Fly Routine

With the will rhyme stalking in the region of Blackstone

Kid, you're down with the jam then let your soul flow

Think you got skill? Best step to the mic

We can bust fly routines and get high all night

I pack rhymes like ammo, never run out

You wanna call me Rambo

I'm the conductor of this mastered ceremony

Kid, I get it on I ain't the one called phony

Are you in the zone D or all alone G?

Did your trend run out like a subscription to a magazine?

I spit the venom when I catch a snitch in my web

Cause I'm the crazy style honkey with a dreaded head

Oh, you got the fly routine

We got the fly routine

You wanna fly routine?

I was, standing by the door selling cups for the keg

Counting all the heads making sure they all paid

Then in walks this kid steals a cup from the stack

Didn't pay a dime, he thinks he's all that

So I tap him on the shoulder, I say: "You think you're bolder?

I'll match your rhyming anytime and take you out like a soldier"

So I step to the plate, the sucker gave me no chase

I'm the bottle of Baisley and you're in checkmate

Oh, you got the fly routine

We got the fly routine

You wanna fly routine?

Oh, you got the fly routine

We got the fly routine

You wanna fly routine?

So I start to incline I'm busting out phat rhymes

Kid, I spin his fucking head like I'm spinning a dime

Kid, I showed him no mercy so he'd understand me

Either you got the beef or you're just a mic tease

So he sips his cup, recommends run and hide

He took me on a voyage like a lyrical ride

He said: "Kid, you ain't got nothing and let me tell you something

I'll keep you rhyming all night and keep you up till the morning"

What?

What you got to say?

Come on

Down

So I cut him right off when he stopped to take a breath

Kid the bottle of Baisley seen nothing yet

I'm with the boys HG yo, I'm also known as Shootie

And I appetize phat rhymes and get a little loony

So he takes a new stance and turns his hat back

He slammed my fucking rhymes with a baseball bat

I thought this kid was fronting, but he really taught me something

So I rolled up a spliff, we went out philly blunting

Oh, you got the fly routine

We got the fly routine

You wanna fly routine?

Oh, you got the fly routine

We got the fly routine

You wanna fly routine? Yeah

What?

What you got to fucking say? (Fuckin' come down here)

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