Fonz-E Mak - Esoteric Fan Base lyrics

[Verse 1: Fonz-E Mak] Uh, hey, lace em up, lace em up Fix your cup, fix your cup Wish me luck, wish me luck I'm double trouble like that witch's spell Wasting cash in wishing wells For my competition, I just wish you well I'm from the wild wild Midwest Where we play Blackhawks and Cowboy Bebop And then you learn fast that success Is what your waiting for like Pete Rock I'm chilling on this couch just watching Comcast I gotta work at Fridays till I'm letting the time pa** Ight man time pa**ed I'm very gifted my pimp is Jeremy Pippin You dudes be feeling froggy but you rarely ribbet You can ask critics my lyrics are ma** hits Scratch that they acidic as sick as mad as it can get Ya its a gift when I spit and I rip on these tracks No trust falls on this see yall can't hold me back I'm sleeping on this bus having Billy dreams Staring at the stars in this sky just made me think Damn, that's where I wanna be [verse 2: Murph Watkins] The beat is telling me the world is mine Make the world align, orbit with the solar system Mold it with the world around, peak the spit game I'm know to cause a big bang curling irons Grab her by the hand and get your girl in line Even if you whirl a nine around you couldn't blow my demeanor Even told the meanest opponent he's weaker I'm herbal essence in a verbal session Yes I spit dirty sometimes but I prefer the freshness My tongue is a murder weapon its hard to pray with it I asked God for the power, he let Ye get it Maybe I should wear a shinny suit and get maced with it Or maybe puffed with it either way I must get it Grab a mike and just get it all with my ball Til you floor, never board like a plane or a bus ticket Til you floor, never board like a plane or a bus ticket Murph that's enough spittin', kick it [Verse 3: Fonz-E Mac and Murph Watkins] I'm moving toward success, I'm more or less avoiding stress Rep the club it seems so good you know the rest Fonz-E be mackin them rebels I'm attracting them Dope lines I be rapping them stupid questions yall asking them Uh only one real chick so I'm never around bimbos The way I'm trending I should be followed by pound symbols When I walk the ground trembles My pain the earth feel it higher then smurfs sk**et Drop the S, Murf, k** it Truly that dude forever, if you in my view ever unruly I do Whenever you do whatever you do it never Who would have knew the weather would change in the proof swear to Every track that is this cold now back to the flow I'm like the stupidest clubber I make the lucrative cheddar I look myself in the mirror mirror, like who could spit it better Not a soul N O like olly grow so adios I'm fixing to blow like snotty noses