My Style is Fly

[Intro: Jazzlib]
Yeah, right about now you can tune to the sounds of the incredible

[Verse 1: Jazzlib]
Yo
Hello, how do you do
From me to you
Coming with the funky, fresh, and brand new
True to the game I include my name
To the top five I'm live and worldwide
Step to the side while I ride the bass drum
Cocaine flow that get your whole face numb
You wanna taste some?
When I come back from Paris I be chilling in the place I'm from
(Where's that)
West side, niggas ride, niggas diе
Not a lot of room for suckas
The motherfucking home of thе OG
Gangster capital
First niggas rapping 'bout fuck the police
But what do I know? I used to be a wino
I used to be signed to Delicious Vinyl
I read my own contract don't need no attorney
So all that bullshit don't concern me

[Hook: Jazzlib]
Can't no body do it better than me
See I be the one called F-A-T
To the L-I-P
My style is fly
Ain't a reason to ask why
Can't no body do it better than me
See I be the one called F-A-T
To the L-I-P
My style is fly
Ain't no reason to ask why

[Verse 1: Jazzlib]
Now here I go again the dopest dude with a pen
To get your open like [?] cuz I'm hot and heated
Never get defeated never retreated
I'm back cuz the game needed
True and need is the liberators collaborated with the greatest
Just like some motherfucking meat and potatoes
DJs play this back and fourth for East coasts West Side down south fuck North Of course it's the number one entertainer insane Purperaena, musical genius smoked up greenish
Sturdy five tryna survive like a mean this Amped up with a whole lot of walks of beef
Bang like a whole lot of shots in the gun range
[?] that's they come Underground dark than the number one

[Hook: Jazzlib]
Can't no body do it better than me
See I be the one called F-A-T
To the L-I-P
My style is fly
Ain't a reason to ask why
Can't no body do it better than me
See I be the one called F-A-T
To the L-I-P
My style is fly
Ain't no reason to ask why

[Verse 2: Fatlip]
Yo, I'm amped up
The champs up
Thought I got knocked down in the last round
Heavyweight title, sharp is when you hear this year's idol
You'll be suicidal kill it it softly with a flow that's off the chain
You thought I fell off but I still remain
Hold my own, choose not to build with the cornerstone
You mind's weak like the member of a cult and as a result
You insult the intelligence of an adult
With your bitch made bubble gum fifth grade
Lyrics that couldn't cut it with a switchblade

[Outro: Fatlip]
Yeah so you know I came all the way out here from... from L.A. man
Chillin' with my people's man
The jazz liberators man
Fatlib hell of a collaboration you know
Once again this your boy Fatlib
With the jazz liberators
Liberating the world of music
With the jazz
In the hip-hop form
Yeah
Ain't no stoppin' us
Ain't no topin' us