F**k Them (feat. $2tone$) - NittyGritty

This the fuckin' intro I put on for my kinfolk Gunner send me beats I touch 'em down in the endzone I been smokin' indo I hop up off the damn boat Came up out the water lookin gnarly like I'm Rambo 8 oh fuckin' 8's I told that bitch to fuckin' wait Let me finish up my plate My watch say blunt ask what it say Young little nasty nigga Fuck in her butt no backseat nigga You put on a front But it's backstreet nigga And you boys so small you be out the picture I don't never fall this a track meet nigga I do not recall when you passed me nigga So why you tryna flex Puffin' out ya chest If I see you on the set I'm a empty this tech I be in the paint all about my check 30 karat choker go around my neck You thought she wet But that was your sweat She text me like bet I pull up and hit yeah I'm living life so demonous I'm mean with this I am not a human being this So think and sit How the fuck I make Sphincter rip I'm fuckin' all you assholes with my motherfuckin' nina clip Tav Tre jet to the sack Gang Gang Set to the Match You plain Jane Excellent raps my main thing Need medicine man my brain strange Change lanes Step on the gas and maintain Mention me man you laying slain Brain hang Red strings No doors locked no hope lost My toes upon my soap box Flow colder than the coat off My bros gon' fuck her throat off I'm lookin like the pope god I'm smellin' like I smoke damn Bitch get with the program You got beef we go ham I don't scheme got no plans You a fe I know ay Hide and seek I locate We riding through the pro-j's And they know me I'm okay That thing on me like OJ We all icy no O'shea Trigger in mouth like throat spray I only like that old face I'm talkin bout that green face Don't fight with me at cheesecake We fresher than Febreeze ay I'm standing on my feet wow That coin on me like meowth I'm in the air with wings out I feel like burr bling blaow

One, two, three, woah Ahh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yo-yo I told them (yeah-yeah, yeah-yo-yo) I told them (yo-yo, yeah-yeah, yeah-yo-yo) Mmm-mm (yo-yo, yeah-yeah, yeah-yo-yo) I told them, whoa (ahh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yo-yo) I told them I'm a genius, I had to show them what the meaning is Hundred thousand hands, where the ceiling is? I told them I'm the highest, with the drip, I'm the flyest Hundred thousand hands, where the sky is? Told 'em I'm amazing, they told me I was crazy Nothing ever changed I told 'em I'm a giant, real African giant Self-confident, self-reliant Told 'em I'm the master, they told me I wouldn't prosper I tell them say "them be bastard" Tell them dem they joke oh Say make I stop smoking oh Abi dem wan jonze oh Me, I dey feel pain, but I move forward and I switch lanes Because Odogwu no be nickname They say, "who be this pesin?", I told them "I'm Big 7" Put am for your body in a split second Put me on your song, it's a hit record If I put you on, you a rich nigga Yes, I told them, I told them I'm a born winner I stay humble, because I'm a born sinner I told them that I was the realest For some reason, they didn't believe it, so here we are (Ooh, ah-ahh), I told them from the start (Ooh, ah-ahh), right from the very start (Ooh, ah-ahh), I told them, I told them, ah-ah I told them they were gonna see this For some reason, they didn't believe it, so here we are (Ooh, ah-ahh), I told them from the start (Ooh, ah-ahh), right from the very start (Ooh, ah-ahh), I told them, I told them, ah-ah I told them they were gonna see this For some reason, they didn't believe it, so here we are (Believe, believe) Which one of you is the abbot? I wanna join the Temple We shine like that travels and waves that are unbelievable Distance and days Radio, micro, infrared and ultraviolet Picture so beautiful, I had to film the pilot Coined a new grand of philosophy That form images in your mind, quite different from photography Anointed few, a point of view of the thinkers No pitch, that's a glitch full of hook lines, and sinkers The way the wise look at light, the manner of the thoughtful There is no benefit if it's not resourceful Four to five, the observers, they get something from it It become routine, been there and done it I'm in a place where perception is developed If you can't walk on these shoes, then your feet would swell up A medium by which thoughts are made clear Beneath the surface, but only hurtin' the inner ear