John Frusciante, RZA, Rugged Monk, Kinetic 9 - FM lyrics
[John Frusciante, RZA, Rugged Monk, Kinetic 9 - FM lyrics]
Let's build by destroying this weak shit
I bet you think that's Hip Hop
Nigga that's weak shit
What's up with the flip flops
Nigga that's weak shit
At least throw on some damn socks
Looking at them shit's
Got you on your toes ha
Don't overstep your bounds
Especially in those
You are walking on deadly grounds
Not hot coals, here you get hit with rounds
Like fuck your clothes
Look at them bunch of clowns
We fuck your hoes
You marry them, wife 'em up
We enlighten them and occasionally
Tighten them up we Hip Hop villains
The bad guys you root for
If the government don't kill them
Load your gun and shoot for them
B9 need a broad like Bonnie
Someone to hold me down and
Can work the Tommy, call me
I'm laid back like beach
Chairs and mix drinks
Feet up check out my Nike Airs
What I call this here is lyrics
The flow the spirit's
The beat loud the clarity
I'm sure you'll hear it
The word play delivery
WWatch how tear it apart
You will remember me on account
How I shoot this dart
Ride the track as if I'm loco, My motive be
Is show niggas that I'm no ho, In fact a G
Yup, This here's solo as in lp
Came through and smashed it solo
No help for me
Thought it appears I'm asleep
I'm not I'm chilling
Thought very much in my thoughts
Just my feelings
Feeling the highs, feeling the lows
Feeling vibe, just feeling the flow
Taking a ride with no where to go
Just be ghost be gone
Just coast till we approach the dawn
We getting close till we exit
About to exit onto the nest route
And just keep pressing on
Hit cruise control to where no blues patrol
No worries but who's to know, let's just go
The villain is back dress to
Kill in all black
Rugged Monk is his name and
I'm ready for combat
Whether rap, scrapping, or jacking
I always keep it cracking
Spit flows that's consistent
Pure satisfaction
For your eardrum show you how
The west was won
Got a fully loaded notebook and
My tongue's the gun
Spit like an AK, Come from Compton Cee-A-
L-IF-O-R-N-IA
Gunplay around my way
Police harrass you everyday
If you ain't seen no yellow tape
That's a good day serve Sucka's on the mic
With my Rugged wordplay
Vivid pictures description show you swordplay
I bet you think that's Hip Hop
Nigga that's weak shit
What's up with the flip flops
Nigga that's weak shit
At least throw on some damn socks
Looking at them shit's
Got you on your toes ha
Don't overstep your bounds
Especially in those
You are walking on deadly grounds
Not hot coals, here you get hit with rounds
Like fuck your clothes
Look at them bunch of clowns
We fuck your hoes
You marry them, wife 'em up
We enlighten them and occasionally
Tighten them up we Hip Hop villains
The bad guys you root for
If the government don't kill them
Load your gun and shoot for them
B9 need a broad like Bonnie
Someone to hold me down and
Can work the Tommy, call me
I'm laid back like beach
Chairs and mix drinks
Feet up check out my Nike Airs
What I call this here is lyrics
The flow the spirit's
The beat loud the clarity
I'm sure you'll hear it
The word play delivery
WWatch how tear it apart
You will remember me on account
How I shoot this dart
Ride the track as if I'm loco, My motive be
Is show niggas that I'm no ho, In fact a G
Yup, This here's solo as in lp
Came through and smashed it solo
No help for me
Thought it appears I'm asleep
I'm not I'm chilling
Thought very much in my thoughts
Just my feelings
Feeling the highs, feeling the lows
Feeling vibe, just feeling the flow
Taking a ride with no where to go
Just be ghost be gone
Just coast till we approach the dawn
We getting close till we exit
About to exit onto the nest route
And just keep pressing on
Hit cruise control to where no blues patrol
No worries but who's to know, let's just go
The villain is back dress to
Kill in all black
Rugged Monk is his name and
I'm ready for combat
Whether rap, scrapping, or jacking
I always keep it cracking
Spit flows that's consistent
Pure satisfaction
For your eardrum show you how
The west was won
Got a fully loaded notebook and
My tongue's the gun
Spit like an AK, Come from Compton Cee-A-
L-IF-O-R-N-IA
Gunplay around my way
Police harrass you everyday
If you ain't seen no yellow tape
That's a good day serve Sucka's on the mic
With my Rugged wordplay
Vivid pictures description show you swordplay