CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Haagen-Daz

I write the facts, not fiction
AOF diction
Sickening, lyrics dipped in sauce
Tossed to chips, and
All bets off, bust off, crew's just easing
Your plans can't win
Styles raw like lamb skin
And in, wars, battles, tours whatever
Travels unravel my format, is the clever
If you ever heard, only serve
Those who got the nerve
To call themselves a b boy
Yo check the swerve
We on alert, red
Always hurt the next head if they styles dead
Send them back to class, for flow ed
Like double deck, tape decks, I record
And play a n***a quick
Pick another like a corner back stick
And leave streets for the masses
And timbre classes
For the slow kids, I recommend the daily dosage
Of the T plus T
AOF, ingredients, precise ice
Like a typhoon, slice and dice
Kayate, who runs this rap game
True to life, true school
Ill styles for wild fools, with these tools
We bless, address, blunts on my chest
Worldwide, AOF in the boulevard connect