My Style Is Fly

[Verse 1: Jazzlib] Yo Hello, how do you do From me to you Coming with the funky, fresh, and brand new True to the game I include my name To the top five I'm live and worldwide Step to the side while I ride the bass drum Cocaine flow that get your whole face numb You wanna taste some When I come back from Paris I be chilling in the place I'm from (Where's that) West side, niggas ride, niggas die Not a lot of room for suckas The motherfucking home of the OG Gangster capital First niggas rapping 'bout fuck the police But where the wine though, I used to be a wino I used to be signed to Deelycious vinyl I read my own contract Don't need no attorney So all that bullshit don't concern me [Hook: Jazzlib] Can't no body do it better than me See I be the one called F-A-T To the L-I-P My style is fly Ain't a reason to ask why (x2) [Verse 2: Fatlip] Yo I'm amped The champ's up Thought I got knocked down in the last round Heavy weight title (?) when you hear this year's idol You'll be suicidal Kill it softly with a flow that's off the chain You thought I fell off but I still remain Hold my own, choose not to build with the cornerstone You mind's weak like the member of a cult And as a result You insult the intelligence of an adult With your bitch made, bubble gum, 5th grade Lyrics that couldn't cut it with a switchblade [Outro: Fatlip] Yah So you know I came all the way out here from L.A. man Chilling with my peoples man The Jazz Liberators man Fatlip Hell of a collaboration you know Yeah Once again Its your boy Fatlip With the Jazz Liberators Liberating the world of music With the jazz That hip-hop yall Yeah