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Facts Video (MV)




Performed By: Fackie & Karma
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Karl Stroup, Zach Fiedler




Fackie & Karma - Facts Lyrics




Not lackin' the confidence
Lackin' the talent
Equal in both
Call it a balance
Stuck to my foot
Like it's callus
Nothing I face I consider a challenge
This time we're under attack
Bacteria like it's a plaque
Eat it up like it's a snack
Fackie and Karma are back
This time we're spitting the facts
Not lackin' the confidence
Lackin' the talent
Equal in both
Call it a balance
Stuck to my foot
Like it's callus
Nothing I face I consider a challenge
This time we're under attack
Bacteria like it's a plaque
Eat it up like it's a snack
Fackie and Karma are back
This time we're spitting the facts

Oh you thought I missed it
I'm just comin' off the beat now
Climbin' up a tree now
Glad I don't smoke that weed now
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm spittin' the facts
You call me wack
My rhymes are on track
Fackie & Karma are back
No we're not we never left
Even though I said I'm better than the rest
But since I'm here to spit the facts
How 'bout I lay this on the track
Daydreams & Nightmares wasn't great
But Watershed was an upgrade
When I spit the truth I go ballistic
I'll say it clear unless you missed it
The boys are here to stay
Maybe I should be more realistic
We don't do this for the pay
We were born to do this the right way

Not at the top but not in the middle
Fiddle around call that a riddle
Hood covers my face reach for a Skittle
Crazy how that man could get an acquittal
I pick up the ball and serve an Ace
It's time to put them in their place
Fackie and Karma run the block
Cementin' our place like a rock

Go for a five, I'll give you the pound
Karma was lost, he wearin' the crown
Close up the mouth don't turn to a frown
Come at me now I'll show you a round
Oh you thought I meant I'll show you around
I'm talking my gun, I'll show you two rounds
You look like a clown
Count me to dos I'll show you the ground

Not lackin' the confidence
Lackin' the talent
Equal in both
Call it a balance
Stuck to my foot
Like it's callus
Nothing I face I consider a challenge
This time we're under attack
Bacteria like it's a plaque
Eat it up like it's a snack
Fackie and Karma are back
This time we're spitting the facts
Not lackin' the confidence
Lackin' the talent
Equal in both
Call it a balance
Stuck to my foot
Like it's callus
Nothing I face I consider a challenge
This time we're under attack
Bacteria like it's a plaque
Eat it up like it's a snack
Fackie and Karma are back
This time we're spitting the facts

One day making the racks
Spitting the facts
Making the racks
Spitting the facts
Making the racks
Yeah
We're spitting the facts
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English

Not lackin' the confidence
Lackin' the talent
Equal in both
Call it a balance
Stuck to my foot
Like it's callus
Nothing I face I consider a challenge
This time we're under attack
Bacteria like it's a plaque
Eat it up like it's a snack
Fackie and Karma are back
This time we're spitting the facts
Not lackin' the confidence
Lackin' the talent
Equal in both
Call it a balance
Stuck to my foot
Like it's callus
Nothing I face I consider a challenge
This time we're under attack
Bacteria like it's a plaque
Eat it up like it's a snack
Fackie and Karma are back
This time we're spitting the facts

Oh you thought I missed it
I'm just comin' off the beat now
Climbin' up a tree now
Glad I don't smoke that weed now
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm spittin' the facts
You call me wack
My rhymes are on track
Fackie & Karma are back
No we're not we never left
Even though I said I'm better than the rest
But since I'm here to spit the facts
How 'bout I lay this on the track
Daydreams & Nightmares wasn't great
But Watershed was an upgrade
When I spit the truth I go ballistic
I'll say it clear unless you missed it
The boys are here to stay
Maybe I should be more realistic
We don't do this for the pay
We were born to do this the right way

Not at the top but not in the middle
Fiddle around call that a riddle
Hood covers my face reach for a Skittle
Crazy how that man could get an acquittal
I pick up the ball and serve an Ace
It's time to put them in their place
Fackie and Karma run the block
Cementin' our place like a rock

Go for a five, I'll give you the pound
Karma was lost, he wearin' the crown
Close up the mouth don't turn to a frown
Come at me now I'll show you a round
Oh you thought I meant I'll show you around
I'm talking my gun, I'll show you two rounds
You look like a clown
Count me to dos I'll show you the ground

Not lackin' the confidence
Lackin' the talent
Equal in both
Call it a balance
Stuck to my foot
Like it's callus
Nothing I face I consider a challenge
This time we're under attack
Bacteria like it's a plaque
Eat it up like it's a snack
Fackie and Karma are back
This time we're spitting the facts
Not lackin' the confidence
Lackin' the talent
Equal in both
Call it a balance
Stuck to my foot
Like it's callus
Nothing I face I consider a challenge
This time we're under attack
Bacteria like it's a plaque
Eat it up like it's a snack
Fackie and Karma are back
This time we're spitting the facts

One day making the racks
Spitting the facts
Making the racks
Spitting the facts
Making the racks
Yeah
We're spitting the facts
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Writer: Karl Stroup, Zach Fiedler
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