Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
FU-Schnickens
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roderick Roachford
Composer
Lyvio G.
Composer
Joseph Jones
Composer
Lennox Maturine
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FU-Schnickens
Co-Producer
Lyvio G.
Producer
Lyrics
Now crew, this happens to be the sounds of the one in, one call in touch
One of them tell you big things are going right about here
And the fact this route is going big up, cause a sling thing right about now
Power of this world Ya'll on bullet points, select the one we can be seen
As you enter inside, I'll courtesy all the foosh, nick and crew man
Think I'll ring the alarm You hear this? Pull it!
Oh my god, you see them show the wiki for real
Now we ready to start Lighter! Light!
Crazy! Crazy with a lyrical style, that I sat down and created
Rhythmically corrected, runs with a timbre that's correct
It's time that I went all rated, originated
From here comes a new jumping, that means I'm dying while waiting
Many many ways the beats are consistent, to the mouth and the mutes and lighten
The enigmas that were drawn from your head, now we're having to be tested
Respected, true, I'm on, my choice of this, I've never, been tested
There was not to make it a wonder, when I'm on the side, guess who's selected
Every man with a land, when the mic crossed on the rix, says I'm subjected
Lyrics for a moment, talking about, but come off to it like second
To be sitting on me, I was in a bed, but the brain is overloaded
Don't bother with the test of the rest, of the rest of them, while I'm just exploding
Just give me the mic and we'll chat, we'll be like two neighbors, I'm undevoted
When you see me leaving, I offer to be poor, but then my neck is bloated
But when I tell me that, I tell you that, neighbors are fit, so I'm always loaded
Miss to the mother, really like a little bit of them, and the vibes don't get demoted
I'm the king bro, but then I miss him every time, I'll never, never get demoted
I want to start chatting, I'm counting the lines, till the neighbors and the vibes are floating
I ain't got stars in the water, so I never want to let go, so everybody know this
Cause all of them, all of them, why? Dem can't feed me, cause whatever they pick up in the mic
Cause I get crazy, it won't be good to me
You can be crazy, if you'd like to test me, yeah
You can be crazy, if you'd like to test me, yeah
I'm ready for it, I'm ready for it
I'm ready for it, I'm ready for it
Don't bother with the life of the mic and the mouse, it's constantly contemplating
Chat is him, but it ain't them, and it scares them, they may hate him
Lost all of my time, so I'm moving along with it, feel the mic getting down
But it's not many comfy Teaching right now, I don't want to start something complicated
Give it a test, if I never stick, cause I still need to re-coordinate it
Should've had it in my ass, still in my head, but it never, oh, it never, oh
Had it in my history, but it will rest, my name is obfuscating
A long time, I'm on the track now, stop it, and if you don't come, I'll wait in
Dedicated, motivated, yes, I'm an undecided
Sometimes I'm a tap me mark, and I slap them checks in, who's to blame?
Do you really never write, never go through the line, and if you're him, no pity
I'm not some Y.O.T., never done, never forget the school, but it didn't
But I'm moving along, cause you got the longest, and you can't stop editing it
Me, myself, you, to everyone, you, to me, since I was a kid in it
I'm in a mess, I'm in a suit, and I'm not making no sense
I get it, I rate them while it's close, and I'm in the rain
But my style remains the same, all MC's, yeah, I get it
The reason why I'm moving in this shit, I get it
Lock me up, show me the key, to let me live alone and practice me
I'm literally sick, I'm mentally, I'm not insane
Other ways crazy, stop that, make me in a category
Turned on, but I'm really myself, step in, living in the track, created by me
Created by me, not other MC's
Some DPs, them fabric of me, boy, let me take it off them track and see
Them fuck the fashion and them fuck the bottom of mine
Like I'm number one, but I'm really weak, so they mock me and see
Like I'm so fine, but they run with the ordinary, got me discovering that
Every time they talk, talking about writing sex, like me
They want me to go on and mash every song and put me down
But they cannot make me, rather they really, really, fuck, like a fucking retard
Because we rule an attitude, they cool, they send, they be a cocky
I'm losing it, so somebody just keep to the rhythm
And let me raise the limbs, and let me close enough
That all somebody listening, they keep listening
No hope, we feel monitored through the foot and knee
I'm in a jester, yes, I'm in a skinky
When I offer to meet me, can't be drafted, but I need more time
When you pick up the mic, I track your phrases, whoop me at the knee
You never be crazy, you're right, you're just me, yeah
You never be crazy, you're right, you're just me, yeah
I'm crazy, oh, crazy, I'm crazy, oh, crazy
I'm crazy, oh, crazy, I'm crazy, oh, crazy
I know you love it, it's all I'm speaking of
I know some of them still love while I can't do something
But my writing's exciting, really, really mobile
Like lightning, really there and really lightning
For the people who's liking, not to mention
Keep attention, when you enter, better mention
Cause you'll have love, really, really lyrics
Yes, and there's no prevention
I wrote with no caution, none of my lyrics is no distortion
Don't worry, they'll be swimming next to me
These are techniques of passion
Cause I will get brutal and lyrically crucial
If any, just not trying to be that defeating, it's usual
If them want some badness, I'm going like the badness
Anytime you come here, shoot them down on the table
I'm the badness, with the rambunctiousness no say
With the gesture of distance and passion
I am the professor, on the mic now
The ruler, the teacher, the schooler
And all time, in the latest, please don't let them fool you
On the mic, them, the actors, don't know the main factors
Them in the cup, them in the dust, them in the trash
Some practice, some are safe, I'm good, you know
So it's not that easy, come with me
Bring it with the mic, I'll drive you crazy
It's what we got to do
You think I'll be crazy
You like to test me, yeah
You think I'll be crazy
You like to test me, yeah
I'm crazy, oh, crazy, I'm crazy, oh, crazy
I'm crazy, oh, crazy, I'm crazy, oh, crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy
Written by: Joseph Jones, Lennox Maturine, Lyvio G., Roderick Roachford


