For the FU Audio Championship
Faceman and KHP are the new rising stars of Brooklyn bring you the sickest flows and most conscious lyrics.
[-_-'] = [Faceman]
The epitomy of underground rap... my music speaks for itself, who needs a flashy webpage..
The Open Your Eyes Mixtape is now complete!
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Lyrics
Chromes Wack,
Niggaz try to front on my click,
Then when I spit up some writs,
I pull their motherfuckin Dome Back.
This matchup aint right, I'll can this faggot,
Someone snatch-up his mic, I can't stand the static!
Think Chromes will beat me? Have you've heard his writtens?
The same kid who changes mic position durin spittin!?
I could rip you easily wit just a sentence or two,
Shit dude, even ya mic got more presence than you!
[His shpiel drones] so of course he's "the real chromes",
Of course he's alone, cuz ["Who would want to be Neil's clone?"]
Snatch ya heel bone, think ya hansome now ya fake fuck?,
Bitch you look like Marilyn Manson without the make-up!
You're breakin up like ya physically shitty device,
Ain't it bad enough, when you literally spit on the mic?
You're like a matrix battle, nothin but a "Neo-Phyte",
Get my dopeness rattled, and I'll jump back wit ["Kilo-Bites!"]
I'll light you up Chromes, I got plenty of gas fluid,
Wait till you touch the dro, then put my ass to it.
[Ignite flames] in the right plane of ya mind vein,
So ya might strain tonight lain slain wit a migrane.
Yo I was designed sane, but new facts contradict it,
I'm sittin here twitchin just figurin how to fix it.
While you've spent ya whole life just tryin to be sick shit,
I've been physically disabled wit a verbal sickness.
This is a buffet eat, exclusively excluding gaycees,
And as you can see, I can still kill you on a played beat!
