The Function

[Aviator]

Good morning Mr. Dark Roast

Your boy spit flames like a charcoal

Name another rapper more tenacious

And I'll hop out that spaceship

And turn his ass to cargo

If you suck I embargo

Don't fuck with lame ducks or those arsos

Don't talk over my spit

Or talk about my tone

I'll put in the river sick

Shit I'll do it for kicks

But baby boy I ain't pissed

Hanging with Euro that Swiss kiss kiss

Doublepiping in my kicks

Flashbulbs click

When I step on stage

Cause everything I do is is slick

Shit, ya'll can get it any moment

I'm dressing all black like the Omen

And I walk like this

And I talk like that

Cause I just plain own it

And I just send out fleet

Of white hot rhythm that I spit on repeat

Yo, I feel a special fision when I spit on the street

To all of those who listen cause they dig my mystic

But ya'll ain't gotta honor it or call my elite

The negativity just makes me more tongue and cheek

And baby its a new year

Crunch time is imminent

I get super-gully and I work my obliques

[SuperTanzi]

Really, What's the word kid?

Supertanz to the limit

I keep it real concise

And flow under a minute

But yet it mad hyped so these kids are on my didit

Like everytime we spit something

Cats is trying to mimic

But on the real time

I'm coming with divine flows

Growing like a vine grows

Do it with my eyes close

Hit it like a pyro

You know the function

Everlasting tracks I smash like a pumpkin

But not like, that bald dude

Tracks that I fall through

Are mad deep

As in the Niger or the Amazon

That landscape of beats

Be the planets that I'm landing on

To me kid, everything is just a trade off

Exposing all that fake shit like Bernie fucking Madoff

MC's get laid off and then played like Adolf

Nevertheless I get it off my chest

The best dude, to rescue, the damsel in distress

Yo, flannel is the dress, lyrical conquest

And so I kick it to my man so he can do the rest

[BMAN]

I'm not a pilot, I didn't go to flight school

But if I need an aviator I know who to go to

Matter fact, I think I'm gonna take a trip

And kick it in the thick of this hip hop grit

Inside its applied living

Applications are accepted, but don't expect

Anything forgiving

I'm driven to drive the wheel on your IPOD

Scroll past the Format, you're thinking that's what I want

It's a daunting task

But if you know me

Then you know that I live for a challenge

That is still unasked

Picking wax out my ears as I'm spitting game to a chick

A click in my brain clocks the fear of the lame

As I max out the risking of getting hit

Cause a slap to the face is just a taste

Of the braver wits when the flavor hits

I speak as if I keep a complete sheet

Of my former feats

Not even knowing that there's a thing called defeat

So soak, rinse, repeat and remember

That if your acting as a chump and your acting all tender

The last thing that she'll ever do

Is touch up on your member

You could beg from this July

All the way till next December

So push her up against the wall

And show her whose the man

And pretty soon you won't need to use your hand