From the album FILA  [bad word] It Loseit All)
lyrics

Pollute the airwaves with all these wack songs on 
Gassed up niggas putting holes in the ozone 
My homies smoke trees til the bongs blown 
Global warming so the hoes ain’t got no clothes on 

Its time I go green but I don’t recycle 
Homie, I make my own lane like a motorcycle 
They call me arrogant and sorta trifle 
Rob a [bad word] Jackson, and moon walk like I caught a Michael 
Spit accurate as a sniper rifle 
And if I like your girl, I let my hotter wifey skype you 
Right before I pipe you, 
reach over and grab her [bad word] cheek and tell her goodnight too [bad word]  
they always gonna bite you 
Deny you exist, religious right 
That’s why the humidity so high, 
Stupidity so high 
Record breaking temperature, so everybody fry 
Intelligent design, so their gas price rise 
Catch this silver bullet, Mr. Soul on Ice 
Product of Ice-T, Ice Cube, few more 
Niggas claim they fuego, Im too cool though 
My nuts hang low, so I walk in their studio 
Dipping 2 Plutos 
And they menudo 
Catch me in a [bad word] up sweat-suit like Hugo 
Scratchin a lotto 
Orderin an iced caramel macchiato 
Raspy Soprano 
Selfish tweeter, don’t ask me to follow 
Ask me my motto  [bad word] in the grotto 
Pass that bottle, to Ras Kassiano 

Pollute the airwaves with all these wack songs on 
Gassed up niggas putting holes in the ozone 
My homies smoke trees til the bongs blown 
Global warming so the hoes ain’t got no clothes on 
Chilly chill in the cold microphone zone 
Polar cats melting, putting holes in the ozone 
I want the crown too, I aint watching no throne 
All in [bad word]  though its on homes 

V2 
The bronze Fonz who’s fond of blondes 
So I cut down Amazons, in the tanning salon 
Y’all just niggas with pom poms, that twirl batons, 
And I’m, 
Ego-maniacal like Sean John 
When its all said and done 
And all the cheese raked 
Half the industry walkin to Brooklyn to get me some cheesecake 
Frozen arms, I’m so beyond 
Might hop in your iPad 2 
Turn to Tron 
Layin niggas so flat, homies think you plankin 
Only realize you dead, when the corpse start stankin 
At least you bio-degradable, 
I am [bad word]  unfadeable 
Inhospitable, Sahara Desert 
And still washin oil off you pelicans feathers 

Drill baby drill though 
Kill a baby seal flow 
Rasy got the coldest mouth piece, without a grill yo 
Should be on the blade, mackin hoes at Fillmore 
40 below, no Timbo 
You [bad word]  Chernobyl 
Givin off radiation 
Like Dasvidaniya 
Stoli Vodka mixed with acqua panna 
Just tryin to make a better life for my kids 
Flamboyant rappers keep [bad word] with my eyelids 
Got these Gucci shades, 
to block your UV rays 
If your station play wack [bad word]  
Need some new DJs 

Pollute the airwaves with all these wack songs on 
Gassed up niggas putting holes in the ozone 
My homies smoke trees til the bongs blown 
Global warming so the hoes ain’t got no clothes on 
Chilly chill in the cold microphone zone 
Polar cats melting, putting holes in the ozone 
I want the crown too, I aint watching no throne 
All in [bad word]  though its on homes
credits

released 22 November 2011 
Produced by Doc Hollywood