Bo Jackson - Fashawn, Exile

Yo Santiago!

What?

What’s up?

What’s up, Nothin' much

Chillin' in the cut

A bottle of Mickey’s and a dutch

How you feelin' Ex?

I’m chillin, high ceiling on the walls

Got a feelin, all of y’all

Feelin' us like feelin' balls

Pause!

Like cat feet, we smoke mad weed

Hashish, same outfit since last week

Trash beats, slang

Like hit chicks in back seats

Good looks and ask me Fas

You’re my dog, like Lassie

Light an incense

My million dollar windpipe expensive

I rip mics intensive

The nigga they like to mention

Alias ‘Fashawn', government is confidential

I’m type essential

Be upon my mental, strike the pencil

And in the notebook, there go a hundred jabs

No hook — Don’t need a punchline

I kick the shit to make you unwind

One rhyme will stimulate your mental state for certain

Ain’t even heard the second verse yet — shattered your work and…

I be lurkin' after dark with a pen that transcend

From the pad to your pad

Where you live, Graffiti mind

Rhyme great, to MPC, this dude MC

Get blindfold

Walk off the plank, the water’s empty

Simply, Fash bring the the floods and the flash

Like Hurricane Katrina when I grab a pen and pad

Hit the lab like a lick of difference, I don’t need a mask

I’m far from a pretender, on my grizzly

Need a millie in in the stash

See I’m the illest, feeling to high to the ceiling there

Maybe move this album from a thousand to a million

Coming from the Section Eight to Ten dealers there

Big titty feelers there, who want to eat some chips

I work potato chips, and then they suck a dick

But I choose to hit the skins, ‘cause the skins be hella thick

I be wasted on the block, peace to Coss

I’m faded coast to coast

I missed a sister hit her in the coochie

With the booty — no!

Kicks in the fetus

If you step on my Adidas

We gon' probably have to fight

Lucky I ain’t wear my Nikes

Coming from the far left

Can’t believe yall slept, over nearly everyone

Ask KRS: Knowledge, Respect, Survival

You already know the motto

You niggas couldn’t see me underwater wearing goggles

I squabble like a UFC, you blind to it

Hit you with a left, no hook, your eyes fluid

Black eyed, y’all knew it

Nike grabbed the mic, Fash and just do it!

Nah you just do it

No Fash you just do it

Yo Ex, just do it

: OK, grabbed the microphone and just threw it

And I caught it

Critics say he’s psychotic

Split personality, Shawn and Santiago

Raw so take caution at large

Make sure the doors shut and locked

Tonight, I’m turning rappers into martyrs

So Ex, just do it

Nah Fash, you just do it

Nah, you just do it

Nah, you just do it

Ayo, Ex — just do it

Nah Fash, you just do it

Ayo Brav — just do it

Ayo, Coss — just do it

U-N-I — just do it

Hey Blame — just do it

Ayo, Ev just do it

Aloe — just do it

Yo Heck — just do it

Yo Blu — just do it

Do it, do it, do it

Duet — this is the duet!