Fust is an alternative hip-hop/alternative rock project started by Jon Banks in 2005.
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Founded in early 2005, Fust is the alternative music project of Jon Banks. Fust's songs are notorious for jumping genre with music exploring rock & roll, alternative, hip-hop, house, punk, instrumental, ambient, electronica, classical, Spanish music, country, folk, freestyle rap, beat-box, trip-hop, pop-punk, electronic sampling, dance, acoustic rock, industrial, experimental, blues, classic-rock, reggae, comedic rock, spoken-word and even "commercial jingle".
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Lyrics
(Yes I…)
Started with a track,
Ended with a stack,
Now, I’m buyin’ clothes to match the target on my back,
b*** , you’re my fake leg, yeah I knew it all along.
You only keep me standin’ ‘cause the real thing’s gone,
Can a brotha get a handclap, please stand back,
This n*** can’t dance, but this n*** can rap,
Can you understand that, tighter than saran wrap,
Ready like spongebob, suicide pact.
Rollin’ down the highway,
High since Friday,
I’m Frank Sinatra & I’m Usher, yep, I do it “My Way”,
Drop a paradox so fresh, it’ll make ya head hurt,
You know I’m more hood than the back of my sweatshirt
I do it, I does it,
I do it, I does it,
I do it, I does it,
My show was dope as f*** ,
Your show wasn’t.
Got connections like SkyNet,
I’m not even high yet,
I deal with booty all day, I’m a f*** in pirate
So, I f*** ed ya girl,
Stretched her out like nylon,
You’re still a cool guy,
Bygones be bygones?
So, your game’s over, need additional pylons,
She’s callin me da greatest like my name was Dylon,
Angel from a demon seed,
I believe in God, He don’t believe in Me,
Guns? I’m packin’ ‘em/ Mics? I flatten’ ‘em,
Never heard of gold, I’m too used to platinum,
I do it. I does it.
I do it. I does it.
I do it. I does it.
My show was dope as f*** .
Your show wasn’t.
I’m the cap’n, of this thing we call rappin’,
So when you hear it happen, I’ma need to hear ya clappin’,
Yes, I’m on a mission, my trigger finga’s itchin’,
I’m the typa-a n*** that will leave ya girl twitchin’,
Everything’s efficient, yet everybody’s b*** in’,
People only listen, when the money starts missin’,
Got Satan hatin’ on me ‘cause I’m hotter and more underground,
It’s really hard to argue when your logic is sound,
I can feel the beat from my soul into my atoms,
I spit a perfect picture, black and white, Ansel Adams,
Any time, any place, because it’ s access granted,
Hit it on the pavement, slanted and enchanted,
Yes, I…Yes, I…Yes, I…Yes(x4_
Do it, I does it,
I do it, I does it,
I do it, admit,
I does it…
I did it.
