Freestyle Fellowship - My Fantasy lyrics
[Freestyle Fellowship - My Fantasy lyrics]
Relax your mind and take your time
Relax your mind and take your time
Relax your mind and take your time
Would you like to be a part of my fantasy?
Fantasy, insanity, vanity, family, Kennedy
Can it be? It'll be great
We can break all laws of gravity
Make room, or fly to the moon on a broom
We can let it get, better get, etiquette
Adequate that'll get sloppy
Ten-four, you copy?
Big jalopy, a poppy seed, pop a floppy
Teenybopper, hoppy, hype
My squad's the gods of the mic
So play vanilla, hammer
Shamma lamma-ding dong
Killer, slammer, plan a pop song, cut
But, I like breakbeats and beatin' on
The wall in the bathroom
The b-boy, b-boy, forever
Yo, punk- what's your function?
Robotics, planets, products, annex, got it
Mechanics or sonics, organic, exotic
Narcotic bought it, forgot it
I jot it down 'til I'm hooked on phonics
So much to do with a touch of double dutch
Of dodge ball, the Taj Mahaj's right below us
Slow us down and show us the forest
Or a Brontosaurus
I'm a Taurus, poorest one of all
Born in back of the pool hall, a joker
My Pappy's a penny ante poker player
Who's a loser, screwser, boozer
Livin' a life of anger had one, two
One too many Harvey Wall Bangers
So bungee jump off a bridge and soar
With the rubber baby elastic plastic
Band around your ankle
Fasten up, next stop: Banana Republic
For what? Hip hop drops
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
Every rapper in the house shut the funk up
Every rapper in the house shut the funk up
Every rapper in the house shut the funk up
Every rapper in the house die
Now every rapper in the house
Shut the funk up
You're wack, you're wack, you're wack
You're wack you're succotash, you're mow mow
In a room, i wonder, might you, might you
My yeah right, your mic, mic
Might be a slight slow
My mic, my mic will blow you right
Outta sight, wanna fight
Kill ya, I'mma rip you if you're tight
I'll grease the pipe
You're right, my type, you're wack
You're white, you're black you're blue
You're yellow belly helly do jelly can't jam
Hunky see, hunky do
Don't get kickin' a funky chicken
He can't hit, can't hit, can't hit
Can it be any identity crisis
Come in slices and devices
What the price is for the nicest spices
Every rapper in the house shut the funk up
Every rapper in the house shut the funk up
Every rapper in the house shut the funk up
Every rapper in the house die drop
Aww yeah, give it up, give it up
Yes that was a little
Snippet from Aceyalone's own
Private rhyme garden
Live and direct from the Sunshine Shack
I'm the J-Sumb, and, uh, before we go
Let's end with a final verse
Hydroplaning, while I was explaining
And maintaining, gaining altitude
And longitude, latitude, attitude
Formatical, fratical?, latical?, radical dude
Spitball, pitfall
Hole in the wall is all I see
Eight ball, wait y'all
Aceyalone has found the key
Free-style Fellowship
This fellow gets beat while
He moans and groans and throws a fit
Aryans are carryin' out sin
Buryin', marryin' men
Black men, black men, black men
Where's the music coming from?
Freestyle Fellowship freestyle Fellowship
Freestyle Fellowship the Freestyle Fellow
Relax your mind and take your time
Relax your mind and take your time
Would you like to be a part of my fantasy?
Fantasy, insanity, vanity, family, Kennedy
Can it be? It'll be great
We can break all laws of gravity
Make room, or fly to the moon on a broom
We can let it get, better get, etiquette
Adequate that'll get sloppy
Ten-four, you copy?
Big jalopy, a poppy seed, pop a floppy
Teenybopper, hoppy, hype
My squad's the gods of the mic
So play vanilla, hammer
Shamma lamma-ding dong
Killer, slammer, plan a pop song, cut
But, I like breakbeats and beatin' on
The wall in the bathroom
The b-boy, b-boy, forever
Yo, punk- what's your function?
Robotics, planets, products, annex, got it
Mechanics or sonics, organic, exotic
Narcotic bought it, forgot it
I jot it down 'til I'm hooked on phonics
So much to do with a touch of double dutch
Of dodge ball, the Taj Mahaj's right below us
Slow us down and show us the forest
Or a Brontosaurus
I'm a Taurus, poorest one of all
Born in back of the pool hall, a joker
My Pappy's a penny ante poker player
Who's a loser, screwser, boozer
Livin' a life of anger had one, two
One too many Harvey Wall Bangers
So bungee jump off a bridge and soar
With the rubber baby elastic plastic
Band around your ankle
Fasten up, next stop: Banana Republic
For what? Hip hop drops
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
Every rapper in the house shut the funk up
Every rapper in the house shut the funk up
Every rapper in the house shut the funk up
Every rapper in the house die
Now every rapper in the house
Shut the funk up
You're wack, you're wack, you're wack
You're wack you're succotash, you're mow mow
In a room, i wonder, might you, might you
My yeah right, your mic, mic
Might be a slight slow
My mic, my mic will blow you right
Outta sight, wanna fight
Kill ya, I'mma rip you if you're tight
I'll grease the pipe
You're right, my type, you're wack
You're white, you're black you're blue
You're yellow belly helly do jelly can't jam
Hunky see, hunky do
Don't get kickin' a funky chicken
He can't hit, can't hit, can't hit
Can it be any identity crisis
Come in slices and devices
What the price is for the nicest spices
Every rapper in the house shut the funk up
Every rapper in the house shut the funk up
Every rapper in the house shut the funk up
Every rapper in the house die drop
Aww yeah, give it up, give it up
Yes that was a little
Snippet from Aceyalone's own
Private rhyme garden
Live and direct from the Sunshine Shack
I'm the J-Sumb, and, uh, before we go
Let's end with a final verse
Hydroplaning, while I was explaining
And maintaining, gaining altitude
And longitude, latitude, attitude
Formatical, fratical?, latical?, radical dude
Spitball, pitfall
Hole in the wall is all I see
Eight ball, wait y'all
Aceyalone has found the key
Free-style Fellowship
This fellow gets beat while
He moans and groans and throws a fit
Aryans are carryin' out sin
Buryin', marryin' men
Black men, black men, black men
Where's the music coming from?
Freestyle Fellowship freestyle Fellowship
Freestyle Fellowship the Freestyle Fellow