Fash Plays It Cool

[Verse 1]

Look like your pen done ran outta ink, 'cause your grammar was weak

I bring famine in your family tree, damage the beat like Jeru

When I'm drunk off brew

Only West Coast nigga coulda been in the Wu

Miscellaneous raps when I'm just stating the facts

Making sure the sunshine still stay on the map

I call it progress, they say I'm taking it back

I say I rhyme like I'm aiming a Mac

Laying 'em on they face 'til they cranium crack, I'm ice cold

I write scrolls that ignite the globe

So ahead of time I could enlight the old

Energize the youth when I'm inside the booth

Never gave 'em nothin' aside from the truth

I play it cool, every few bars I drop a jewel

One thing I wasn't good at: following rules

I don't shine it if I'm not in the mood

When situations occur, gotta cook up a verse

At the blink of an eye, they tellin' me to go first

I set it off...I set it off...come on, come on, come on...

[Refrain]

Hit 'em with a ... little bit of ... little bit of ... little bit of

Hit 'em with a ... little bit of ...

Yeah, check it out, uh, uh...

[Verse 2]

Okay, I'm back in effect, with a gat and a vest

Bad chick on my lap, headed back to the West

Pour out a little liquor for my niggas that left

In memory of your life, I gotta do it to death

I make it simple and plain, you can call me 'The F'

Back in the day, I would slaughter cassettes

Now we up at Chung King's, no four-finger rings

Or gold ropes, I'm outlawed, E.D.I. Mean

Every syllable is adrenaline pumped in your ear

You couldn't duplicate the style or come near

Unmatched high, evolve in one year

Blew past almost all of my peers

Now look at all the hoodrats, they all stare

I'm just doing what I'm good at, it's quite clear

That I'm your nightmare—they like, "Yeah"

I'm like, "Whoever want it, I'm right here, nigga, come on"

[Refrain]

Hit 'em with a ... little bit of ... little bit of ... little bit of

Hit 'em with a ... little bit of ... come on, come on, come on

Hit 'em with a ... little bit of ... little bit of ...

Hit 'em with a ... little bit of ...

[Outro dialogue: Grandmaster Flash]

At that time there, playing in the parks with the style of music that was played, you had to keep the audience occupied because if you didn't, you know, something, somebody might just get violent. I mean, a few things happened, you know. Uh, and um, from there, that's when, um, emceeing, it's now the standard, it's now called rapping