FM - John Frusciante

Let’s build by destroying this weak shit

I bet you think that’s Hip Hop, nigga that’s weak shit

What’s 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 ha, don’t overstep your bounds

Especially in those, you are walking on deadly grounds

Not hot coals, here you get hit with rounds

Like fuck your clothes, look at them bunch of clowns

We fuck your hoes

You marry them, wife 'em up

We enlighten them and occasionally tighten them up

We Hip Hop villains, the bad guys you root for

If the government don’t kill them, load your gun and shoot for them

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

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, wWatch how 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, no help for me

Thought it appears I’m asleep, I’m not I’m chilling

Thought very much in my thoughts, just my feelings

Feeling the highs, feeling the lows

Feeling vibe, just feeling the flow

Taking a ride with no where to go

Just be ghost be gone, Just coast till we approach the dawn

We getting close till we exit

About to exit onto the nest 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 dress to kill in all black

Rugged Monk is his name and I’m ready for combat

Whether rap, scrapping, or jacking, I always keep it cracking

Spit flows that’s consistent, pure satisfaction

For your eardrum show you how the west was won

Got a fully loaded notebook and my tongue’s the gun

Spit like an AK, Come from Compton Cee-A-

Gunplay around my way, police harrass you everyday

If you ain’t seen no yellow tape, that’s a good day

Serve Sucka’s on the mic, with my Rugged wordplay

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