Skillz, Phonte - Fudge Pudge Freestyle lyrics
[Skillz, Phonte - Fudge Pudge Freestyle lyrics]
Freestyle over 'Fudge Pudge'
By Organized Konfusion
Here we go again with a funky intro
Design of a decade, get with the tempo
Keepin' it simple and I don't need security
My whole band look like Kimbo
The Million Dollar Backpack kid is back
And I still embarrass ya ass on ya own track
Get stacks in other words dummy get money
I take ya hands if ya take somethin' from me
Get scared i'm gonna charge and go get it
And I got bars for whoever wanna spit it
The SKI the double L z
Peace out to Po, Monch and OC i know
God damn I'm cocky
I hear y'all flow, god damn y'all sloppy
You wouldn't pass this quiz
You sub par jack, I guess it is what it is
Far from a star, I'm a lyrical wiz
A master like a pastor with the spiritual biz
You can't feel that? You can't feel shit
And I don't spit, I send words on field trips
Compare it, bare it, shootin' these lyrics
Take it to the spot
Too hot for you to get near it
When the crew dropped
Honey start movin' the rear
Little hoops in the ear
Now they doin' Shakira talk new Snoop?
I got the crew up in here
The Gucci boot sick
So what I'm doin' ain't fair
Y'all sick of doin' it?
Y'all doin' it where?
Y'all dudes fruit loops, we'll ruin your year
If you wanna root for somethin'
Root for this throw a hoodie on and some
Tim boots with this
We put the haters on mute with this
And put 'em all in a? like Snoop and Chris
C'mon
They sayin' "All hail the honorable
Phonte" The nigga that's standin'
In front of you so skip the small talk
You rap niggas is all talk
Just like Donahue maine
I'm sure your boy's real proud of you maine
When the fists start flyin'
You the one that bruise
Take one to the face
You're the one that ooze
You the one that choose to front hard
When you know that you ain't
And now your team lookin' unenthused
While I'm doin' my thang with DJ
Flash on the one and twos
In the club that niggas took they gun into
You walkin' out, they like, "yeah, nigga
Run that too"
This is all real live, no special effects
Phonte, old school like Wrecks-N-Effects
Like Gang Starr Ex To The Next fudge Pudge
Censored and me and Skillz we
The best of the best
You dealin' with the pressure pressure
Pressure pressure pressure pressure playa
I'll leave the party with a
Massive amount of haters
Watchin', lurkin', lookin' all flat
Steady frontin' like they ain't
Stuck in the back? peelin' off the stacks
And I ain't like you so I don't
Know what it's like to be wack
Keep losin' with the losers
I'mma get a winner
40 on 5, fill up and then spin off
Switch up the kicks, start another trend off
Exit the show, they say your boy went off
O-o-o ooh and I like it
See, you don't gotta be a psychic
To see that I'mma give ya some more
Plus it sounds so crispy my arc on the boards
I'll tell ya now you'll never hate it
And I ain't gotta speak on
All the models I dated
A lot of rappers, a lot of loose lips
Talkin' 'bout what you gon' do
You ain't gonna do shit
By Organized Konfusion
Here we go again with a funky intro
Design of a decade, get with the tempo
Keepin' it simple and I don't need security
My whole band look like Kimbo
The Million Dollar Backpack kid is back
And I still embarrass ya ass on ya own track
Get stacks in other words dummy get money
I take ya hands if ya take somethin' from me
Get scared i'm gonna charge and go get it
And I got bars for whoever wanna spit it
The SKI the double L z
Peace out to Po, Monch and OC i know
God damn I'm cocky
I hear y'all flow, god damn y'all sloppy
You wouldn't pass this quiz
You sub par jack, I guess it is what it is
Far from a star, I'm a lyrical wiz
A master like a pastor with the spiritual biz
You can't feel that? You can't feel shit
And I don't spit, I send words on field trips
Compare it, bare it, shootin' these lyrics
Take it to the spot
Too hot for you to get near it
When the crew dropped
Honey start movin' the rear
Little hoops in the ear
Now they doin' Shakira talk new Snoop?
I got the crew up in here
The Gucci boot sick
So what I'm doin' ain't fair
Y'all sick of doin' it?
Y'all doin' it where?
Y'all dudes fruit loops, we'll ruin your year
If you wanna root for somethin'
Root for this throw a hoodie on and some
Tim boots with this
We put the haters on mute with this
And put 'em all in a? like Snoop and Chris
C'mon
They sayin' "All hail the honorable
Phonte" The nigga that's standin'
In front of you so skip the small talk
You rap niggas is all talk
Just like Donahue maine
I'm sure your boy's real proud of you maine
When the fists start flyin'
You the one that bruise
Take one to the face
You're the one that ooze
You the one that choose to front hard
When you know that you ain't
And now your team lookin' unenthused
While I'm doin' my thang with DJ
Flash on the one and twos
In the club that niggas took they gun into
You walkin' out, they like, "yeah, nigga
Run that too"
This is all real live, no special effects
Phonte, old school like Wrecks-N-Effects
Like Gang Starr Ex To The Next fudge Pudge
Censored and me and Skillz we
The best of the best
You dealin' with the pressure pressure
Pressure pressure pressure pressure playa
I'll leave the party with a
Massive amount of haters
Watchin', lurkin', lookin' all flat
Steady frontin' like they ain't
Stuck in the back? peelin' off the stacks
And I ain't like you so I don't
Know what it's like to be wack
Keep losin' with the losers
I'mma get a winner
40 on 5, fill up and then spin off
Switch up the kicks, start another trend off
Exit the show, they say your boy went off
O-o-o ooh and I like it
See, you don't gotta be a psychic
To see that I'mma give ya some more
Plus it sounds so crispy my arc on the boards
I'll tell ya now you'll never hate it
And I ain't gotta speak on
All the models I dated
A lot of rappers, a lot of loose lips
Talkin' 'bout what you gon' do
You ain't gonna do shit