Too Phat Forgot My
Verse 1 ( Malique )
I got a show tonight gotta be there at 8
7.20 now Im gonna be there late
Jumped in the shower, usually take an hour
10 minutes 8 seconds grab the towel
Blue polo, match with a blue cap
Evisu, sketched with a cool tag
Funky fresh, Issey Miyake
Kicks crazy like Mr Miyagi
Kissed gin, jumped in the twin turbs
Wastegate shreak, now feel the wind burst
Grabbed the mic, did the first song
Lost focus like something was wrong
Last night endo, or coulda been the bimbo
We did pop tango in the morn we saw mangos
Yea crazy ish, amazing ish,
And now I should be blazing ish
But then I start to stuh stuh stutter
Far from buh buh butter
The crowd stopped cheering, they couldnt make up the
lyrics
Fact is, they couldnt hear it
Chorus
I forgot my lyrics 3x
Now tell me what the hell am I supposed to do now?
I forgot my lyrics 3x
Now should I leave this ish and kick a lil freestyle?
Verse 2 ( Malique )
No not yet, Joe got my ass backed
When something bout to come out my ass crack
Thanks bro, jump back in
Mil finger in the crowd lose track again
Im not a choke artist, never happened before this
Embarrassing moments caught on cam recorders
Should I kick a lil freestyle? Joe save the day like
Clark in Smallville
( Joe Flizzow )
Aiyo Que, Chill, let me step up cuz
My boy stumbling on his lines, yo that happens to the
best of us
Yo I gotcha back, signaled by moving my eyebrows
Till I heard booing, why now
We were on verse three I just did verse one
The same verse twice since the song begun
Its like a curse, when we gone be done?
Like Fred Dursts career yo we gonna be done
Hell nah, its time I kick a little freestyle
Time to flip the script and get buck wild
All of a sudden the needle broke
The disc started skipping (choke)
Chorus
Verse 3 ( Joe Flizzow )
Man I feel like crawling under a rock
Even the sound man laughing yo this bit gotta stop
Thats when the hero stepped up to the spot
DJ T-Bone dropped it like its hot
J.Ci turn the spotlight on him
Wheels of steel on fire yo he hot right on it
Pumped up the jam like he Technotronic
You know the techniques sonic, boom like Guile
The room got wild, crowd crazy bustling
My man crazy hustling, wax crazy he juggling
Crabs to chirps and three click flares
He quick and fast, turntablism at its best
Thank god for the DJ, how he dropped the funk
Turned the show around and the place got crunk
Like they know whats up, now they hands in the air
again
Lesson learned next time Ill be less arrogant
Chorus
