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 Rate Situation
Artist : Playa fly
Song : Situation
chorus:
Situation lookin' critical, everybody lookin
pittiful,
it ain't what you say or when you dissin, it's
the principle,
some people say I'm crazy, I ain't crazy, I'm
just ignant,
and I don't get the props that I deserve because
I'm local.
Verse 1:
No mo procrastination, this time I rock the
nation,
from bustaz depression, to fli-zy inflation,
so peep the situation, its havoc corruption,
you bustaz should have straightened up, before
self-destruction,
these lesson that Im learnin, dont keep my body
from burnin,
it aint bout Fly pri-zops or bout finacial
earnins,
this love up in my hez-art gonna shine bright
like a sti-zar,
and just because Im local, dont mean I cant go
fi-zar,
and this is on the bi-zar, put ignorant wit
ramus,
this left Fly to the t and Ill be damned if I
aint famous,
grandma may think Ill ludicrous she say Im full
of foolishness,
Im lazy, and crazy but wont lose points of
coolness,
mo macho than savage and livin so lavish,
the cream of the cri-zop this rap game Fly grabs
it,
comin so tragic, take measures that drastic,
to victor each battle, until I reach my casket.
(CHOURUS)
Verse 2:
I went from little boy crawlin straight to big
boy ballin,
and coach another hustla as seem this was my
callin,
you lookin full of pitty, and hurtin like this
city,
no jackball is stallin, Fly get to the
nity-grity,
while you just sit and wonder, Fly take this
nation under,
with Mafia Many Mi-zade, with much time to
punder,
with skills of a hunter, and flawless like
nazerin,
not flogg-o like tardo, cause Flizy just aint
havin it,
we need some reconstruction, foundations full of
lovin
from fathers and granmas to aunties and cousins,
and still lil IBN thuggin and drugin aint gonna
help this,
my private invitation, to take my mind from
conflict,
Im fruitful like sunkist, dismiss you like a
schoolhouse,
no treason is needed, before we take you izout,
this here without a di-zout, I pity the
situation,
condition is critical, you headed for damnation.
(CHOURUS)
My life was kinda heckted, nobody would respect
me,
Flys pockets had an echo, lil vadaz always check
me,
my kinfolks movin getty, and boomin out the
chevy,
the young is where we hi-zung, they felt Fly
wasnt ready,
but hagnin down in sodas, so quick my mind grew
older,
I started pushin products, stayed higher than the
rollers,
with much love for dojah, witch took all my
profits
from ass in to ass out, yo ass off I knocked it,
I dodged all the floggers, and stayed bout my
dollars,
this mobbin aint starvin but damn sure want to
holler,
Fly bizness Im gonna handle, and wear you like
sandle,
and buck like alexander, and light you like a
candle,
I spread my p like wildflower, and try to tear yo
soul up,
like 16 century holdup, before Fly make you fold
up,
Fly got me pimpin sold up, but bustaz dont accept
it,
you need to drop my pri-zops, you locol jokaz
critics.
(CHORUS)
Too many double faces, in unexpected places,
who ran they mouth to mi-zuch, prepare for body
braces,
with noone here to save ya, except the one who
made ya,
you wit then dont test us, I say you rather prey
bra,
you must know no betta, you playa hate so cleva,
you lemons reach my level not ni-zow not neva,
I wrote lil Fly a letter, and read it to his
fizace,
and let that Many Mizade, you local vocal
nutcase,
complete this intergration, and max irratication,
of those who try to block me, from Fli-zy
destinaion,
a modern day plantation, is where them crackers
trapped us,
them bustaz took our culture, them bloody Dego
bastards,
but Flizy in rebelous, with rightoeusness to tell
ya,
you take this lit and run wit it, or sit and be a
failier,
and Fly refuse to answer, to iligetiment
bastards,
them G.O.D and Flizy, gonna bring natural
disaster.
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