Fashawn - Intro lyrics
[Fashawn - Intro lyrics]
Came out the womb '88
Landed on this planet, CA, the Sunshine State
Oblivious to the problems I'd soon face
FC, home of the brave, the mindstate reckless
Government deciding your fate
Stick-up kids, hit licks, divide the cake
How I survived my youth
Without catching a shell?
Writing them lyrics you can feel like braille
It's my life, my love, my stripes and scars
Sweat dripping from the nozzle of the pen
I did it despite the odds
Who nice as 'Shawn?
Excite the universe when I recite a bar
Precise, when I ride the drums
I outshine the sun
Brainstorm, I provide the flood
I can turn a whole metropolis to a peninsula
Ink-pen emperor, slang remain infinite
I came to rearrange the game from all angles
Paid dues, made my move to Los Angel-s
Rock like Aesop, sound like a fable
Kerosene flow -melt microphone cables
Coming from the bottomless pit to
The top of the globe
Santiago the Prince where the
Fuck is my robe?
One minute till 6 in the morn'
You know the area code, 5-59 into my zone
Then came Exile, emerged out the Blu
A nigga with an attitude
Who knew I would maneuver through the
Manure and come out clean?
Still, I’m just a kid with
The world on a string
Landed on this planet, CA, the Sunshine State
Oblivious to the problems I'd soon face
FC, home of the brave, the mindstate reckless
Government deciding your fate
Stick-up kids, hit licks, divide the cake
How I survived my youth
Without catching a shell?
Writing them lyrics you can feel like braille
It's my life, my love, my stripes and scars
Sweat dripping from the nozzle of the pen
I did it despite the odds
Who nice as 'Shawn?
Excite the universe when I recite a bar
Precise, when I ride the drums
I outshine the sun
Brainstorm, I provide the flood
I can turn a whole metropolis to a peninsula
Ink-pen emperor, slang remain infinite
I came to rearrange the game from all angles
Paid dues, made my move to Los Angel-s
Rock like Aesop, sound like a fable
Kerosene flow -melt microphone cables
Coming from the bottomless pit to
The top of the globe
Santiago the Prince where the
Fuck is my robe?
One minute till 6 in the morn'
You know the area code, 5-59 into my zone
Then came Exile, emerged out the Blu
A nigga with an attitude
Who knew I would maneuver through the
Manure and come out clean?
Still, I’m just a kid with
The world on a string