Nobody Beats The Biz Freestyle

[Intro] Can you feel it? Nothin' can save ya? It's just a little taste of the Chi-Town flava F-E-S-T (the star of the show) F-E-S-T (hard working) F-E-S-T (Mr. Dynamite) F-E-S-T (hard working) [Verse] Wait homeboy, hold on, how you gon' be gone? Pass your boy the macrophone and let me get it on Aww shucks, rap is all fucked, keep your jaw shut This ain't Cingular but, you find it hard to keep your bars up I lay you down nigga, taste that asphalt Be gone little peon, that's your ass fault Last year I got stopped at the airport But now I be gone so much they don't even check for my passport They be like, "Hi, Mr. Smith, can we get you a pillow?" Why yes cause Rhymefest is such a charming fellow I'm tall in the game, you niggas small like Willow Top back or roll down the window, let the wind blow Rhymefest and Mark Ronson synergy Add No I.D. and Christian's say it's a trinity Something like a trilogy Rhymefest energy Chi-Town, Jeffery Manor, that's where the killers be Why you lames wanna dance and shit talk I don't like to Lean Back and I can't Crip Walk But I show a nigga how to make that shit raw 5, 4, fuck it get ready for lift off