Fyi just so you know why
Fyi yo boy you still fly
Did you get dropped? (no)
Do you still rock?
Yes Yes Yes Yes
Fyi just so you know why
Fyi yo boy you still fly
Did you really quit? (no)
Do you still spit?
Yes Yes Yes Yes
'02, I was all 106 and park
It's 06 and those battles still make 'them talk
Since then, they all wanna know where I've been
The last few years, hmm where do I begin?
London, Australia, Japan was a 10, Hong Kong, Amsterdam, London again
My folks' back at home were starting to miss me
I'm out there, getting' rid of more pounds than Missy
Once I've hit the big screen, she got franic
Havin' some of ya'll thinkin' I'm a real mechanic
Askin', me about engines after the show
That was just a movie yo, the hell if I know
As far as the flicks go I'm still actin',
'bout to get a coach and I ain't talkin' Phil Jackson
Reading scripts by the lot of types castin',
I refuse to let Hollywood punk me like Ashton
*Chorus*
I'm a show stoppah, main event
Hard head, gotta break cement
Both ears what you've paid for rent
What you save, I spent
Ain't talkin' lies
If fy boy had gravity, I'll be walkin' high
Paid dues I've been been grindin' for years
If this verse don't prove it, then you're blinding your ears
Gotta fascinatin' flow you'll be dying to hear
On the road to success, all tryin' to steer
I'm one of tha hottest out kid (out kid)
You'll believe I ain't pow wow,
But I'll put my money where my mouth is
Listen' up man, make me a crown cuz I'm next
Straight outa Brooklin' I'm down with tha best
Outa 5 I've a flight, I'll be out on the west
But don't get it twisted I'm east-coast rap
I soak jay-z and nazz to the east-coast back
(Let's go)
Ladies and gentleman, Yung Mac!
*Chorus*
Yo, my state of mind is '99, before I've got singed
Better yet, '97, the very first time
That I've won a battle, you missed it
15, had a cafeteria, goin' ballistic
Hungry, futuristic, lyrical mystic
Just a few of my, many characteristics
Retirement? No, not this quick
I was sayin' I quit, cuz I was just sick
And tired of bein' sick and tired of the stress
It was a ruff ride but it's love, nonetheless
Don't be an a** and a**ume, the only thing
I've ever got dropped from was my mothers womb
Ey yo, my career's born again, back to square one
spitin' like I wanna get on again
After doin' Kanye numbers when im thru
On that note, bush hates Chinese people too
*Chorus*
Fyi yo boy you still fly
Did you get dropped? (no)
Do you still rock?
Yes Yes Yes Yes
Fyi just so you know why
Fyi yo boy you still fly
Did you really quit? (no)
Do you still spit?
Yes Yes Yes Yes
'02, I was all 106 and park
It's 06 and those battles still make 'them talk
Since then, they all wanna know where I've been
The last few years, hmm where do I begin?
London, Australia, Japan was a 10, Hong Kong, Amsterdam, London again
My folks' back at home were starting to miss me
I'm out there, getting' rid of more pounds than Missy
Once I've hit the big screen, she got franic
Havin' some of ya'll thinkin' I'm a real mechanic
Askin', me about engines after the show
That was just a movie yo, the hell if I know
As far as the flicks go I'm still actin',
'bout to get a coach and I ain't talkin' Phil Jackson
Reading scripts by the lot of types castin',
I refuse to let Hollywood punk me like Ashton
*Chorus*
I'm a show stoppah, main event
Hard head, gotta break cement
Both ears what you've paid for rent
What you save, I spent
Ain't talkin' lies
If fy boy had gravity, I'll be walkin' high
Paid dues I've been been grindin' for years
If this verse don't prove it, then you're blinding your ears
Gotta fascinatin' flow you'll be dying to hear
On the road to success, all tryin' to steer
I'm one of tha hottest out kid (out kid)
You'll believe I ain't pow wow,
But I'll put my money where my mouth is
Listen' up man, make me a crown cuz I'm next
Straight outa Brooklin' I'm down with tha best
Outa 5 I've a flight, I'll be out on the west
But don't get it twisted I'm east-coast rap
I soak jay-z and nazz to the east-coast back
(Let's go)
Ladies and gentleman, Yung Mac!
*Chorus*
Yo, my state of mind is '99, before I've got singed
Better yet, '97, the very first time
That I've won a battle, you missed it
15, had a cafeteria, goin' ballistic
Hungry, futuristic, lyrical mystic
Just a few of my, many characteristics
Retirement? No, not this quick
I was sayin' I quit, cuz I was just sick
And tired of bein' sick and tired of the stress
It was a ruff ride but it's love, nonetheless
Don't be an a** and a**ume, the only thing
I've ever got dropped from was my mothers womb
Ey yo, my career's born again, back to square one
spitin' like I wanna get on again
After doin' Kanye numbers when im thru
On that note, bush hates Chinese people too
*Chorus*