Testi musica canzoni

The F-L-Y guy

About to toss some action

Here I go again with a groove to move you

Somethin’ kinda smooth, you can bop your head to

Chill it, the feel, you can play it anytime

Its smooth, is the groove, play it back behind the rhyme

So please, put a freeze, on hooving and hollering

Fans deserve more, for their hip-hop dollar, man

And I’m just the rapper to deliver

The rapper that can give a

Funky rhyme, flowing like a river

Silky, silky, kind to the ear

Diction perfect, rhymes all clear

Tempo moderate, this ain’t no marathon

Step back, new jack’s, observe the paragon

Ha, who? what?, why?, when?

Don’t be looking around clown, that’s right, I’m back again

With the dopeness, you’re head is bopping isn’t it?

Yeah I thought so. Yo, I’m just kickin’ it.



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Just kickin’ it’ –Yeah, Yeah

I’m just kickin’ it



I really cannot kick it

Just kickin it

Jus watch me y’all; I’m jus kickin it – kickin it

Uh Just kickin it

Yeah, yo I’m just kickin’ it



Just kick, and just kick it

Just kickin it -Ooh

Prepare for a voyage, just close your eyes

Who ain’t ready, holler out I

Well ain’t nobody hollering, ‘cause all is perfect

The groove is a wave, and my rhyme’s a surfing

The track design

With a rhyme in mind

Bidi budup up up, the charges will climb

Every young rapper trying to get you to jump

But when you’re all done jumpin’, I’m a git you what you really want

Track by track displaying my ability

The man, FP, showing true dexterity

On the Mic, no rules are lawless

Wicked, and a kicker and my rhymes are flawless

So sit back, relax and allow me to rock ya

With a hit that you’re gonna get mentally locked to

A hip-hop solid and all flow, flower

I post up, together, better than Noah

A cut, to kick it too, kind to the ear drum

All true poetry, for me y’all be hearin’ some

So extra, extra, read all about it

I slam a the hell out of those that doubt it

I’m rippin’ every city I been in

Coast to coast, not to boast, but I’m winning

My fans are powerful, and that’s the way I’m living

All about effort y’all





Yo, I’m just kickin’ it

Uh Just kickin’ it

Yeah, yeah, I’m just kickin’ it



Just kickin’ it

Come on. Come on, I’m just kickin it



Just kickin’ it

Now, I’m just kickin it’



Just kickin’ it – Just kickin’ it

Let’s take a trip, mellow out while I’m rappin’

Ya mind is the boat, and my rhyme’s the captain

So hoist a sail, and its time to flow

To a place that other rappers don’t go

Welcome, welcome, into my territory

Everbody get on up, and get busy for me

Heads are boppin hard and fast

And now I’m getting’ sued ‘cause my groove caused whiplash

Everytime a rhymer tried to

Say something smooth, that’ll move inside you

The way that you should feel when you hear a real rap

Is trapped in the rhyme and your climbing to the climax

A lyrical painter, the fresh prince

And y’all a know of my Picasso essence

Musical passion, lovely isn’t?

But ain’t nothin’ to it

Yo, I’m just kickin it



Just kickin’ it- Just kickin’

Check me, check me, just kickin it



Just kickin’ it- Just kickin it

Like Pronto y’all, I’m just kickin’ it



Just kickin’ it

Uh, I’m just kickin’ it



Just kickin’ it

Yo, I’m out



Just kickin’ it

Just kickin’ it

Just kickin’ it

Just kickin’ it

Laa-aha

Just kickin’ it

He-he-he-ha

Just kickin’ it

Just kickin it

Just kickin it

Just kickin’ it