[Verse 1]
Lyrically untouched
Competition quadriplegic
See when i flow like seas, listeners get sea sick
My niggers say am whipped like a slaves back,but when this Younging rap
You realize it's not slave raps
No chains or whips
Organic hot flows like tea
Vision obscured
Tell me what you see
Fuck World Peace
I want Balance
Started slacking with my rhymes ,when i thought my first pay was on the way
Actually it was delay
Don't call me a rapper
Such an abused term in this world we living in
Using synonyms to cover up sin
Not enough credit given to the ish that's lacking
You commercial like an advert an the truths what u lacking
To the business minded rappers opposite of an asset is what's BC
A liability
Hope we Vibrate
Share a frequency
Facebook Rappers, give a shit about your comment
My sixteens give a shit about your sonnet
[Refrain 1]
We just Youngings chasing cheese, Fuck Police
Youngings Chasing cheese Fuck Police
Scorch with our rhymes
We reaching high degrees, high degrees
[Verse 2]
We Youngings chasing cheese
Fuck Police harassing masses
Block shine with glasses
Competition quiver cause we liver
Destiny summon...
[Refrain 2]
Get out my zone you all up in my face
I guess
[Verse 3]
I ain't really in the zone on this one
I just might come
F the world then come
Messing with Earth like a natural disaster
Or simply something not of human decent
That's ET
On your chest like titties
Wow am writing with ease
Who thought i'd flow like this ?
When the only flows they expected is when am dancing
Moving backwards on a Lunar like Michael Jackson
No emotion fake
Am acing
What you know ?
Nothing
Yeah, Yeah you know nothing
About the pain of this rap game
Different blueprint ,but they say we all the same
They claim ,but they don't really know the young king
Yeah ,they don't know the young king
BC be me
BS is what i see on T.V
Can't believe this ish
Am i watching Ripley's ?
Ahhh
Too cold, too cold
First grade rappers bout to get schooled like 7 years old
Getting cold feet
Yeah ,i told you that am cold
But
[Refrain 3]
Fuck Off
Yeah, Fuck off
Am in my malfuking zone
So just Fuck Off
Trying to get some me time
Jam a bit, dance a bit, eat a bit, chat a bit
See a pic i like then munch
Cursing on this track thou
But i don't swear much
But anyway, Fuck Off
Yea Fuck Off
Am in my malfuking space so just Fuck Off
[Verse 4]
Nah Nah
Don't Play this for my momma
Momty will trip, hear me cursing like this
What the fuck
I guess ignorance is bliss
Shit, imagine if i had a kid
More focused on these money trees than having a seed
Time to succeed
In a generation where girls suck seed
Corrupted business men
Minds filled with greed
Mind the blood on the mike i bleed
Raps element,but a compound too
Cause i fuse with more than one element of rap
Open my mouth an it's a rap for you present rappers
Presently rapping bout crap we can't relate to
Last year i had a fro cause i have soul too like the Black Lip Bastard
And everything i say is true
You could swear am under oath
But am just honest like that with these un-intoxicated rhymes
I was hot, but now am passing magma
As i distort my grammar, on some disastrous ish
Telling tales on a track
Am a different type of snitch
All black clothing
That's a different type of rich
But brighten up like a summer's evening or a rainbow
My Soul feeling like pot of gold
Tell me what you know
[Refrain 4]
Fuck Off
Yeah, Fuck Off
Am in my malfuking zone so just fuck off
Fuck Off
Yeah, Fuck Off
Am in my malfuking zone so just Fuck Off
Damn Space
Fuck Off was written by Besa Pharaoh.
Besa Pharaoh released Fuck Off on Fri Jan 16 2015.