[Jeni Fujita]
 Flash The Message...

 [Forte'   Verse 1]
 Yo...You make me wanna vomit
 Yo  pay homage and dos e doe my sonnets
 I school y'all niggas slow on socios and economics
 You mostly know about the dough from airplay
 You only know about the heaters  from the shit that we spray
 Import from Vietnam cats  like my man Phillipe'
 (?) Bustin' crimes back(?) I label it  permanent sleep stay(?)
 Y'all cronies souped up
 My men ain't near dumb, we grew up
 You want your hair done? Hey, FUCK around and get your crew cut
 I organize the mental
 And live my life as the next essential
 Speak on this wild shit, as If I could begin to
 Who fall quick? Too many niggas fightin' over small shit
 You'll find me flippin' stocks, on boats that never dock
 I travel blocks, pick the best man
 Bust shots at the yes man, 'cause it was destined
 for me to flip investments
 Bag a lie, in the basement of the Best Western
 And if you don't want the consequence, then don't ask the question!

 [(Butter - Singing) Jeni Fujita in parentheses] - Chorus
 In Ninety Nine
 Some blow nines
 and some stayed indoors! (Flash The Message, something's out there!)

 Ninety Nine, is the time
 When the deaf, dumb and blind
 All catch war! (Flash The Message, something's out there!)

 [Forte' - Verse 2]
 It's like...
 Me and my crew
 And a little tour show
 Learned to flip the dough
 With the money we've got
 In Ninety Nine, more war, more crime
 Some'll stay behind doors, and some blow nines
 Your conception is annoying
 Leave the things we was born in
 The street nights, and hope we see the following morning
 Niggas sold soul, for gold ropes
 Do crimes, for new shines
 Poor beer out on the spot, where police drew lines
 Hey yo word, we thirty plus
 Wear guns thats dirty (?) bust (?)
 Ask your men pa, you should've been more (What?)...courteous
 Like my rain drop
 And all my li'l niggas rockin' tank tops
 And sell arms, like government bonds, in Bangkok
 Bank stops on lavish trips
 Soils I marry with, a dime piece!
 A (?)rester oil(?) who speaks in Arabic
 If the karat fit, wear it
 Every man I know hold
 Moreso, y'all niggas happy when you barely go gold!


 [Chorus 1x]


 [Forte' - Verse 3]
 This time it's personal...
 You like the artistry
 Rappers just reuse their first cut
 They say the same shit forever,
 and the use the word, so
 They ain't competing, they knew they was beatin', from the jump
 You get FUCKED! Grammatically speaking...
 You funny man
 Catch me on tour, A town near you
 With 20 Grand (Pikasoe), man it's etiquette
 Snatch your mouth off, for rhetoric
 I hold the greets from the street
 Yet subtle for lockin' shit
 Majored in Poly Sci, with a double doctorate!

 [Chorus 2x