FM Lyrics

JOHN FRUSCIANTE

"FM"

Check it

Let's build by destroying this weak shit

I bet you think that's hip hop

Nigga that's reset

Whats up with the flip flops

Nigga that's weak shit

At least throw on some damn socks

Looking at them shits

Got you on your toes huh?

Don't over-step your bounds

Especially in those

You're walking on deadly grounds

Not hot coals

Here you get hit with rounds

Like fuck yo clothes

Lookin on buncha clowns

Yo fuck yo hoes

You marry em

Wife em up

We enlighten em

And occasionally tighten em up

We hip hop villains

The bad guys you root for

If the government don't kill em

Load your gun and shoot for em

B9 need a broad like Bonnie

Someone to hold me down and can work the Tommy

Call me

I'm laid back like beach chairs and mix drinks

Feet up check out my NIKE airs

Sweet huh?

What I call this here is lyrics

The flow the spirits

The beat loud the clarity

I'm sure you'll hear it

The word play delivery

Watch how I tear it apart

You will remember me on account

How I shoot this dart

Ride the track as if I'm loco

My motive be

Is show niggas that I'm no ho

In fact a G

Yup

This here's solo as in lp

Came through and smashed it solo

N o help for me

Though it appears I'm asleep

I 'm not I'm chilling

Thought very much in my thoughts

Just m y feelings

Feeling the highs, feeling the lows

Feeling the vibe, just feeling the flow

Taking a ride with nowhere to go

Just be ghost be gone

Just coast till we approach the dawn

We getting close till we exit

About to exit on-to the next route

And just keep pressing on

Hit cruise control

To where no blues patrol

No worries but who's to know

Let's just go

The villain is back, dressed to kill in all black

Rugged monk is his name and I'm ready for combat

Whether rap, scrap or jacking

I always keep it cracking

Spit flows that's consitent

Pure satisfaction

For your eardrum, show you how the west was won

Got a fully loaded notebook and my tongues the gun

Spit like an A.K.

Come from Compton

C-A-L-I-F-O-R-N-I-A

you ain't seen no yellow tape

That's a good day

Serve suckas on the mic

With my rugged wordplay

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