Fonz-E Mak - The Fellowship lyrics

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Fonz-E Mak - The Fellowship lyrics

[Produced by Sani] [Julian Malone] Enter this sh** epic Pleasant but a weapon Straight k**ing leaving a messing On n***as ipod's who checking for it And losers who less and boasting About how they best and doper Than me and my squadron? f** ya'll we the awesomeness, whoa [Calez] Ask'em what it cost em' it Shouldn't be nothing just a bunch of money we offering n***as be fronting steady be stuntin' on bout how raw they is n***a you serious we k**ing sh** n***a period Stop you f**in' delirious [Fonz-E Mak] Uh, that's that confusion That's followed back with a bruising A bigger word is contusion A couple cuts leave you oosin I'm loosing my sense of patience It's wasting away Caping crusader Who save you wack a** [Jax] who lacking a [Daxter] [Johnny St. Cloud] Spazzing on you ba*tards Rapping on you nappy head hooligan a** rappers I think you need a cla** or a session Cause y'all n***as ain't messing with this newness You stupid for even Thinking I ain't make all of this cool sh** [Legit] Sometimes the mission be impossible when your battling defeat That's why I got two crews Like I'm traveling at sea Cause Renaissance is the nation 2008ighties the team And I'ma make it rain supreme Like Wolf Haley's favorite dream nah' mean [Julian Malone] My team body Every record straight disrespecting Y'all P U S S Y's no sorry I be... Feeling high when I rhyme Like I just climbed mountain Everest And took elevendy totes of irene I sing, whatever my heart and mind brings Ya'll lean towards whatever's dope now you hypebeast Die please [Fonz-E Mak] Man gone do it just cause we asked you to You dead yet? Cause we the ones who gone go from local to global We so loco with vocals And delivery and flow so insane they calling us postal boy Decided long ago that rhyming is the only road I'm making sure nobody sleeping on me less they comatose Never been a friend of beef Criss Angel with the spitting g That's why all my enemies disappearing like Kennedys [Legit] Soon as they drive by that gra**y knoll I'm in that schoolbook depository Now you know Metaphorically of course cause well Its Mr. nasty flow Hungry like Kobe with a nappy fro That's why my hat be low Because im Danny Ocean they think I can't get a deal now Cause I don't dress flashy you saying I don't appeal now? How you f*ggots trying judge me? The f** is you Uncle Phil now? You nothing but a magnet to n***as that pull the steal out [Calez] Pop them n***as and peal out, uurrrrrkk Floor it until the f**ing tires start to squeal out, skuuurrtt Visit my psychiatrist and tell her I ain't on, dirrrt b**h say I'm lying denying the facts A f**ing tyrant in fact Sold my crack to tracks and now you b**hes is buying it back Showed that ageusia how it taste now they dying for that Pause for the lions of raps King of the jungle running the rally I'm sickly k**ing the valley You Ricky up in the alley, run [Johnny St. Cloud] So it's no more Mr. Nice Guy, good evening muf**ers' All you mama boys can Try, so good luck you mother lovers And s**ers and losers Posers and Boozers You just gone cruise for bruisin' So stop playing pick and choose when I ain't got sh** to lose But hella got sh** to prove Who the f** is you tryna' move To Rumplestilskins ain't even nowhere to close to the crew [Julian Malone] Really think you doper than ju huh? n***a that's too tough You stank you bum dude bu*t Just get a job be a uncle Tom let me spit fye Julian Malone landed and did his damage bye [Legit] L's still in this b**h Yes I'm still rapping All you other crews is like What the f** happened? [Fonz-E Mak] Boy what the hell happened im Back with a bag of flows Sour kids got a patch of those But im after the cabbage bro Never be in third place Not me, No way [Calez] Jose, fifth of that Harald like I'm from Norway f** the forbes base You can tell'em all Im broke a** n***a gang muf**a' and I'm bout to hit a stain b**h [UG] Broke a** n***a gang b**h We just pulling yo dame b**h She bussing like a smith and wesson And yo dumb a** talking bout getting hitch Treat you like a turn over We'll put you out the sh** Nine months to some pregnant c*nts Ho im straight out this b**h Shorty be k**ing my family j**els Holocaust Auschwitz See my pockets is out of paper she have to settle for plastics You get no a** at all blue balls You are professor Draken I'm dragging rapping drag queens out in angry dad fashions n***a