Fes Taylor - Future Flavors Promo Lyrics
[Hook 2X: Fes Taylor]It's Future Flavors onlineIt go mic check, 1718, now coming on time[Fes Taylor]Fes Taylor, the only one who staying holding it downWatch homey run, I'm airing a pound, they fearing my townStaten Island, we back, I put holes in your knee capBullet go right where the crease atThe streets where I feast at, shit and I sleep atIt's Wolf Pack, what up Dub, you know you can peace thatI spark blunts, with Emilio, I'm gangsta, really thoughI step inside the booth with a Philly rollThree way on the Nextel, Gil holla at DJ Excel, tell him the check's mailedI'm the best, well, guess you can testAnd just feel, MC's can't touch me like the third railWith show's with Tufflon, L.I.S., and S.I.C.Security, rock, this nigga right here popping shitListen son, this is Two 4 War, Park Hill DayLike Meth said "Put that nigga jaw to the floor"Profes, you know I'm guilty in the court of the lawWarriorz running streets from the south to the north shore[Chorus 2X: Fes Taylor]I'm the Future, you know I got Flavor, Shaolin, I'mma save yaIndependent, no favors for majorsI'm the Future, you know I got Flavor, and I won't disgrace yaAll you rappers, yeah, I'm here to replace ya
