Nobody Beats The Biz Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Can you feel it? Nothin' can save ya?
It's just a little taste of the Chi-Town flava

F-E-S-T (the star of the show)
F-E-S-T (hard working)
F-E-S-T (Mr. Dynamite)
F-E-S-T (hard working)

[Verse]
Wait homeboy, hold on, how you gon' be gone?
Pass your boy the macrophone and let me get it on
Aww shucks, rap is all f*cked, keep your jaw shut
This ain't Cingular but, you find it hard to keep your bars up
I lay you down n*gga, taste that asphalt
Be gone little peon, that's your ass fault
Last year I got stopped at the airport
But now I be gone so much they don't even check for my passport
They be like, "Hi, Mr. Smith, can we get you a pillow?"
Why yes cause Rhymefest is such a charming fellow
I'm tall in the game, you n*ggas small like Willow
Top back or roll down the window, let the wind blow
Rhymefest and Mark Ronson synergy
Add No I.D. and Christian's say it's a trinity
Something like a trilogy
Rhymefest energy
Chi-Town, Jeffery Manor, that's where the killers be
Why you lames wanna dance and sh*t talk
I don't like to Lean Back and I can't Crip Walk
But I show a n*gga how to make that sh*t raw
5, 4, f*ck it get ready for lift off