FSU Lyrics – Chris Webby

[Chorus: Ekoh & Chris Webby]
We gon’ set the roof on fire just to watch the flames
Kick the fu*king door down through the wall and frame
Yelling, “Fu*k rules” and we off the chain
But so what? (So what?)
We gon’ fu*k s*it up
Reporting live from the fu*k-up hall of fame
Hard to believe through it all, how far we came
Yelling, “Fu*k rules” and we off the chain
But so what? (So what?)
We gon’ fu*k s*it up
[Verse 1: Ekoh & Chris Webby]
Yo, my rhyme pad looking like an Anarchist Cookbook
Troubled youth, pushing every button I could push
Never been concerned about the money and good looks
Now everybody bumping from the ‘burbs to the hood hooked
To rock steady, rap deadly, this shows a hot sweaty
From the booth to the moshpit, it’s all deadly
You got a dream that you wanted, I did it already
Misfit they didn’t get but now they can’t catch me
This for the ones who took the lonliest road
Refusing to fold, that changed to fit themselves in their mold
But always was told, “not everything that glitters is gold”
But that’s because they hold the gold
Now we take for our own
And so we infiltrate the system, destroy it and then rebuild
And tell the ones up at the top this the camp they could never kill, themselves
From the gutter, we’ve been bonded in blood
And y’all can keep all the love (We gon’ fu*k s*it up)

[Chorus: Ekoh & Chris Webby]
We gon’ set the roof on fire just to watch the flames
Kick the fu*king door down through the wall and frame
Yelling, “Fu*k rules” and we off the chain
But so what? (So what?)
We gon’ fu*k s*it up

Reporting live from the fu*k-up hall of fame
Hard to believe through it all, how far we came
Yelling, “Fu*k rules” and we off the chain
But so what? (So what?)
We gon’ fu*k s*it up

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
I’m a one man wolf pack, lived as an outcast
Never understood, I could feel the doubt cast
By the whole class as a kid but I found that
Life is all about the bounce back, ain’t a house cat
I’m a feral animal set to snap like a mouse trap
Living through a movie while writing the fu*king soundtrack
Blew up in my city and every city around that
And brought the motherfu*king ruckus anywhere the crowns at
See, this one is for the kids in detention
Who they’re telling not to fidget while they sit through a lesson
Who getting hasseled and bullied until they live with depression
These fits of aggression I’m bottling and built with the tension
He’ll never leave an impression
That’s what his teachers would tell him
And gave him medicine but really he just needed direction
And so we channeled it and learned to make his weakness a weapon
And that’s the kid who’s looking at me when I see my reflection

[Verse 3: Chris Webby & Ekoh]
So go sick, go nuts
We don’t give no fu*ks
We gon’ burn this motherfu*ker to the ground, so what?
Tear it down, tear it up
Make it loud, no guts
No motherfu*king glory when that road gets rough
We gon’ roll through, ride out
No rules, wild out
Not the one to mess with, fu*k around and find out
Run it up, run the route
Run amuck, run ’em out
Run ’em fu*king over while they running at the mouth
I came, I saw, through the flame, through the fog
Through the hurricanes and the flood rains I fought
No love, no law, unplugged, all raw
And the ice in my veins is too cold to thaw
Outlast, out-live, out-match, out-did
Anybody in my way ’cause fu*k ’em we go big
This one’s for the kids, the rogues and misfits
And we came here to fu*k up s*it

[Chorus: Ekoh & Chris Webby]
We gon’ set the roof on fire just to watch the flames
Kick the fu*king door down through the wall and frame
Yelling, “Fu*k rules” and we off the chain
But so what? (So what?)
We gon’ fu*k s*it up
Reporting live from the fu*k-up hall of fame
Hard to believe through it all, how far we came
Yelling, “Fu*k rules” and we off the chain
But so what? (So what?)
We gon’ fu*k s*it up