For The Record

[Verse 1: Skyzoo] Ok, let it be known They want none as far as letters is blown Under handle with the grammar, tell them catching a row Wanna tamper with the scramble, I sever the load My MO is bigger watches and heavier stones Said it’s fly guy etiquette, you know it probably Scroll through my followers, Hublot follows me I’m posted in the bottom of the drums where it’s written at It’s like I’m lining up the dumbs when it’s kicking back Catch homies on a hum where the kick is at Right there, now signal the light stare I been in the right chair, my literals quite clear I’m literally a Jordan 4 with a Nike Air The Cochise of my Kooley High Been on that forever just as long as you’re true to buy Tell them I’m true to mine Muthafuckers couldn’t salute a rhyme And not recognize our borderlines Let it be known [Chorus: Tab-One] It ain’t no faking over here, uh huh I said it ain’t no faking over here So we keep making what you want, uh huh And keep that freshness pumping in your ear It ain’t no faking over here, uh huh I said it ain’t no fronting over here So we keep making what you want, uh huh And keep that freshness pumping in your ear [Verse 2: Tab-One] I’m energized to [?] And improvise anytime they want to enter lies I analyse their inner minds, just them mine And send a rhyme concealing a certain [?] Feeling fine, two axes, in align Sitting with a friend of mine riffin’ about the different crime Perpetrated by impersonating certified Real rappers when you’re really just a certain kind Of false, fabricated, phony ass, fake fuck Fronting like a transformer forming as a Ford truck Put four bucks of fuel in the tour bus To rule it for two months and come back for a tune up Two trucks, 50-50 grind, got a shifty mind One half New York, other half Caroline Ten years in this, spitting since the pair of 9s Making it apparent now apparently I’m very nice [Verse 3: Charlie Smarts] My habit is grabbing all the tracks, it’s a package I’m unwrapping You act like Fred and Ben, savages The flow is immaculate, you got the odour of a catheter You pull it out your ass and scratch and sniff, eww Fuck, whatever’s coming after this If we continue, y’all gonna have to quit Why you mad at them? I’m feeling excellent Like Bill and Ted, spend most my time travelling You can’t calculate the math of this But yours easy, it’s just average The captain of the Mavericks is going down for sheez Does it happen on a chair lift? No, it skis We flow with ease, you trash like Tramp and them You young chap stick to the script like ashy lips What we hear kind of queer like fashion tips So we trying to raise it up, I need a blacker fist [Chorus: Tab-One] It ain’t no faking over here, uh huh I said it ain’t no faking over here So we keep making what you want, uh huh And keep that freshness pumping in your ear It ain’t no faking over here, uh huh I said it ain’t no fronting over here So we keep making what you want, uh huh And keep that freshness pumping in your ear