Artist: Fes Taylor
Album:  What I Got 2 Lose?
Song:   Sports Illustrated
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Fes Taylor]
Yo, the thrill of the sport, I'm ill on the court, nope
But I'm dope, when I'm feeling the thought, or wheeling the Porsche
I just bought, from the dealer to floss
Like my chains stay with the cross, I'm airing the torch, now
Who rhyme better, who shine better, pretty like a
Chrome nine beretta, I grind for cheddar
Every night five or better, I bet that, any rapper verse me
From the school of hard knocks, you from the nursery
So twiddily dee, twiddily dum
106 & Park when I drop, it'll be done
I'm bringing it back, way back, slinging them crack
Kill hooks like my homey L.I.S., singing the track
In fact, Wolf Pack, yeah we throwing up dubs
Throwing slugs, 'fore we throwing up gloves, nigga what?

[Chorus 2X: Fes Taylor]
It's Fes Taylor incorporated, I'm sport illustrated's
Greatest, it's Two 4 War Entertainment

[Fes Taylor]
If I ain't the best, then tell me who is, cuz
I bury the rest on the Ferry and slid
I'm the kid that you thought would die or go to jail
But the kid work hard for success, thought I would fail?
Now, I'm top, wanna see me fall, you can call Koch
I'm laid up, getting some brain while the ball drop
Happy New Year, I'm so happy to be here
It's brighter days, I can see clear
I'm the shadows with double barrels and bomb apparrel
Shot from the gun that travel, right through your bone marrow
Telephone home from the road, on other side of the globe
Wifey wired her dough
Everything good, damn it feel great to have
I was broke needing money and I hate to ask
Take some cash, that's what I plan to do
Make it better for my friends and my family too

[Chorus 4X]

[Fes Taylor]
Yo, the game is way different, gangsta stay silence
These lame dudes keep riffing
Competition ain't nothing to us, and to tell the truth
Ain't nobody fucking with us
Warriorz in full control, my heart full with soul
Still the soul cold, like the south pole
Listen, boy, I'm 26 years old, I ain't playing with you
Taking over, what I came here to do
Wolf Pack is the name of my crew, yeah, I throw up W's
But that don't mean I hang with the Wu
Nothing personal, cuz Deck my nigga, and Meth my nigga
But I don't really fuck with the rest of them niggas
Check it, I'mma do me, go ahead and do you
I can make a hit without Fantom or Boo Hoo
I could make a chick strip down out her poom pooms
Quicker than a thirsty nigga swallow a Yoo-Hoo

[Chorus 4X]