Fair Fight

[Intro]

Them say no, and you come

That’s why you kill da king

King that he will fade away

But refresh everyday man

Now when it come to sum bizness

Its we that run the scene

Cause we fresh and green, come

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

Yeah, graveyard shift, meet the grim reaper

Sickle to your features, balance that like a Libra

Scale yeah I’m off that

Derailing all your thoughts on this track

All this wax I should make a candle fac-tory better

Glory all facts his-tory in the making, I am that

(Chea,Chea,Chea,Chea)

Victory is sweet enough to eat, bon appetite

Pull up a chair and eat

You buffoons couldn't walk in my shoes

If we were sharing feet

[Verse 2: Krondon]

Mind too cool, dominion can’t compare they just some glarin geeks

In real life, perpetrate like mike only a pair of sneaks

Level 3, skeeter tried to squack I didn't care to speak

Burgundy, polo went public I can’t prepare to teach

Smoking like Santonio Holmes

When the camera go flash, I get the feeling at home

Under the avalanche

Guess that’s how ghetto survival, syndrome fuck the system

A nigga woke up to get on screaming

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[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]

Uh,(yo,yo,yo) ah, yeah, yeah, let me get my shit off

Dome piece a nigga his shit was gonna before I slid off

Yeah, yeah, let me get my shit off

Grab me a bag of work now watch how fast that fucker get off

Yeah, have the money flipping in oz, go get up

Throw somethin hot in yo oven dawgs

Nigga, we motherfucking bout it bout it

Get rowdy, rowdy, I’m a ghetto dog

Go head inside it

[Verse 4: Phil Da Agony]

Yo, my niggas cry freedom like Nelson Mandela

Played by Morgan Freeman

I be walking with the giants like the G men

Hit the pussy like semen

Hood angels I be fighting demons I’m excited

At the chance just to get even

So I play the odds, pray to god

Poker face chips like I’m playing cards

My chick like Felicia Rashad in the face

Hale Berry waist with the grace of sade

I take her out just to party, everybody say

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[Verse 5: Mitchy Slick]

Understood by those that blossom by MLK

Cocooned in a one bedroom, interjects, all in yay

Brainstorm philosophies on getting k’s and getting away

On gang injunction with the jail for nathen yesterday

Fuck the swines all they want is a cheaper nigga broke

Contradicting tycoons and the candy crips and cigarette bowls

Porky gotta eat his heart When he see my super sport

What they done to my folks

I charge it to her pink toes

[Verse 6: Jay Rock]

They done fucked up and let this Watts nigga get on

It’s my time to eat so I’m bout to get my grill on

George former ho, storm on the flow

Steady getting fetti, either rap guns will blow

Step inside this bitch they looking like wanna go toe to toe

These hands like pitbulls and now I let these fuckers go

So I think you need to let them motherfuckers know

These choppers leave they fucking heads spinning like some stop and go’s

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