T3 – Mr. Fantastic lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, I did it for my mans, J-Dilla and 'Tin
I did it for the culture once again
I did it for the city, raised me well
I did it for the odr and for self
I did it for the man up above, no help
Feel me, we ain't never the same, I'm fantastic
T-Titus and James is fantastic
Came through, conquered the lane, I'm fantastic

[Verse 1]
Got shots fuckin' at your coupe, ha
African warrior shit, lookin' like Zamunda
Bruce Lee Jedi kicks, stuck like a flu shot
Layin' in a hammock and the chicks wearin' tube tops
Sippin' cracked coconuts, ice lookin' ultra-crushed
I was outta sight for the night until I rolled it up
Home run, baseball, bread lookin' Cake Wars
I was kneelin' down on my knees, good Lord I prayed for
Ricochet gun thoughts, aftermath, sore spot
Everything foreign terrain, this ain't store-bought
Jumpin' in the Regal with peoples and sippin' Tito's
Bass bouncin' off your back, folded in the fetal
Position, liars get at mine or my assistant
I'm from a higher plane, the fire in my vein glisten
I fight closed-fisted with fight so vicious
Wolves at night think twice, won't visit
That's life, watch me bring life to these niggas
I did it for my mans (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I did it for my mans, J-Dilla and 'Tin
I did it for my mans, J-Dilla and 'Tin
I did it for my mans, J-Dilla and 'Tin
I did it for my mans, J-Dilla and 'Tin
I did it for the culture once again
Feel me, we ain't never the same, I'm fantastic
T-Titus and James is fantastic
Came through, conquered the lane, I'm fantastic

[Verse 2]
Shakin' up the atmos' like a snow globe
Sue the urban kids with they hands on some cold flows
Must be poverty-stricken, dirty the district
Misfits from Michigan, the mission is efficient
Microphone stalagmites, parasite appetite
Creative splice, ultra-lights shinin' on a holy night
Poetry wizardry, count-of-three symmetry
Dilla symphony made us envision our epiphany
Say key, wakey, made a beat in a beast
Semblance with lyricism, run with the star fleet
Guys yellin', "Aw, shit", tossin' back the Tanqueray
Nine-eight, byob like a cabaret
It's uncanny from the flow cannon bandits
We demand ransom and the real remain standin'
Paint a pic like a blank canvas, imagine

[Chorus]
I did it for my mans, J-Dilla and 'Tin
I did it for my mans, J-Dilla and 'Tin
I did it for my mans, J-Dilla and 'Tin
I did it for my mans, J-Dilla and 'Tin
I did it for my mans, J-Dilla and 'Tin

[Verse 3]
How come I gotta struggle to make a change in the game?
How come I can't even grip me a rein?
How come my brothas is gettin' paid for killin' they people
In the song and ain't nobody actin' like it's wrong?
How come my ancestors is lookin' at us like what the heck is we doin'?
Fightin' for freedom gettin' ruined
By the mentality of television tellin' us lies
And the reality, the way we livin' is disguised
I been through it all, the bottomless pit ain't no joke
On my way down I saw people who got smoked
Handle your business, we can do this all the way to the top
My people strivin', I'm with you, we on the same page
See you on the stage