L.F.O.D.
Make this brief- I am great
Least that's what my pen states
But I ain't fucking with kids
Allow me to demonstrate
First I hit 'em with a Stone Cold lyric
Bet they curl up 'round the time they hear it
Hit with a stunner and the crowd's all cheering
3:16 'bout time you beer him
That's when I spear 'em in the head on some other shit
Yeah flags fly, but the cameras are loving it
Uncle Sam, man I'm bigger than the government
Wall St, Main St, Democrat, Republican
Lot of dumb shit done just for the fuck of it
Buck got passed- guess who got stuck with it?
Moment of silence for the ones left behind us
Who continually inspire us to keep on struggling
Yup, that's what I'm talking 'bout
Head up, even though your stock is down
Yup, that's what I'm talking 'bout
Head up- I think we're going down
Back to the bottom where the bass is bumping
No one really knows... I guess he's saying something
Sounds so smooth can't help being sucked in
Rally round the man when you see him at a function
Left Right Left Right Left Right Left
Only thing certain is your marching to your death
One day at a time, so I'll pray in these rhymes for the changing of signs
'Til the future is mine
L
O
This right here ain't really my style
But you know I rip it every once in a while
Turn up my mic and I do it with a smile
Gotta give my best for every man, woman, and child
You know the future's for our children
And it'll be a better one for them, Lord willing
Now, back to the fact that the spot where I'm at on the map
Is a place that's lacking attention
Least when it comes to this hip hop shit
But there's a couple other things I could probably mention
Sports teams are a source a negativity from the top spots that they're constantly clenching
Patriots, Bruins, Red Sox, and of course the motherfucking Celtics
Yup, New England's what I'm repping for
Granite State, it ain't no metaphor
Yup, so what you waiting for?
603- roll with me, lets kick this fucking door
Right off the hinges, get down to business
Grind from the bottom to the top of the hit list
Look back like oh, I did that?
Somebody better fix this
Right now I'm bout to twist this
Been a while since I ashed out a lit spliff
And my thoughts ain't the crispest
But I'm the first to admit this
While rapid-fire rhyming while I'm blitzin
Whoa
Least that's what my pen states
But I ain't fucking with kids
Allow me to demonstrate
First I hit 'em with a Stone Cold lyric
Bet they curl up 'round the time they hear it
Hit with a stunner and the crowd's all cheering
3:16 'bout time you beer him
That's when I spear 'em in the head on some other shit
Yeah flags fly, but the cameras are loving it
Uncle Sam, man I'm bigger than the government
Wall St, Main St, Democrat, Republican
Lot of dumb shit done just for the fuck of it
Buck got passed- guess who got stuck with it?
Moment of silence for the ones left behind us
Who continually inspire us to keep on struggling
Yup, that's what I'm talking 'bout
Head up, even though your stock is down
Yup, that's what I'm talking 'bout
Head up- I think we're going down
Back to the bottom where the bass is bumping
No one really knows... I guess he's saying something
Sounds so smooth can't help being sucked in
Rally round the man when you see him at a function
Left Right Left Right Left Right Left
Only thing certain is your marching to your death
One day at a time, so I'll pray in these rhymes for the changing of signs
'Til the future is mine
L
O
This right here ain't really my style
But you know I rip it every once in a while
Turn up my mic and I do it with a smile
Gotta give my best for every man, woman, and child
You know the future's for our children
And it'll be a better one for them, Lord willing
Now, back to the fact that the spot where I'm at on the map
Is a place that's lacking attention
Least when it comes to this hip hop shit
But there's a couple other things I could probably mention
Sports teams are a source a negativity from the top spots that they're constantly clenching
Patriots, Bruins, Red Sox, and of course the motherfucking Celtics
Yup, New England's what I'm repping for
Granite State, it ain't no metaphor
Yup, so what you waiting for?
603- roll with me, lets kick this fucking door
Right off the hinges, get down to business
Grind from the bottom to the top of the hit list
Look back like oh, I did that?
Somebody better fix this
Right now I'm bout to twist this
Been a while since I ashed out a lit spliff
And my thoughts ain't the crispest
But I'm the first to admit this
While rapid-fire rhyming while I'm blitzin
Whoa
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Writer(s): Martin Prospere, Uncle Sam, Matthew Kowalski
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