Rhymefest - Nobody Beats The Biz Freestyle lyrics

Can you feel it? Nothin' can save ya?
It's just a little taste of
The Chi Town flava

F-E-S T (the star of the show)
F-E-S T (hard working) f-E-S T (Mr dynamite)
F-E-S T (hard working)

Wait homeboy, hold on, how you gon' be gone?
Pass your boy the macrophone and
Let me get it on
Aww shucks, rap is all fucked
Keep your jaw shut this ain't Cingular but
You find it hard to keep your bars up
I lay you down nigga, taste that asphalt
Be gone little peon, that's your ass fault
Last year I got stopped at the airport
But now I be gone so much they
Don't even check for my passport
They be like, "Hi, Mr smith
Can we get you a pillow?"
Why yes cause Rhymefest is
Such a charming fellow i'm tall in the game
You niggas small like Willow
Top back or roll down the window
Let the wind blow
Rhymefest and Mark Ronson synergy
Add No ID and Christian's say it's a trinity
Something like a trilogy rhymefest energy
Chi Town, Jeffery Manor
That's where the killers be
Why you lames wanna dance and shit talk
I don't like to Lean Back
And I can't Crip Walk
But, I show a nigga how to make that shit raw
5, 4, fuck it get ready for lift off