Flurry

[Intro: Sporting Life] It's freezing outside, it's wintertime, B So you gonna need that down goose whether you like it or not I'm looking at you right now, you looking like Rudolph You cold [Hook] Oh, I need that 700 Fill 'cause it's cold out here, uh Oh, I need that 700 Fill 'cause it's cold out here, uh [Verse 1: Wiki] Ain't the king of shit Just a rat that wings this shit When I sing and spit, if I swing and miss I bring a brick To a party they feel it drip, I feel a flip Coming on, run along if you don't feel this shit Son is gone, loving it, bumping it He would kneel to it it, daughter too All I gotta do is audibly spew Pass it to Hak, pass it to Sport, his name's Sport Yeah he pass better than you (get it?) Track, back, better than you No mp3 so you envy we, envy us, why you so envious? Matter of fact, they don't even know it (nah!) They gone keep rolling, keep strolling, thinking things gon' keep going The simplest thing Stunk, but we rodents,, sweet mutts We keep motion, we strut We keep coasting Yuppies coasting, motherfuck East Coasting But once we reach potent levels y'all gon' need notice So that's my responsibility now, now that New York won, tell 'em that New York's done [?], another rat's crumbs Yup, yup, another rat's crumbs Y'all don't want Pat's raps dying on the tracks, dying Yeah, yeah, another track dying I rap fine, [?] [Refrain: Wiki] Dick small, but I rock XL Spit raw but I'm on XL, well In quarter times, door to the dotted line I gotta grind, motherfucker, gotta rhyme All I sign, the dotted line I gotta grind, a motherfucker gotta rhyme Yeah, yeah, yeah (That shit cold) [Verse 2: Wiki] I don't even know how to count bars All I know's how to flow 'till I'm out [?] raw An industry outlaw, you doubt, poor Got no choice but the drought draw You realize the type of hydration I'm making? Come from tounge, spun from the pavement All for the sake of entertainment Twisted independent the way you was spitting Continue to spit it Soon you understand the significance of physics When in specifics, I don't know where I live Been shitted on, went to my shoulder and brushed it Bitches blushing Wish they'd get busted Determine the sight hit from the subjects Spin on my budget What was written they smudged it Wish I wasn't Wik the one they covet Living 100 Ratking, stage-flipping, what! [Refrain: Wiki] Dick small, but I rock XL Spit raw but I'm on XL, well In quarter times, door to the dotted line I gotta grind, motherfucker, gotta rhyme All I sign, the dotted line I gotta grind, a motherfucker gotta rhyme Yeah, yeah, yeah (That shit cold) Dick small, but I rock XL Spit raw but I'm on XL, well In quarter times, door to the dotted line I gotta grind, motherfucker, gotta rhyme All I sign, the dotted line I gotta grind, a motherfucker gotta rhyme Yeah, yeah, yeah (That shit cold) [Hook] Oh, I need that 700 Fill 'cause it's cold out here, uh Oh, I need that 700 Fill 'cause it's cold out here, uh [Outro: Hak] Flurry, flurry, flurry, flurry