F.U.B.B.

There were times in my life only the beat could comfort me
I meditate and wait for the lyrics to come to me
like 1, 2, 3…I start writing
in a world of clenched fists, the poet with his pen fighting, reciting
raps from the depth of his soul
through a hole in his flesh, he spits the vocals
dice rolls, switching flow from ordinary to bold
like the difference in lustre from bronze to gold
cuz what’s sold and on the radio, not biting of those
with a pen in my hand, I be fighting my foes
sprouting life from a desolate landscape
God transforms a small part of himself into a man’s shape
and manifests in the rhythm
saying “FÜBB, hit ‘em!”
shift their minds to an alternate position
so the rhymes get written,
subsequently I’m spittin’
to the beat,
vocals fittin’ with heat to bend iron wills into submission

Chorus:
Let me tell you about the self you can’t see
let me tell you why this emcee’s F-U-B-B
Foundations of Understanding Based on Benevolence
a lot of kats be talking shit but lacking any relevance
Let me tell you about the self you can’t see
let me tell you why this emcee’s F-U-B-B
Foundations of Understanding Based on Benevolence
show me reverence, I’m taking rap back to its elements

The rhetoric’s pathetic
I’m real, never synthetic
I’ma spit the truth just one time, so don't forget it
through struggles, I came from days of spitting with a muzzle
no words could escape from society’s bubble
fuck the trouble it brings, I got songs, not to sing
but to rap, I rep the mic. not the “bling-bling”
or the claps of guns, people fucking with the funds
tryna make a living? hell nah, yo, they tryna run
this whole rap game and dominate the industry
they look like grown men but their minds are in their infancy
and literally lyrics are stretched like ductility
in the heart of the facility, they have no stability
mental infertility, they can’t see my ability
I would try to reason but they have no civility
so I’m left with this responsibility:
I got a destiny to fill ‘cause it won’t be fulfilling me

Chorus:
Let me tell you about the self you can’t see
let me tell you why this emcee’s F-U-B-B
Foundations of Understanding Based on Benevolence
a lot of kats be talking shit but lacking any relevance
Let me tell you about the self you can’t see
let me tell you why this emcee’s F-U-B-B
Foundations of Understanding Based on Benevolence
show me reverence, I’m taking rap back to its elements

Check the way I put it up when I come up to set it up
make them look impotent like men who can’t get it up
got a federation, you best believe I’m setting up
rap: my occupation, I’m sure the fuck not letting up
the mic. is like an empty bottle, with my spit I’m filling it
not at all sadistic yo, but on the mic I’m killing it
people sit in shadows or they dwelling in the dust
when everybody cowers, tell me, who can you trust?
so I get up and I bust, pick up the mic. and thrust it
to the air, ‘cause I care, phony emcees should beware
got the skill to make the competition stop and stare
elevating mental stairs, getting grizzly like a bear
this is my dream, I’d be damned not to follow it
my rhyme is revolution in a pill, can you swallow it?
it’s not about the killing or the dawn of the apocalypse
the message that I’m sending you is that you won’t be stopping this!

Chorus:
Let me tell you about the self you can’t see
let me tell you why this emcee’s F-U-B-B
Foundations of Understanding Based on Benevolence
a lot of kats be talking shit but lacking any relevance
Let me tell you about the self you can’t see
let me tell you why this emcee’s F-U-B-B
Foundations of Understanding Based on Benevolence
show me reverence, I’m taking rap back to its elements