First Heat - Fatlip

Let the games begin, I came to win, reclaim my name again

With a lot of times its been, blame the Hen, for the frame of mind I’m in

«WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING, MAN?»

I can’t call it

I frolic in Hollywood like a alcoholic

Fallin' all over, bar brawlin'

I used to be ballin'

Now it’s all cigarette, no filter

Livin' at moms still cause I tricked a million

Should’ve been buildin'

Instead I spend bread on head from hoes

Hundred dollars a pop to shed they clothes

Back and forth to the spot to cop the O’s

Didn’t stop 'til I blood clot my nose

You know how it goes

I’m feeling mighty dozed

Think I’m not mistakin This take and

Rhyme is in the makin'

Now we will see who real and who fakin'

Y’all asleep, and I shall awaken

Ladies shakin', b-boy's breakin'

Radio station, heavy rotation

Got no time to keep wastin'

On drinkin', drugs and ho chasin'

Line for line, each rhyme sublime

Rep for the west end to test the time

In my prime, a legend in my own mind

On my grind, in front not behind

Fuck a bitch, let me find my niche

Then I can have all kind when I get rich

But for now my style is just filthy

Diggin' ditches underground is the foundation that built me

I’m deep rooted

Hip hop apostle out to get looted

Respect is saluted

In time I meant this perfected by students

Forget the rhetoric

A veteran in the game, remain a step ahead of it

Far from irrelevant

Hell-a-bent from cocaine, but brain remains intelligent

Think I’m not mistakin This take and

Rhyme is in the makin'

Now we will see who real and who fakin'

Y’all asleep, and I shall awaken

Ladies shakin', b-boy's breakin'

Radio station, heavy rotation

Got no time to keep wastin'

On drinkin', drugs and ho chasin'

Intergalactic with my tactic

All of a sudden hoes attracted, say «Oww»

Ya’ll faggots can’t fuck with Fatlip

The black thing from my jacket go «Blaow»

Flip flow, acrobatic backflip

I’m back at this so get to this now

Right now is show time, get dough time

Hit it one more time, then I’m out

Ya’ll on the wrong route

Tryin' to cross me, say I won’t go all out

Hit the ball like a bounce on some foul shit

Swear to God man, I can’t allow this

Time to get this bus-i-ness back in order

Cash get longer instead of shorter

Now it’s my turn to eat, release the heat

Mission complete, when I burn the street

Think I’m not mistakin This take and

Rhyme is in the makin'

Now we will see who real and who fakin'

Y’all asleep, and I shall awaken

Ladies shakin', b-boy's breakin'

Radio station, heavy rotation

Got no time to keep wastin'

On drinkin', drugs and ho chasin'