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Fly Shit
125
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fly Shit was released on March 8, 2024 by Nomadic Massive Productions as a part of the album Out of Town - EP
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Release DateMarch 8, 2024
LabelNomadic Massive Productions
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nomadic Massive
Nomadic Massive
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Butta Beats
Butta Beats
Lyrics
Lou Piensa
Lou Piensa
Lyrics
Waahli
Waahli
Lyrics
Mark Haynes
Mark Haynes
Composer
Ralph Odman Joseph
Ralph Odman Joseph
Songwriter
Louis Dufieux
Louis Dufieux
Songwriter
Nicolas Palacios Hardy
Nicolas Palacios Hardy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Butta Beats
Butta Beats
Producer

Lyrics

I blast the roman alphabet to pieces when my flow releases
Kidnap the dictionary, free the words then I write my thesis
Expose all the elements, non hesitant
My punchlines never punch out until you feel the excellence
A polyglot, You’re probably not
You ought to let loose like Mardi Gras and Lah-Dee Dah-Dee down the Autobahn
No limit, I stay prolific like Bollywood
I see you falling back like you oddly would and you probably should
I'm a solid good, explode the molecules
When I break the ice you can shake the dice, twice as nice
Bet all your chips and trust it will suffice
The game is grown now, blow the candles cause the cake is iced
Choppy with the pads and funky with the breaks
The secret's been revealed, I let the fun out on the first take
Like it's my birth date
The world is now a better place
Better late than never, let it play and marinate
Fly Shit!
Speak your truth, stand behind it
Where you from? Where you at? How you gon find it?
Fly Shit!
C est la source et sa valeur
Mains dans les airs, les pendules sont à lheure
Fly Shit!
Tout bagay nou di li vre
N'toujou backe'l, kote'l soti kote'l prale?
Fly Shit!
Siempre fresco, perfecto
Donde estan? Donde van? Como le llaman esto?
Its been a hell of a year, my beard’s getting longer
Im back in the cave to feed my hunger
The music is the medecine
The world is packed with problems, we can’t seem to solve them
I looked around and everyone just claims to have the answers (yeah!)
I’m all alone inside my sphere and move with 4 wheels, i'm in the circle this year (yeah!)
My vision’s more clear, sharper than a cut from premier
Until we celebrate, underneath a chandelier
We’ll keep going hard like a point guard and straight pokerface
Playing cards in the yard (in the yard)
My mom is proud now, I made the tv twice
Shouts to her, the way she cooks with spice is so precise (Pam!)
I rep the capital H/ going places
And still on the humble, while I count my victories
I’m’a claim my throne, just like Bran Stark
Deep in the zone, man, knock them out the box Waahli!
Fly Shit!
Speak your truth, stand behind it
Where you from? Where you at? How you gon find it?
Fly Shit!
C est la source et sa valeur
Mains dans les airs, les pendules sont à lheure
Fly Shit!
Tout bagay nou di li vre
N'toujou backe'l, kote'l soti kote'l prale?
Fly Shit!
Siempre fresco, perfecto
Donde estan? Donde van? Como le llaman esto?
Pass through purpose, discover what the worst is
Like first verses written in Cursive, riddled with curses
Its Rap!
Like an intuition, free decisions run missions
Soul glistening, speak in tongues
Chicharrón instead of chitlin
We Laughing with j’s, mate sipping
How you figure? Shit he must be tripping
Break Beats & sample flipping
Do shows and walk free of fiction
Express and don’t repress what we be missing
Sell it like it’s dripping, one look, we dismissing
Fugazi, dropping jewels since BAZY (uptown!)
Your boy been wavy, Hallelujah
How we brought it to ya, get the gravy
Fought the world then saw the vision cued up, half crazy
Like the times be, enterprise and we die free
I fashion timely
Don’t fuckg around If you Kindly
Put in the work ’cause the beats bumpiing behind me
Head nod shit, like the drip up in the I.V.
No itch but quick words and shit gets lively
No lie, B
Fly Shit!
Speak your truth, stand behind it
Where you from? Where you at? How you gon find it?
Fly Shit!
C est la source et sa valeur
Mains dans les airs, les pendules sont à lheure
Fly Shit!
Tout bagay nou di li vre
N'toujou backe'l, kote'l soti kote'l prale?
Fly Shit!
Siempre fresco, perfecto
Donde estan? Donde van? Como le llaman esto?
Written by: Butta Beats, Lou Piensa, Louis Dufieux, Mark Haynes, Nicolas Palacios Hardy, Ralph Odman Joseph
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