Lyrics:

(Regular Show Clip)

Losing Interest
You will find no better than me, 
Just left me out so fucking numb
You're beautiful...

Losing Interest
and slowly, my thoughts hint at me 
"Hold on", "Don't let go"
And the voices in my head seem to give no 
Consolation
or a piece of Comprehension
This words wont make justice to the loneliness
that keeps me company whenever I feel like
Jumping off a bridge
this things are often kept on a lock and key 
but this tine i wont back away
"No More" he said
What did she say?
Like a breeze wave on a freezing cold day 
one day you'll see
dont forget about me 
Kept a promise 
But she is not here....

(Fuji-T)

Never taken molly -
only done a bit of chronic -
on the side with gin and tonic -
to keep 
that 
shit from taking over
my body
my soul 
my little piece of self control
i'll be lying by the phone 
Asking why you gotta go
And when you left?
that shit forever stays in my head
as i lay myself 
down to rest
and i know 
it won't go away
So I guess strangers 
Now we will stay. 

So What do you mean?
Its not like you give a damn
not like you really did care bout  me
Am I worth it?
unapologetically broken 
kept as a trophy
misused and disposed
like doll or a puppet
Girl I was down on you worst shit …
And in my worst shit?
All the blinds when down 
You rehearsed it. 
and in the mean time?
I got a monster growing on my inside 
You keeping bones in your closet 
Got a big pile 
Of ‘em
And your mouth still running
I just can't stop loving you—
just stop this
You getting on my nerves
Shit’s toxic!

Less Is More

Losing Interest feat. Fuji-T

LYRICS:

Flash back 
to better days 
culdesac where I played 
With my hands on the dirt
And the sound of train coming, 
better start running 
Cuz if my momma notices that I’m gone 
she gonna start to worry 
Man I miss yesterday 
But I can’t wait for tomorrow cuz the future is a mystery 
And I’m leading never follow
logic used busted tables and now he busts rhymes 
I used to kill mockingbirds now I pimp butterflies 

Yeah 
I write rhymes 
but I cant even right my wrongs 
They took everything from me 
Even the Who for this song 
I can’t even go outside 
They wanna know where im from 
but Fuji T from the world 
If open the door 
I got the whole Crowd 
Pulling over 
coming to me 
Cuz my vibe incites the hype 
but I never let it consume me  

Bitch You gonna fry your scouter 
if you tryna get a scan 
I don think you understand 
Cuz my lyrical level is over 
9000 
Bitch 
Ya’ll be looking all the same 
I can’t tell which is which 


But the real measure of my skill, lies on its delivery 
yeah I bust rhymes But if I could Id cut my enemy 
with my lyrical sword 
Leave your body pieces like a fucked up jigsaw 
You gon bleed out where your standing 
Cuz my cut’s uniform 
NO
I ain’t no longer gotta tell you where dis coming from.
Is the hidden disciple of the ancient temple 
Yeah Im a survivor to the 36 chambers  Of the Wu Tang Clan 
I was raised in the shadows like Batman  

Man I got a plan 
To infiltrate the industry
And get my spot in the stand 
To glow up with these tracks all the way to Japan
I could go for days Man
but I aint serial 
Poking holes on your chest 
like a cheerio 
Like my boy JG Said 
this shit finna gon bring BIGGIE back from the dead, 
yeah this ALL FUJI T, 
but when you get to listen 
dis 
gon be OLD FUJI T 
UH 

Ive been ill defined 
Im one of a kind 
Im Ready to grind 
Only cocky when I rhyme 
Like Muhammad in his prime 
This next bar aint cap, is just my mantra, 
I swear to god im the next in line to be  Sinatra 

If this industry was Disney 
I’ll be efficient in development
Not a heroe not a villain just malevolent 
(…)
Ive dealing with a lot of people lately 
they dont dont amaze me 
Cuz yall be dreaming bout moving but really yall just being lazy
My flow like Jay z 

My flow so cool 
I can travel back in time 
cuz I be throwin’ it Old School
But Im coming fo yo ass 
I’ll deflate you, Goof!
cuz you ego so inflated got you thinking you bulletproof 
Yeah you better do … Give a fuck
Cuz if Will smoked a rock 
And Chris woke up 
with Fresh Prints-on his face 
You will end up in space 
far away this place 
and in the upcoming verse
if you had any left,  man along with your fame I’ll run your name through the dirt -you scared? 
mf go to church
And get a purge 
Sounds absurd 
but when you mess with Fuji
you always get 
what you deserve.
Yeah and we dont stop 
cop. 
Still 187 on a undercover cop

Young Sinatra Freestyle

LYRICS:

Yeah
I agree 
You were right and I was wrong 
And the truth is
I can’t hide it anymore 
I got a tendency to take 
everything way too personally babe
Gotta understand 
I’m like-Anakin 
My biggest enemy Is my inner me 
And Im so close to the dark side 
I 
don’t need a light coz I bloom in the dark 
I get to decide 
what I do with my life
And you don’t get to  tell me who the fuck I gotta like
UH
Angel by the day and a demon by night 
If I got a speck then 
you got a beam in your eye
Covering the sun with your thumb you be casting the dark,
loaded your strap with your ego
I still can believe it 
You’d shoot the moon down 
So you look like a star 

 Huh

Tell me why you only on top 
When in somebody’s room 
 in the back of a car? 
Nevermind
packing my bags 
this time I choose me 
I’ll feel like I’ll loose it, 
And I cant with your bullshit.

Tell me…

what love got to do 
with years and years  
of mental abusing?

Huh?

What love got to do 
with years and years  
of mental abusing?

Good luck finding someone who can match that energy 
Cos everyone you fucked with 
turned an enemy 
face it 
no Im not okay but quit asking
you act like you care
when inside you fake
you got a tune so sharp 
you better sing with snakes
but if i was you 
then I would play it safe 
Cus you living in a glass house throwin shade-
Look
let me break it down
so you can 
understand
if you did it once 
You will do it again
resolving your traumas 
and all of your dramas
in somebodys a mouth
or on top of a bed
im telling you this as a friend. 

But you and I know Is USEless
Cuz You’ll get 
to do 
what you DO best
I’ll be the one 
that you messed with 
You’ll be the one with the bruises 

(Tell me!)

What love got to do 
with years and years  
of mental abusing?


Tell me why you only on top 
When in somebody’s room 
in the back of a car?

3 9 (Thank You) I'm Sorry - Remix By Khari

LYRICS:

Lemme take you back to the year 95
My  life was  on repeat
And With the sun in my eyes
I’m Roaming 
Like I’m cruisin at the mall
You won’t find another place to find me 
But the hood I came from 
And if you say that I can’t rap 
Cos I don’t look like I belong
Look I don’t really give a fuck 
This is my Genesis 
Cos growin up 
In the hood is consequence 
Not a choice 
And Yeah Im speaking for my people 
Way too busy to raise their voice 
Yet my artistic expression 
You get to call it noise 

UH

On survival mode 
Since I was like 4 
Saw my momma get all kinds of jobs 
Filling both roles 
of mom and dad 
Cuz the one I look like
just turned his back 
On us 
what a fucking rat!
 
UH

Picture me just a kid 
Anthony 
A smart kid from the Ghetto
Maybe destined to be great, 
And come back a hero!

Super Nintendo, Sega, Genesis,
When I was dead broke, man i couldn't picture this.

This was not a dream 
We had no fucking word up magazines 
just reality  
ever since i was kid i had to start grindin
Working double shifts
And hope to leave the hood behind me
Just to get some bread 
I remember hearing my 
mother cryin on the side of her bed.
And realizing then my mom was really just a girl,  
livin in a world no different from cell 

I decided to escape 
Some spiritual enlightenment    
Then I met with this chick
Christian minded and an Asian enchantment 
But after claiming she was raped
she moved to the same guy’s apartment  
fuck is up with the hood? 
I need a claims department 
If Ice Cube had a good day 
then where the fuck is mine then?
Bitch don't kill my vibe cos you dunno where I've been
And if you dare to cross my mind 
you better pray I don’t find ya
Cos on the mic Im Fuji-T 
But Anthony es del barrio 
And if you think you're playin it safe,
then you don't know what I know
 
Super Nintendo, Sega, Genesis,
When I was dead broke, man i couldn't picture this.

Good Kid-10803 (Beat by Lucane)

LYRICS:

(Bruce Lee: how can i express myself?)

This the Kind of beat das 
more narrative-like
You know? 
Make you wanna get on stage 
And spit on da mic, huh 

And speak some facts about life
Cuz The way we go It aint right 
Pick on me you risking your life 
Is that the attitude that fits right? 

No

Dis my way to cope 
my water style 
My flow so fluid 
I can bend a rock and shape your mind 
Into any form 
Inspired by the Wu Tang
And the “space between doors” 
I create 
massive waves
without any source
South style
With a water blessing 
I’m the hottest shit out the plantation
Let em know! 
If you need a room I got a spaceship
So we can hop in take dip and leave dis station.
Uh, uh
Here  comes the flow 
Here comes the low
Here comes the show
Here comes the law
Uh 
Better stop
And check 
my breathing 
Cos my style 
lets me fight
My in-ner demons 
No.
No it aint no doubt 
Im the only one carrying 
real rap on my mouth 
Yeah, listen to my song 
And You might learn somehow
Cuz Im feeling under pressure 
Almost all the time
But This my way to cope 
Dis my water style. 

Better dash, hit ignition 
Cos all these fucking memories just feel like a prison
Everybody hangin on me 
Giving me no reason to follow 
Gotta go round the world  
Yeah call me Marco Polo 
Or Call me never 
Cuz im through 
Done with all this beef between me and you
Yeah 
You do you 
And I will do me 
I guess the time is up 
and we all got somewhere to be 
I am not your foe  
I am not the enemy
But to me you’re a reflection
Of all things I shouldn’t hope to be 
The defeats and the glory 
All the Moments that went by 
And If you ask me how I cope 
I’ll tell you: Water Style 

I’m a blend of East and West 
I ease the flow 
I beat them all  into submission 
Proceed with caution 
motivation’s action 
Cos when I starve my fears 
I feed my passions
My actions 
speak louder 
Than any of this wannabe Rappers 
Pick a fight with me 
And you’ll see what happens

So quick to win - you gotta Rewind the tape 
so you can see what happened (…)
Double check with a friend 
But even if you got the lyrics 
Man you won’t understand 
Cuz the theme of the track 
Is really hidden within 
You aint gotta wait 
for anything to begin 
Coz as soon as you realize 
you’ll be facing the end.
uh
Just take a deep breath 
Fore you ready to jump
And whatever blocks your mind 
through it you gotta flow 

Uh

Better face things as they come present 
And rip through the noise 
Manifest your presence 
Its water style 

(Be water my Friend)

Water Style (Beat By Buddah Brand)

LYRICS:

(Muhammad Ali: Imma show you how Great I am)

I feel like I’m spellbound 
I’m losing control 
like all my thoughts have been made up
Im walking down the street 
The sun is up and my face down 
I light another joint 
Imma go puff puff bless
And swerve round corner where they cooking success
Just another morning trying to get the feel 
Tryna lose my mind
And trying not to deal
With all these Mfs sayin “keep it real” 
Trying only rap just to get attention
Jumping on these  beats with the wrong intentions 
Aint nobody give a fuck about your Jordan Jersey
Your Air Force
You think you look cool 
But you nobody special 
Huh
Cant Judge results 
Cant judge the methods 
Never heard of something hollow ever selling records 
Lemme tell you something 
You never heard before 
When it comes to composition
Maybe less is more
Ya’ll be really playing 
Ya’ll be testing my patience 
Ya’ll be skating on ice thinner than my fucking patience 
Fuji T is got the Ancient Art of Lyrical Devastation 
I can lift a nation 
As Soon as I get up on the mic 
Uh
Better say Good bye 
´Fore I kick out the scene 
with my Wu Tang Style 

(Let me tell you something)

I look in the mirror 
See my horns 
I’m hispanic fluently 
spoken and born 
Keep my head up and forget the noise
Hope to wherever I end up is
Feel the power of my voice. (huh)
 
Listen

Ya’ll be swallowing trends 
Like is contraceptive 
But my aesthetic approach is always more effective 
And even after all the hell I put her through 
My momma still thinks I’m God-sent, yeah that’s true 
Now I reflect on my mistakes 
Like I’m bulletproof
I can take a look within
Get different view
And examine what went wrong 
Between me and you 
Real G without the Do-rag 
Fun-ny like Tom Segura 
Used-to-date-a-bitch-withlips 
sharper 
than Ken-shin Himura
But that’s all in the past 
After cleaning the mess
You get to realize you gotta move on 
Pass the secrets, in-betweens and all the things that went wrong 
Just painful reminder, like the death with a mask 
That even pretty diamonds 
are not meant to last 
You only get to keep 
valuable lessons of life
The things that went right 
And hopefully a smile 
Give it up 
Yeah

I look in the mirror 
See my horns 
I’m hispanic fluently 
spoken and born 
Keep my head up and forget the noise
Hope to wherever I end up is
Feel the power of my voice. (huh)

Fuji-T

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