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Everybody Knows
FuntCase
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Come we hit oof
It's a wipeout flex when FB's and OGz link in the booth
Jump on a one hype octane banger
That'll split your wig top and lift off the roof
When we break bread we don't meal with goons
Made of luck we don't deal in loons
I got no time for jokers or spoons
They get duppied on track 'til they're ghost
Boof, business on lock
Fuck a nine bar, sixteens I ship lots
Getting on cause I ripped a grip for six spots
But the rhyme won't slow even if the shit pops
Funcase got the snares on bang
Cutting through something like a scalpel
Up in the mix, the hits drop like blam
Melt your face off, you get hit with the shrapnel
I ain't ever been the type to hold out
More time I'm the one that goes in
So I don't see why this time's different
Pass the ting and let the man go in
Pass the mic and let me go for the gold
My shit's sold like more than a million
But still man are out here hustling
Begging fam tryna get that billion
And I've got my eye on the prize
This year fam man are doubling our six
What you thought we got here overnight cuz?
I've been doing this pre '96
Beggars of the hatchets, way back
That was payback, what you thought I'd
You must be stalking that wasteman ting
I'mma dead that quick
Everybody knows we're OGz
Everybody knows we're FB
DJ gimme FB and OGz
Out here we're tryna chop it up please
Everybody knows we're OGz
Everybody knows we're FB
DJ gimme FB and OGz
Everybody knows we're OGz
Everybody knows we're FB
DJ gimme FB and OGz
Out here we're tryna chop it up please
Everybody knows we're OGz
Everybody knows we're FB
Cause on top of that we're OGz
I ain't a hero, but I'm a man made of steel, iron
Hands in my pockets, cash still flying
They say my fanbase are full of mathematicians
Cause everyday they keep multiplying
I hear us in their direction, they're flying
It's funny how we duck sound when we drive by 'em
Talk is cheap but we still ain't buying
Cause you're only an animal when you're lying
Get it? Worldwide me and Blacks
Smash tracks, got the girls going sick in jeggings
Done a new tune with Foreign Beggars and Funcase
And now we've got the foreigners begging
Live beats get deaded
Crushed under the pressure, I'm applying
Now we've got these rugby players
Wondering how the hell do we keep scoring without trying
I go stupid, I go Stevie
Runaway flow so man can't see me
Can't be arsed when they're trying to be greazy
Slam and stain 'em right off the mic
All them screaming "Blacks is back!"
Thought you said I'm not? Thought it was that?
Tell you the truth cuz I thought that was wack
Next year's tour that's twenty on the rack
I'm going ham while them man are hating
Too bad have failed him
Heard your new one, you're going sick
Nodding that way, oi fam you're a prick
Baiting guys tryna say man's fit
Three bags down on every stick
Air that out on a big one
Oi Funcase, this is a sick one
Everybody knows we're OGz
Everybody knows we're FB
DJ gimme FB and OGz
Out here we're tryna chop it up please
Everybody knows we're OGz
Everybody knows we're FB
DJ gimme FB and OGz
Everybody knows we're OGz
Everybody knows we're FB
DJ gimme FB and OGz
Out here we're tryna chop it up please
Everybody knows we're OGz
Everybody knows we're FB
Cause on top of that we're OGz