Ab-Soul - Fair Fight lyrics

[Intro] Them say no, and you come That's why you k** da king King that he will fade away But refresh everyday man Now when it come to sum bizness Its we that run the scene Cause we fresh and green, come [Ab-Soul] Yeah, graveyard shift, meet the grim reaper Sickle to your features, balance that like a Libra Scale yeah I'm off that Derailing all your thoughts on this track All this wax I should make a candle fac-tory better Glory all facts his-tory in the making, I am that (Chea,Chea,Chea,Chea) Victory is sweet enough to eat, bon appetite Pull up a chair and eat You buffoons couldn't walk in my shoes If we were sharing feet [Krondon] Mind too cool, dominion can't compare they just some glarin geeks In real life, perpetrate like mike only a pair of sneaks Level 3, skeeter tried to squack I didn't care to speak Burgundy, polo went public I can't prepare to teach Smoking like Santonio Holmes When the camera go flash, I get the feeling at home Under the avalanche Guess that's how ghetto survival, syndrome f** the system A n***a woke up to get on screaming Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Schoolboy Q] Uh,(yo,yo,yo) ah, yeah, yeah, let me get my sh** off Dome piece a n***a his sh** was gonna before I slid off Yeah, yeah, let me get my sh** off Grab me a bag of work now watch how fast that f**er get off Yeah, have the money flipping in oz, go get up Throw somethin hot in yo oven dawgs n***a, we motherf**ing bout it bout it Get rowdy, rowdy, I'm a ghetto dog Go head inside it [Phil da Agony] Yo, my n***as cry freedom like Nelson Mandela Played by Morgan Freeman I be walking with the giants like the G men Hit the p**y like semen Hood angels I be fighting demons I'm excited At the chance just to get even So I play the odds, pray to god Poker face chips like I'm playing cards My chick like Felicia Rashad in the face Hale Berry waist with the grace of sade I take her out just to party, everybody say Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Mitchy Slick] Understood by those that blossom by MLK Cocooned in a one bedroom, interjects, all in yay Brainstorm philosophies on getting k's and getting away On gang injunction with the jail for nathen yesterday f** the swines all they want is a cheaper n***a broke Contradicting tycoons and the candy crips and cigarette Porky gotta eat his heart When he see my super sport What they done to my folks I charge it to her pink toes [Jay Rock] They done f**ed up and let this watts n***a get on It's my time to eat so I'm bout to get my grill on George former ho, storm on the flow Steady getting fetti, either rap guns will blow Step inside this b**h they looking like wanna go toe to toe These hands like pitbulls and now I let these f**ers go So I think you need to let them motherf**ers know These choppers leave they f**ing heads spinning like some stop and go's Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah