Akrobatik - Fantazmic lyrics

[C-Rayz Walz] Yo who it is (WHAT) What we live (WHAT) With a gift (WHAT) What you feel [4th Pyramid] It's fantazmic with our pants sagging Till the casket live with the plants magic Get your stagger stuck in this damn ballad Yo this pattern's bugged on some old jazz hit Orgasmic on a more rap tip When I spit that means raw dog no prophylactics Wrap dicks, spit flows of acid Stack chips play Madden laughing with Ak b**h! [Akrobatik] b**h better have my money when I rap fly At your venue then the party can continue The way my music blend through recalls tempt you Stealth tactics precise without practice Call me Akrobatik cause my lyrical backflips Be stunning white boys and lubricating the black chicks Peace to Mr. Lif we be dropping the fat sh** n***as blast this 4th P we FANTAZMIC! [Hook] Yo who it is when we spit (WHAT) What we live in your cribs (WHAT) With a gift that enrich (WHAT) What you feel for this hit (WHAT) Summertime type script Above the mind of the stiff Fantazmic bliss.. Come to find it exists (BUT) Yo who it is when we spit (WHAT) What we live in your cribs (WHAT) With a gift that enrich (WHAT) What you feel for this hit (WHAT) Summertime type script Above the mind of the stiff Fantazmic bliss.. Come to find it exists (BUT) [Akrobatik] Top shelf that's where you placing my vinyl Happy on the street date like you was acing a final Cooling in your dorm room when the song hits Puffing on strong sh** pressing rewind between bong hits Honeydip shake it till your thong twists With the psychedelic relic you could sing along with Ask me what I did when I visited the Bronx kid Hooked up with P on a track and straight stomped it [4th P] Lost in mantras constant contras mommas goners Gone in orbits calling often sh** [C-Rayz] The force of conscious nonesense common's clash with karma Coughing kids who cough from awesome spliffs [4th P] Lost in stardom harvest martyrs artists Starving narcissists hawk them gifts [C-Rayz] Pompous rhythms and guarded gauntlets guns and Gods The given dearly departed artist living in this [Hook] Yo who it is when we spit (WHAT) What we live in your cribs (WHAT) With a gift that enrich (WHAT) What you feel for this hit (WHAT) Summertime type script Above the mind of the stiff Fantazmic bliss.. Come to find it exists (BUT) [4th P] Variety's the spice of life they say That's why I say f** sobriety 'least twice a day Spiked punch, straight off the cactus In Nike dunks inhaling some Backwoods Think about flowers blossoming In the bosom of the beast Without Solomon (Samson strength) Whenever they come hollering [C-Rayz] Following Rayz in a blaze shea stay bu*tery In a maze of bullet strays haze and Hummer jeeps Players and summer freaks Beats so lovely streets so guttery Is it the clubs that we tear up? or the other emcees Whose music I can only listen to with earplugs I'm like that "Yea what" type of fellow that rock an all year cut if my beard's plush With a propellerhead hat the new black's burgundy Fantazmic ba*tard bliss rich internally [Hook] Who it is when we spit (WHAT) What we live in your cribs (WHAT) With a gift that enrich (WHAT) What you feel for this hit (WHAT) Summertime type script Above the mind of the stiff Fantazmic bliss.. Come to find it exists (BUT) (WHAT) (WHAT) (WHAT) (WHAT) Fantazmic bliss.. Come to find it exists (BUT but but but - echo out)