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B.F.I.
by Tommy Mantra
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Good evening everyone
May I present to you our final act of the night
Mr. Tommy Mantra
By now, everybody seein' that I'm doin' well
Said my farewells to hell's shop
Brain shell-shocked, pain blocked when I stopped chasin' tail
Only mental games now are inside of myself
Question my level when the records won't sell
Won't drop my pen like they think I will
Watch the ink dry, spilt from this beast I killed
I seek high thrills, keep a keen eye peeled, oh God
Closest ones to me pryin' tooth and nail
Tune 'em out, rid of the infection like a root canal
Knew the route, way before the peasant held the Holy Crown
Golden child, resurrectin' sounds from the underground, uh
Devil hunt me down like a Basset Hound
Casanova, ask around, he got the hottest raps in town
From Dub C expandin' all across the atlas now
My light beam's sharp enough to split the Saturn clouds
(Wooh)
You are it seems a man of many skills
A rare combination
Are you ready for it?
This is a matter of life or death
(Uh-huh)
(Uh-huh)
Today it was like, uh, an explosion
We are go, for lift off
By now, Casanova colder than the Kuiper Belt
You know the tale, the kid spittin' rhymes just to prove himself
(Yes, yes)
At 16 years old I felt overwhelmed
Swayed by career advice before I got to grow my skills
(Da-da-damn)
At age 23 I went broke from smokin' L's
Lost all my focus, fell off track like a broken rail
(And now)
I'm 28 with big plans to reach a global scale
(Uh, you should really reconsider)
Go fuck yourself!
That's just how I'm feelin', it's as simple as that
I'm doin one-hand wheelies, how I skid on the track
(Skirr)
I am a one-man military invadin' the map
You better run fast Achilles cause you under attack
(Shit)
I'm like click-clack, a-rat-a-tat-tat
I got a one-way ticket and I ain't lookin back
I never pump breaks, driven til I make it a fact
Mantra the one they missin', tell 'em
"Brace For Impact!"
(Pow!)
Latest word, also, from National Press Services in Washington, D.C.
Have you reached a verdict?
Oh, let's see if we got the facts straight
Forget facts, forget logic, forget everything that seems real
And just, believe
Good evening everyone
May I present to you our final act of the night
Mr. Tommy Mantra
By now, everybody seein' that I'm doin' well
Said my farewells to hell's shop
Brain shell-shocked, pain blocked when I stopped chasin' tail
Only mental games now are inside of myself
Question my level when the records won't sell
Won't drop my pen like they think I will
Watch the ink dry, spilt from this beast I killed
I seek high thrills, keep a keen eye peeled, oh God
Closest ones to me pryin' tooth and nail
Tune 'em out, rid of the infection like a root canal
Knew the route, way before the peasant held the Holy Crown
Golden child, resurrectin' sounds from the underground, uh
Devil hunt me down like a Basset Hound
Casanova, ask around, he got the hottest raps in town
From Dub C expandin' all across the atlas now
My light beam's sharp enough to split the Saturn clouds
(Wooh)
You are it seems a man of many skills
A rare combination
Are you ready for it?
This is a matter of life or death
(Uh-huh)
(Uh-huh)
Today it was like, uh, an explosion
We are go, for lift off
By now, Casanova colder than the Kuiper Belt
You know the tale, the kid spittin' rhymes just to prove himself
(Yes, yes)
At 16 years old I felt overwhelmed
Swayed by career advice before I got to grow my skills
(Da-da-damn)
At age 23 I went broke from smokin' L's
Lost all my focus, fell off track like a broken rail
(And now)
I'm 28 with big plans to reach a global scale
(Uh, you should really reconsider)
Go fuck yourself!
That's just how I'm feelin', it's as simple as that
I'm doin one-hand wheelies, how I skid on the track
(Skirr)
I am a one-man military invadin' the map
You better run fast Achilles cause you under attack
(Shit)
I'm like click-clack, a-rat-a-tat-tat
I got a one-way ticket and I ain't lookin back
I never pump breaks, driven til I make it a fact
Mantra the one they missin', tell 'em
"Brace For Impact!"
(Pow!)
Latest word, also, from National Press Services in Washington, D.C.
Have you reached a verdict?
Oh, let's see if we got the facts straight
Forget facts, forget logic, forget everything that seems real
And just, believe
