Fugue State Lyrics

It's like, just like this constant state of fuckin

It's like a Fugue State bro I don't get it

No bro I know, I know what you're saying

It's, it it's why

I pick music, I choose to choose it

Flow sick, at you I'm shooting

With the last hair from the lions beard

I've been where you can't even fear to be

Turn your speakers up

I hope that you can hear me clearly cause

This Busta Rhymes with a Futuristic wave

That Hopsin makin you feel Dizzy Right

Next to where D-Bo left off

Metallic A little I rock a

Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson

Fifty Cents for M&M's

That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never see

Please believe, a Big Pun is instore

With the Method Man you can't ignore

My Usher when we Knee-Yo back to the floor

Two Chainz won't last I think I need maybe four or more

To spilt the sea from J to Z you see

A.I. is our crossover into eternity

SHIT come A$AP the boats gettin Rocky

Even if they lock me up they cant fuckin stop me so

Clock me in coach I'm ready to play

With this Chip on my shoulder I'm free to lay a verse

Call it cursive whenever I say fuck bad bitches

Its Ludacris the Game even has situations for

Your counterpart to be your opposition

Yay I get to call Kim out on a new sick edition of fuckery

Sharpening my pencil thinkin on what could be cause

I pick music, I choose to choose it

Flow sick At you I'm shooting

With the last hair from the lions beard

I've been where you cant even fear to be

Turn your speakers up

I hope you can hear me clearly cause

I've been deliriously searching for a purpose

K-dot me in with the D.O.C. this E.R. hurts an heals for certain

Putting in work an exerting pressure on my Ice-T

With an Ice Cube

Its no Biggie really you're killing me smalls an I might use

A Pitbull to snatch your fuckin chain, only U-God

Can really judge my name so I Wu Tang the way A con should

You know I'm Naughty by Nature by the way your mom shook

When I hit her with a Heavy D-Bo flex I'm wreck less

My next guess is you wreck less checks more than you DM Ex's its simple

Mobb Deep an you wont Cee low Green

Xzibit your life an how life just seems

Too Short to be worried about the Future

Now I'm reminiscing on them days of getting trophies made of pewter

And I know that money is The Roots of all evil

But lemme make my eyes Redman and speak to my people cause

I pick music, I choose to choose it

Flow sick at you I'm shooting

With the last hair from the lions beard

I've been where you cant even fear to be

Turn your speakers up

I hope that you can hear me clearly cause

All I needs an Atmosphere to Rock Hymns

Like a Locksmith I will not be locked in to

Thinking I'm an Outcast cause

I'm an Architect nine out of ten times here to outlast

The competition who didn't just fuckin Pee, Did he

Lets be real I'm spitting bars all over the city

Bad meets Evil whenever double D titties

Come around my Beastie Boys

Got us Snooping like some Dogs man we deploy

A Big L to any Nelly that thinks they can tell me

I ain't a killer mic controller

Observing that I'm Cleaner than the Q-tip

That you're using just to clean up all the shit up in your ears

With my persona that I'm calling Dr. Drake OH BOY

What a mouthy mothafucka that I tend to be

Where is Snow Da Product whose a Ten I See

How can I be a public enemy an live without a hassle

I don't wanna live forever I just wanna die

Like an Ole' Dirty Bastard

Cause I pick music

I choose to choose it

Flow sick at you I'm shooting

With the last hair from the lions beard

I've been where you cant even fear to be

Turn your speakers up

I hope you can hear me clearly