Friday, November 1, 2024

Track selection by: Phenomenal P
Play Dirty Ft. Styles P & Busta Rhymes - Fizzyology (Termanology & Lil Fame)
Album: Fizzyology (2012)
Producer: DJ Premier

Verse 1 (Termanology)

It's the God I'm focused, I'm one of the hardest flowers
I open your heart with pokers and cover your car with roses
I'm one of the last poets, to science and math knowers
Combined with my clash flow, it's a crime that I'm passed over
I roll with the hardest soldiers, stay low when the Don approaches
I cover your heart and roast it and wait on your mama's sofa
I shoot up your daughter's stroller, I told you my heart is polar
Unload a barrage of coker and cover up the largest boulders
I'm from the law we known as the hood where they hardly sober
The holster to carry, the toaster is always on the shoulder
I'm out for the pot of gold, if you trip, leave body frozen
And I zip up you mighty goons, in the river your body goes
Don't make use the razor to show you my fruits of labor
Not even your crew could save you, you get in the booth I slay ya
Kicked out a housing, for flipping and wilding
It's the Puerto Rican kid with the guns that look Italian