A. S. M. (A State of Mind) - Guaranteed lyrics

[FP] = Funk E. Poet [GT] = Green-T [S] = Samples of other clips [S] It's your State of Mind [FP] Wax Tailor [S] That's right, cousin [S] Forming a combination [S] Looking for the right product [S] The perfect product [Hook] [S] And if you find anything that shouldn't be [GT] We illuminate so all souls could see [S] And if you find anything that shouldn't be [FP] Then burn it down and turn around and let the people be free [GT] Free Yo, Follow me Or holla at my man F. P [FP] Yeah Then write a letter send it off and address it to Green T [GT] Hey yo we own these beats control the dance floor [FP] While we roam deep streets with the Tailor on tour [GT] Yo we expose those that exploit the poor it's that [FP] A [GT] to the [FP] S [GT] to the [FP] M [GT] to the core [FP] Hey yo we own these beats Control the dance floor [FP] We roam deep streets with the Tailor on tour [GT] Yo we expose those that exploit the poor it's that [FP] A [GT] to the [FP] S [GT] to the [FP] M [GT] to the core Yo, F you remember how we roll Up in the backyard rocking that gazebo [FP] Um, let's see Yo it's a possibility but now we get to tour in France and teach positivity [GT] You on point F? [FP] Yo all the time Green Definitely preach peace and free beats and 93 reason we be deeply driven by the pa**ion [GT] And I present to you F-Pizza with the lashing [FP] Yo trust me you won't ever find a better rhymer heaven times eleven times higher call me F the Messiah Step to my entire empire fire wired up and write about the hired liars tired cause they kinda s** They find a buck or two, a bucket of Kentucky food and turn a profit f**ing you but that ain't nothing new See if that love was true they wouldn't had their finger up a dude And give it up for you instead of k** and bust a move [Hook] [FP] Yo Green you remember way back when The mic hand ripped up a fat graph pen [GT] U-um let me see Uh, now that you mention I remember up on the blackboards in detention [FP] You on point Green? [GT] Yo, all the time F rhyme fresh spit em on the rhythm or shred em like they were ribbons who give 'em the top villain this is the funk [FP] Yo Green give the party people what they want [S] Okay [GT] Well I'd consider it But these illiterate bigoted hypocrites got my soul in a twist from the ignorance Lingering scent Morbidly decrepit Hepatitis B infected Yeah, right wing elected Nepotists Would rather be idolized than see Bolivian water de-privatized Dali Lamas rhymers on the planet with your favorite flows like Hello down there in the f*gala hole [Hook]