F.O.G

The sauce (That's holding up my spine) Gwhiz on the track Who's the boss now (blaaah) We are parts of the body And I'm the liver The quiver That's holding the lines That's holding my rhymes That's holding up my spine This track will make you shiver 'Cause it's cold So cold it's hot The word wack It's not The fear of God is in you I'm turning out this venue I turn it out like a trap house Trapped out Everywhere I go We maxed out Creditcards on the map Boom bap out Bap out I mean You gotta give me some credit Won't back down I'm back now The old town The fog's out Like It's the morning Open up shop They necks is turning Like an awning Critics is yawning But I can't crop it out The picture Cuz im the liver And im gone live The A To the B To the C To the D-liver Deliverance is what happens When I brush my teeth In the morning I filter out the bad And keeps whats good So you might see me chillin round Your neck of the woods We are parts of the body And I'm the liver The quiver That's holding the lines That's holding my rhymes That's holding up my spine This track'll make you shiver Cuz its cold So cold it's hot The word wack It's not The fear of god is in you I'm turning out this venue I turn it out like a trap house Trapped out Everywhere I go We maxed out Credit cards on the map Boom bap out Bap out You know what's sad? Some can't rep Without the disrespect of others I got nothing but respect For my sisters and brothers I do it And for the love of God It's like that log in your eye L-O-G It's very hard But don't cry Hush little baby Momma's gonna buy you A mockingbird A mockingjay Like the hungergames I'm singing you this llulaby You might as well tap out now Lord spare me Got my gold Somehow Chasing my dreams And acheiving my goals Oh wow! They coming for me Like the boogey man This that one That'll make you boogie man Groove down on the beat Like I'm A one man band Playing in the stands Sit down and take A seat I'm bringing the heat Like A fever Ain't no need for A heater We are parts of the body And I'm the liver! The quiver That's holding the lines That's holding my rhymes That's holding up my spine This track'll make you shiver 'Cause it's cold So cold it's hot The word wack It's not The fear of god is in you I'm turning out this venue I turn it out like a trap house Trapped out Every where I go We maxed out Credit cards on the map Boom bap out Bap out I'm thinking about my forefathers This rap is for poor fathers Like George Washington Carver The people that's been slaughtered I'm looking to the author Was gone do it but why bother You know what I'm still gone do it I'm bringing it to the altar When the fog comes You gone know This to the ones That gone go Wit me They love blow The roof off When the log comes You gone know This to the ones That gone flow That ride the wave No misbehavior Reppin' a king Reppin' the saviour Don't need the bling Don't need the paper We just need it like a alibi Baby listen to your lulluby The fog comes and honey so do I I go hard like a battle cry Living my life with No regrets They ask me why And I say We are parts of the body And I'm the liver The quiver That's holding the lines That's holding my rhymes That's holding up my spine This track'll make you shiver 'Cause it's cold So cold it's hot The word wack It's not The fear of god is in you I'm turning out this venue I turn it out like a trap house Trapped out Everywhere I go We maxed out Credit cards on the map Boom bap out Bap out