This is how we rollin swollen on a Saturday I had a way to chill hard 3 ill broads wanted to hook up so I looked up, Tajai and Snupe call 'em up aye,
Why don't you follow it [x6] Follow the funk Coolin, just like the man's supposed to You know the most who respect a fool and a post crew I often catch
[Intro:] Hah, ay youknowhatI'msayin Hieroglyphics in here... forever Hah hah! [Verse One:] Aiyyo peep it, the back breakin mack takin titles Vital
to lose friends But then again I didn't know, sorry Accept apologies and live on Are we goin hold grudges well oh fudge Its a new year and I do fear Ya
particles I'm sparkin, still I get smarter and I make my styles hits harder I mack styles stack piles distract smiles you're wack while I continue to get in you [Casual
How'd I get here, dwell through the hauls of all this confusion usin' my tactics to stay alive, wait astride when they try to get ya, pretend they the
tryin to let the fly know, what I know I never been a shy bro, strictly getting, ends Hitting, skins, along with men, who set, trends I base my reasoning Upon Casual
lost while Challenging in physical combat Show me the ringleader, and the wiz'll go bomb that I come fat, you niggaz front runt cease They say bigger punks fear
about off the head) (y'all niggaz can't rhyme off the head) (always get in circles with your written shit) (yo y'all gotta learn about Fear Itself) (youknowhatI
had competition but they really wasn't. Was it an ill u sion, the way my bug shit seemed to bruise men? Yo, I kill 'em with my weak raps. You heard Casual
shit YaseewhatI'msayin, and I'm gettin tired, my ass is sweaty I ain't got time, and uhh, I'm just gonna let you know I'm kickin it with Casual YaseewhatI
Yo! Get the fuck off my dick and let me rip this shit! I write raps, And when niggaz bite, I clap, 'Cos their shit sounds better now. You done let me
how I come, with my gum slander, and demand a man to think Cuz I can stop and wait, while others contemplate the theories and when they hear these the fear
[Verse One:] Get a load of this MC, and that MC I guess the G does not posess the recipe You're stale men fell when inferior complexes of when John
mics and throw rights and lefts Don't move or budge yet cause Hieroglyphics in the motherfuckin house I rips descriptions of mc's duckin out as we step in Pep and Del and Casual
[Verse One:] Start with the boom!!! That's the sound from the stuff that we, puff It's magic I'm draggin a foe to doom And still refrain from being
about off the head) (y'all niggaz can't rhyme off the head) (always get in circles with your written shit) (yo y'all gotta learn about fear itself) (youknowhati
track for us Aiyyo I gotta give a fat, big swollen shout To my man Casual, you know what I'm sayin'? Ha, lettin' you know about Fear Itself, huh Yeah
