Lyrics
geah, geah
B.M.F.C. on the mic, on the beat we got
Gallo and Jay-Ice
wait, wait, back to the carriage estate//
passing green around, faces soon erase//
but hey, this is just how it goes,
Not about my friends or Foes//
Reminiscing about droppin dem bows//
Never get with dem girls,
Cause they only Portray Hoes// But Befor//
I came around by myself, I was left Alon//
Called, no answer on the Phon//
I cried for help,
Finally see it's all about Heart felt//
Soon my emotions melt,
Build my feelings back up//
Lyrical Words, bout to corruppt,
But I Fucked Up//
Its always about luck,
Im Stuck//
Inside my head,
Ride-n-Grind in the bed//
Keep goin', Keep moanin',
Watch the sunset.//
But i bet,
She'll say im far from sane.
Some say, that they're crazy-loco-insane//
Lack of toxins thats,
Chillen in the cerebral vein//
of BMFC's Brain//
Restin in his Lyrical Domain,
No need to entertain//
My fates preordained//
Others thought, hes the Legerdemain,
or even the white Jermaine//
BMFC will never be contained//
Remain to creep,
so keep,counting your sheep,
while in your castle in spain//
Time for the Kings Slain,
Time for the poison, called Wolf's Bane//
Start To Become Delirious,
Time to put the word "FEAR"in-to"Us"//
This is the start, for the knowledge Campaign//
Took the crescent Ring//
Traded for,
Not-so impressive Things//
Everyones Hooked,
On Lyrical's "Cane"//
Now ya speedin in the fast lane, in ya Mustan--g//
Metaphores Ya Lovin//
Words so-hot-n-fresh,
Its Straight outa the oven//
Pop the Champange//
Get all Bub-bl-ey -n- cud-dl-ey,
And do our Damn Thing//
Trailing Behind the Verse,
is the Firey Flame//
Refrain from the Butane//
Words singled out the Propane//
Got more metaphores,
Than Tokyo's Passenger Trains//
Or even more sales,
Than all the Restaurant-Chains//
How about MORE WMD'S,
Than Saddam Hussein//
Writtin so much,
hands becomin lead-grained//
Start of a revolution,
Turn Fashion into Too-Plain//
Dont give a damn about the constitution
It was all Blamed//
on False Facts,
BMFC Gave'em the Chest Pain//
after that, led to the heart attack
Just InHumane//
For Me, just B, to continuall-y
Rippin' up this track.
This is, My mother fuckin Verbal Facts.
