EXTENDED F@MM - How You Doin? lyrics

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[Chorus]

We don't say "Hi" & We don't say "hello"

The only thing we say after wrecking your show is

How U Doin?

[V1A: PackFM]

It's outrageous, The way I stay rippin up these stages

I spit shit so sick, you wish it was contageous

Spread like The Plague is with vibes like silent pagers

Niggaz kickin fake shit, blame it on the matrix

You're so wack that you'll leave a theif screamin "I cant take this!"

I get Biz like Mark, I'm catchin weck, you're catchin vapors

All you're perpetratin' is pure cetification

That you wouldnt be as dope as me if you did ya best impersonation

I still cant stand you, rhyme parapallegic

Niggaz thinkin I'm ill, 'cause their raps are makin me sick

So what you want from me?, Evacuate my company

You could swallow my sperm, and wouldnt be spittin as nuts as me

[V1B: TONEDEFF]

I'm cussin when I'm bustin frees, I'd love to see you fuck with T

If I crush your team with cuts that means, I clutched you in my custody

I touch a beat reluctantly, cause of what it does to me

There's something freakish up, it seems, I suddenly can jump the trees

The function is perfunctory, with stunning ease I lunge for Greece

And only cease, because, you see...I stumped my feet on Tuscany

My running cleets were scuffed to pieces. MC's are cunts in heat

That scrub and clean for nothing, B - Their mugs are freakin' ugly

They're clumsy in their drudgery. Shit...my tongue is tweaked abundantly

My luxury money's eaten by monthly fees

In summary, I stunningly can stomach these abundantly unfunny geeks

These scummy freaks are somewhat neat to hunt for weeks

I strut the streets comfortably, cause punks duck in retreat

I'm the one that makes you shun beliefs, like nuns & priests with cummy sheets

I've brung complete sums of treats. You're buggin how I strung this feat

The sublety is null indeed, so don't confront us when we meet!

[Chorus]

[V2: MECCA]

I will go all out, to humiliate you

Burn through any squad that affiliates you

That'll give the kids on the corner something to chat about

Give all these mad rappers something to be mad about

I'm made for this, like guns was made to buck

Got entertainers pissed, cause I break their legs for luck

Stuck watching this son of southside who accomplished this

Blocking this? Tell me how you plan to stop apocalypse

That's claiming to be all the flame & the heat

And how we, reign in the street and put your name if defeat

Have a seat...don't ever come through acting loud

Cause I will leave you slumped on that block you're so proud of

You bow, cause I always impress, always amaze

Straight arsonist...constantly coming with blaze

In another minute, you g'on wanna chase me

Cause your vibe just can't replace me, flow just can't erase me

I remain rhymer-proof, time constructed

Forgive them father...they know not who they fuck with

Cause as an MC, I stay baptized to bang

While you could be crucified and still couldn't hang

Whoever think they got something for it, get up on it

I'll teach you and your crew what it means not to want it

I don't air out tracks...I ventilate, rhymes penetrate

Crews disintergrate... it's mecca's way or the interstate

[Chorus]