franc friday – anthem lyrics
[intro]
[verse 1]
around the way, they call me a smooth talker
a track rocker
really, i’m fierce
a mean-walker
a head-knocker
pr-ne to setting things off proper
my name ain’t b.i.g
but they’re calling me “big poppa”!
i said before, i’m introducing that new flow
the crew know, i’m representing that new dough
the cash flow is planned
give me a hundred grand
flip it for millies in minutes, they need to understand!
i’ve seen the future, i’ve seen the globe
and it’s in my hands
this type of music, that’s activating adrenal glands!
ooh, they sweating
i’m thinking they might be peaking, man
give ’em a rush and i’m dipping out with the cash in hand
man, but really these w-ll–s
they gotta feel me when i rock the mic
i’m knocking ’em silly
yeah
somebody tell ’em i’m coming
i’m moving, i’m running
i’m stunning, going to hit ’em with something
real hard
watch as i turn up this real charm
when i hit ’em with these lyrics
i’m doing ’em real harm
in the zone
i’ll never leave this rap sh-t alone
and when i tell them that it’s on, then it’s on–what?!
[verse 2]
kicking flows, they the wickedest
trying to knock my hustle?
i find the concept ridiculous
see the floss game meticulous
this diva got demands
my life planned down to particulars
no parallels, i rise perpendicular
inclined to fly above these bullsh-t distributors
son, i’m out here working it
when it come to spitting bars, i’m in charge
i’m hurting sh-t
everything i bless platinumize
flame in the eyes
i’m out here trying to capitalize
a word to the wise
you never want to mess with these rhymes
i’m destined to climb
beat ’em out like every time
every rhyme i spit
i be k!lling this sh-t
as good as it gets
schooled ’em, now cl-ss is dismissed
cause, uh, it’s the e.m. to the t
with tea haze
we blaze, light ’em up
jubilee
[campaign interlude]
ayo
i said i’m hitting ’em with that new flow
so you know this dude goes
he’s splitting up wigs and afros
channeling thoughts to astral planes
he’s pr-ne to wreck brains
he’s blowing their minds like cocaine
again and again and it’s profane
they know the name
they seen him sipping on champagne
in the fast lane
it’s rad, man
the next thing
so come and join up with the campaign… what?
[verse 3]
check him out
he a down town citizen
always on the grind
he inclined to get it in
young cinnamon gentleman
got mad discipline
the dude run game like it was wimbledon
n-ggas sweet, i need insulin
i shake ’em up like ritalin
and really just can’t with these simpletons
see they’re faker than silicon
i steal the show and k!ll the game like carcinogens!
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