Rhymefest - Nobody Beats The Biz Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] 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) [Verse] Wait homeboy, hold on, how you gon' be gone? Pa** your boy the macrophone and let me get it on Aww shucks, rap is all f**ed, keep your jaw shut This ain't Cingular but, you find it hard to keep your bars up I lay you down n***a, taste that asphalt Be gone little peon, that's your a** fault Last year I got stopped at the airport But now I be gone so much they don't even check for my pa**port 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 n***as small like Willow Top back or roll down the window, let the wind blow Rhymefest and Mark Ronson synergy Add No I.D. and Christian's say it's a trinity Something like a trilogy Rhymefest energy Chi-Town, Jeffery Manor, that's where the k**ers be Why you lames wanna dance and sh** talk I don't like to Lean Back and I can't Crip Walk But I show a n***a how to make that sh** raw 5, 4, f** it get ready for lift off