Bo Jackson

[Exile] Yo Santiago! [Fashawn] What? [Exile] What’s up? [Fashawn] What’s up, Nothin’ much Chillin’ in the cut A bottle of Mickey’s and a dutch How you feelin’ Ex? [Exile] I’m chillin, high ceiling on the walls Got a feelin, all of y’all Feelin’ us like feelin’ balls [Fashawn] Pause! Like cat feet, we smoke mad weed Hashish, same outfit since last week [Exile] Trash beats, slang Like hit chicks in back seats Good looks and ask me Fas You’re my dog, like Lassie [Fashawn] Light an incense My million dollar windpipe expensive I rip mics intensive The nigga they like to mention Alias ‘Fashawn’, government is confidential I’m type essential Be upon my mental, strike the pencil And in the notebook, there go a hundred jabs No hook - Don’t need a punchline I kick the shit to make you unwind One rhyme will stimulate your mental state for certain Ain’t even heard the second verse yet - shattered your work and... [Exile] I be lurkin’ after dark with a pen that transcend From the pad to your pad Where you live, Graffiti mind Rhyme great, to MPC, this dude MC Get blindfold Walk off the plank, the water’s empty [Fashawn] Simply, Fash bring the the floods and the flash Like Hurricane Katrina when I grab a pen and pad Hit the lab like a lick of difference, I don’t need a mask I’m far from a pretender, on my grizzly Need a millie in in the stash [Exile] See I’m the illest, feeling to high to the ceiling there Maybe move this album from a thousand to a million Coming from the Section Eight to Ten dealers there Big titty feelers there, who want to eat some chips I work potato chips, and then they suck a dick But I choose to hit the skins, ‘cause the skins be hella thick I be wasted on the block, peace to Coss I’m faded coast to coast I missed a sister hit her in the coochie With the booty - no! [Fashawn] Kicks in the fetus If you step on my Adidas We gon’ probably have to fight Lucky I ain’t wear my Nikes Coming from the far left Can’t believe yall slept, over nearly everyone Ask KRS: Knowledge, Respect, Survival You already know the motto You niggas couldn’t see me underwater wearing goggles [Exile] I squabble like a UFC, you blind to it Hit you with a left, no hook, your eyes fluid Black eyed, y’all knew it Nike grabbed the mic, Fash and just do it! [Fashawn] Nah you just do it [Exile] No Fash you just do it [Fashawn] Yo Ex, just do it [Exile]: OK, grabbed the microphone and just threw it [Fashawn] And I caught it Critics say he’s psychotic Split personality, Shawn and Santiago Raw so take caution at large Make sure the doors shut and locked Tonight, I’m turning rappers into martyrs So Ex, just do it [Outro] [Exile] Nah Fash, you just do it [Fashawn] Nah, you just do it [Exile] Nah, you just do it [Fashawn] Ayo, Ex - just do it [Exile] Nah Fash, you just do it [Fashawn] Ayo Brav - just do it [Exile] Ayo, Coss - just do it [Fashawn] U-N-I - just do it [Exile] Hey Blame - just do it [Fashawn] Ayo, Ev just do it [Exile] Aloe - just do it [Fashawn] Yo Heck - just do it [Exile] Yo Blu - just do it Do it, do it, do it Duet - this is the duet!