One.Be.Lo - Fellowship lyrics

[Intro] Serious Yo we gonna do it like this, Binary Star The notorious Athletic Mic League And my man Decompoze, got flows We do it just like this [Hook] Yo, yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll) AML got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll) Real live ya'll, (live ya'll) Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll) Decompoze got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll) Real live ya'll, (live ya'll) Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll) Binary star got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll) Real live ya'll. (live ya'll) Yes yes ya'll (yes ya'll) We got the vibe Real live ya'll. (live ya'll) Real live ya'll. (live ya'll) [Verse 1: Buff1] In this age of the Sagittarius I'm abrasive in various ways, if you come across makeshift Cause fake is as fake does And fake kids get fake love and lace you with hate, that weighs tons So I try to stay away from those type of guys Don't got the heart to show love, no vital signs We lost 'em, horizontal line, no pulse rate For usin' all your force to hate instead of tryin' to coordinate Y'all trashin' the name And that's all we have in this game No where near the cash and the fame So if you wanna bring it back to elementary school Na na na boo boo we hate you too [Verse 2: Decompoze] Decompoze, rhymes come together like crochet Shake it with me no way I rose like a bouquet It's ok to imaginate But when the rap is great It's a bad mistake to gladiate my magistrate You'll have to wait cause I can't stand you My command tool make your ear ring like bamboo I plan to reach higher peeps Rhymin' liver beats Hit entire streets, inspire peeps You better Bounce like dryer sheets So what's the matter son cat got ya tongue from the raps that I swung Shrap got you hung from the crap that you spun Attack with a gun that's where I'm darin' hoods can't see us like cell As I'm reachin' heights in Farragut Get hot, and rise to the top like mercury my birth'll be workin' these mics' circuitry perfectly Worship me, I got what you lust for Cause on a rough tour I rock heads like Mt. Rushmore [Hook] [Verse 3: One Be Lo] If you're hungry for some real hip hop, we came to feed you I lead you, outta the dark with my cerebral Shine on the mic, don't you party people front We wanna see you jump like Evil Kineivel stunts Binary Star Athletic Mic League a**emblin' Fire kindlin', God's gift to adrenaline Representin' Waterworld that's Michigan You lack discipline You going nowhere like flat Michelins Take off your Timberlands, you won't need 'em That's what I tell emcees before I battle and defeat 'em The anonymous Who the heck am I Testify Guy on the mic you can't see with the naked eye Givin' you individuals invisible rituals Line after line habitual, not your typical rhyme I said it first, whatever works, energetic verse Your head'll burst, I bet it hurts Time for red alerts It's like this (They ain't got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship) Whack MCs be the first to diss (They ain't got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship) I hear a million MCs pop they lips (They ain't got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship) It don't matter how many mics you flip (They ain't got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship) [Verse 4: Vital] Metallic Jura**ic soul survival Restricted binder Oxygen to brain depriver It's time ta Hide me in your basement I introduce myself as Radon Spray cans, I'm more bomb Then Air Force One let me be a skydiver Divider Swing my dreads break the blade of Delilah Besides the Fact that we the cats that lick the grit from Ell's diner My neck concentrates a quick twitch muscle fiber Masters of deception We do a show Show a little affection If the cat in the front row fronts The monitor speech will detect 'em You're best off to move ya rectum Side to side just like a spectrum [Verse 5: Senim Silla] Jacques Cousteau Amphibian sk**s So deep, you need gills or training from NAVY seals These waters are treachereous And for rappers jeapordous Lames who test this are like Charles with a d**h wish It's suicidal Bring a knife to a gun fight You dead on arrival You should've known better No court'll hold me liable It's the law of survival Chapter one verse one of the emcee bible Need ta get up on ya studies School's in session for you and your bu*t buddies Take it back to rhyme structure 101 for you dummies And cla** is free So you can keep your pot moneys We do it cuz we're hungry We're predators that hunt for the k** Bust for the rush Thrill seekers on a natural high We shootin up Through your veins uncut Hotshots and such Fiends by any means You'll feel it when we touch Many cats try to rap with this (They ain't got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship) Whack MCs be the first to diss (They ain't got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship) It don't matter how matter how many rhymes you spit (They ain't got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship) Theres a million MCs that pop lip (They ain't got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship) [Hook] Yes yes ya'll (yes ya'll) We got the vibe (x8)