Artist: Fluent Album: Underground Famous Song: Guarantee Typed by: jhyfler@comcast.net You get tried like a 30-day no gun clap money back sale of fees I pay no interest on you weak MCs So please choose wisely in the words you write for fame Because I lack a wide frame but throw a change up like Sugar Shane Remain I am my own Lord and master Conjunction junction I function and rupture Then suddenly pressure point on joint puncture Then lunge ya 8 feet under And the extra two feet is for my two feet Stompin you down into the ground when you wasn't complete Compete? I can smell your retreat through the grapevine Stinkin up the rhyme line on Friday Night Primetime My mind is all mine You cannot isolate When surrounded by emcees they all hyperventilate In their failed attempts to penetrate my music shakes and devastates Oceans from lakes I never fall short of great Fire can incinerate Ice can freeze My rhymes are the only guarantee that you can get for free And all you have to do is buy a cheap CD and hear me Clearheaded like I don't smoke weed (Hook – 2X) The only guarantee you get for free is me So please don't download this CD is ain't no weak LP So if you wanna bang out on some MP3's You can get banged out like bumbaclots down on they knees Promotional marketing doesn't mean ya sparkin things Like words or ideas from a listener economy Mahogany monogamy The only thing stopping me From the responsibilities that come with fathering Fondly check monopolies inside out pockets anonymous Empty‘em out before the drama hits My notebooks a militia Non-fictional depictions A description of missions Malicious convictions I retract statements that are offensive Like you contract gonorrhea in your home girl's basement Face it I can play you adjacent to the pavement Like a knot my hand rollin' eleven 7's in amazement Rebel devils bevel the fertile settlements Enemy spies trade ties just to get a hint But in the end is it all relative or irrelevant You will never know until you embrace all elements (Hook – 2X) In an inscent filled room I gloom past horror stories Fast in my worries To a biased jury Never carry the fury of the ancients Premordal devastation premature evacuation Askin the wise men who told in disguise Underneath the shroud of despise and violence My eyelids cry for the pain of the witnesses Who fell victim to the hideousness of their own testament Eclectic is as eclectic does Heretics say what and get batted back down to they rug Some shrug or hold a grudge I never knew much but I grew up And learned about a loyal man's trust I wooed and crushed to earn a shorty's love But once I got it it rotted Yo got it all knotted up Fuck that shit so what never really gave a fuck Still not givin all I got but always comin' up Always never givin a fuck Always comin up (Hook – 2X) That's all she wrote