The Lost Children of Babylon, Ricky Fitz - Mos Definitely lyrics
[The Lost Children of Babylon, Ricky Fitz - Mos Definitely lyrics]
(Should we them how it's done? Definitely)
Yo, Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind, Ricky Fitz
Foundation ruffle your lives
Check it, yo, yo
Mos' def'
I define the definition of the most blessed
I blind the competition when the smoke sets
My mind be kinda spinning when I smoke wet
Have me choking MCs, leave 'em yoked up
That's the type of shit I'm
On when I smoke dust
If you try to rob me, then I post up
Pierce your heart with the
Poison-tipped blow gun
I'm moving silent as fuck
And I don't even smoke PCP
But, if did, you fuck around and get DTD'd
I'll bust your ship, buck 'em down
See the police then flee
I shut 'em down, bust a round, hop in a GT3
Got mad whip game, kids they spit lame
F dation we on top of the game
Masked up, busting shots in the rain
Cocking and aim
Jumped a turnstile then hop on a train
You'll rot in your grave, stopping your pain
That's the logic of rage
Yo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight shots left in my demented MAC-11
Spit 'em all, dip out in nine or ten seconds
And pulled the thirteenth is what he takes
Asking questions
Mic check, catch wreck mos' (definitely)
One two, guns blue mos' (definitely)
Three four, flow raw mos' (definitely)
You don't believe it, try stepping to me
Imperialist American Scientific
Invade your lab for the cash
And these drugs I get
Whole-sale, I give a fuck
It's all profit kid and I don't hustle much
Keep my phone bitches in touch call me PR
Love the way I'm dicking they guts
Snow bunnies, fiending to fuck
They love when I fresh out the bing, to me
Foundation zodiac productions
When I blow, y'all gon' blow with me
And vice versa, Sci seeks to hurt ya
Enemies out to hurt me, dodging murder
Attempts on my life I might die tonight
But never will I go silently, plays violently
With every tool I possess the posed threat
Dolo, American beauty who want test
No need for reinforcements I got this here
Fall back let me show what
I'm about this year
Flames flying out the booth
The dragon's lair
Your front line's been diminished
Best to check the rear
It gives me extreme pleasure
To announce the great
Treat that I've got in store for you
Catch wreck, mos' def', on your mark
Flow set whole squad throwing bars
Most guarded so what's next
Check, check for the fast move
Plotting on the cash rule
Red dot on your noggin, no
Problem for me to blast, fool
Whack fashion show
Pageant hoes acting vaginal
Riding dick, tally ho bro for the camera, go
Cameo, insanity fantasy no, it's
Real life, kill mics, let the fantasy go
Hot to death shorty
Hot step where cops check for me
X story gory slang talk fly like 7: 40
Niggas is kinda corny they
Bore me with apathy
Actually claiming nice but only
Really half of me 'Dation settle shit
Blank close range graze your
Make you hesitant to pull out
Squeeze the metal shit
Relocate, switch states
Change your residence
My spit game etiquette's eloquent
Weapon X travagant
Still bless the tech, flex arrogant
Sense battlin', off your head
Next challenge is, silencers
Kids don't even know what fucking talent is
Shit that I created
Who made it? Tell 'em whose style it is
X the beast, North, South, West
And East, it's Foundation
Bitch check the streets
Recipe just from me, the chef to be
Whose specialty's to rock mics (Definitely)
Yo, Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind, Ricky Fitz
Foundation ruffle your lives
Check it, yo, yo
Mos' def'
I define the definition of the most blessed
I blind the competition when the smoke sets
My mind be kinda spinning when I smoke wet
Have me choking MCs, leave 'em yoked up
That's the type of shit I'm
On when I smoke dust
If you try to rob me, then I post up
Pierce your heart with the
Poison-tipped blow gun
I'm moving silent as fuck
And I don't even smoke PCP
But, if did, you fuck around and get DTD'd
I'll bust your ship, buck 'em down
See the police then flee
I shut 'em down, bust a round, hop in a GT3
Got mad whip game, kids they spit lame
F dation we on top of the game
Masked up, busting shots in the rain
Cocking and aim
Jumped a turnstile then hop on a train
You'll rot in your grave, stopping your pain
That's the logic of rage
Yo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight shots left in my demented MAC-11
Spit 'em all, dip out in nine or ten seconds
And pulled the thirteenth is what he takes
Asking questions
Mic check, catch wreck mos' (definitely)
One two, guns blue mos' (definitely)
Three four, flow raw mos' (definitely)
You don't believe it, try stepping to me
Imperialist American Scientific
Invade your lab for the cash
And these drugs I get
Whole-sale, I give a fuck
It's all profit kid and I don't hustle much
Keep my phone bitches in touch call me PR
Love the way I'm dicking they guts
Snow bunnies, fiending to fuck
They love when I fresh out the bing, to me
Foundation zodiac productions
When I blow, y'all gon' blow with me
And vice versa, Sci seeks to hurt ya
Enemies out to hurt me, dodging murder
Attempts on my life I might die tonight
But never will I go silently, plays violently
With every tool I possess the posed threat
Dolo, American beauty who want test
No need for reinforcements I got this here
Fall back let me show what
I'm about this year
Flames flying out the booth
The dragon's lair
Your front line's been diminished
Best to check the rear
It gives me extreme pleasure
To announce the great
Treat that I've got in store for you
Catch wreck, mos' def', on your mark
Flow set whole squad throwing bars
Most guarded so what's next
Check, check for the fast move
Plotting on the cash rule
Red dot on your noggin, no
Problem for me to blast, fool
Whack fashion show
Pageant hoes acting vaginal
Riding dick, tally ho bro for the camera, go
Cameo, insanity fantasy no, it's
Real life, kill mics, let the fantasy go
Hot to death shorty
Hot step where cops check for me
X story gory slang talk fly like 7: 40
Niggas is kinda corny they
Bore me with apathy
Actually claiming nice but only
Really half of me 'Dation settle shit
Blank close range graze your
Make you hesitant to pull out
Squeeze the metal shit
Relocate, switch states
Change your residence
My spit game etiquette's eloquent
Weapon X travagant
Still bless the tech, flex arrogant
Sense battlin', off your head
Next challenge is, silencers
Kids don't even know what fucking talent is
Shit that I created
Who made it? Tell 'em whose style it is
X the beast, North, South, West
And East, it's Foundation
Bitch check the streets
Recipe just from me, the chef to be
Whose specialty's to rock mics (Definitely)