FLUENT - Guarantee lyrics

rate me

You get tried like a 30-day no gun clap money back sale of fees

I pay no interest on you weak MCs

So please choose wisely in the words you write for fame

Because I lack a wide frame but throw a change up like Sugar Shane

Remain I am my own Lord and master

Conjunction junction I function and rupture

Then suddenly pressure point on joint puncture

Then lunge ya 8 feet under

And the extra two feet is for my two feet

Stompin you down into the ground when you wasn't complete

Compete?

I can smell your retreat through the grapevine

Stinkin up the rhyme line on Friday Night Primetime

My mind is all mine

You cannot isolate

When surrounded by emcees they all hyperventilate

In their failed attempts to penetrate my music shakes and devastates

Oceans from lakes

I never fall short of great

Fire can incinerate

Ice can freeze

My rhymes are the only guarantee that you can get for free

And all you have to do is buy a cheap CD and hear me

Clearheaded like I don't smoke weed

[Hook: x2]

The only guarantee you get for free is me

So please don't download this CD is ain't no weak LP

So if you wanna bang out on some MP3's

You can get banged out like bumbaclots down on they knees

Promotional marketing doesn't mean ya sparkin things

Like words or ideas from a listener economy

Mahogany monogamy

The only thing stopping me

From the responsibilities that come with fathering

Fondly check monopolies inside out pockets anonymous

Empty‘em out before the drama hits

My notebooks a militia

Non-fictional depictions

A description of missions

Malicious convictions

I retract statements that are offensive

Like you contract gonorrhea in your home girl's basement

Face it I can play you adjacent to the pavement

Like a knot my hand rollin' eleven 7's in amazement

Rebel devils bevel the fertile settlements

Enemy spies trade ties just to get a hint

But in the end is it all relative or irrelevant

You will never know until you embrace all elements

[Hook x2]

In an inscent filled room I gloom past horror stories

Fast in my worries

To a biased jury

Never carry the fury of the ancients

Premordal devastation premature evacuation

Askin the wise men who told in disguise

Underneath the shroud of despise and violence

My eyelids cry for the pain of the witnesses

Who fell victim to the hideousness of their own testament

Eclectic is as eclectic does

Heretics say what and get batted back down to they rug

Some shrug or hold a grudge

I never knew much but I grew up

And learned about a loyal man's trust

I wooed and crushed to earn a shorty's love

But once I got it it rotted

Yo got it all knotted up

Fuck that shit so what never really gave a fuck

Still not givin all I got but always comin' up

Always never givin a fuck

Always comin up

[Hook x2]

That's all she wrote