From the very beginning of our time as a rap group, we had wanted to do an album titled True Identity, as well as a song titled Fogboyz. We never released an album by that name, but we did finally get the opportunity to record the song Fogboyz, 3 years and 6 albums into our career. The song was on our album Fogz of Tyme, which was our 4th full-length album, and the only album that we had a 4th member on.
FOGBOYZ:
St3w4 "tha Great" -
I’m a dark soul, been down some dark roads
I’ve got a past that none of yall even know
Back seat in the class, with my mouth shut
Hating everybody, ‘cause I thought that life sucked
But now I’ve changed, became a different man
Fighting for everything, nothing is placed in my hand
And I’ve got the voice of ages, so you’ll remember what I’ve said
You’ve gotta fly like angels, and live like the dead
And I appreciate that all of yall support me
But the support from the family, means so much more to me
And I don’t mean fam, as in my bloodline
Unless you’re talking about the blood line from their hands to mine
'Cause I run with an ax, kill beats and lay them in stacks
Cut up my vocals, like they were under attack
I’ve got a 3-4, like the plate
Now I’m signing off, St3w4 “tha Great”
Chorus -
When the paint washes off our face
We’ll stand in front of yall, at the end of the day
The way God made us, all foggy and strange
Four small-town bums, with something to say
And we’ve worked for everything that yall see
Nothing was ever given to us for free
Just a will to make a dream and proceed
To only get better, and make a stronger F.O.Z.
Sly -
S-L-Y, this is who I am
I’ve walked in the light, and partied with the damned
Grew up hard, but I never liked spam
So I pushed that shit aside, and let my mind go HAM
A-State boy, never gave a fuck
Got a problem with my boys, put your dick beaters up
'Cause we about to bang, like a 5 dollar slut
Boy about to get cut, like scenes from Nip/Tuck
Ol’ country boy, but I’ve got that city slicker swagger
The best of both worlds, but never the latter
Always have a ball, you can call “tha batter”
And yes I’m still the best, head steadily getting fatter
Cooking up lyrics, use my life for the batter
I can hear them haters talking, but what does it matter
These words from my mouth, will make your brains splatter
And the heat from my .45, will make your teeth chatter
Chorus -
When the paint washes off our face
We’ll stand in front of yall, at the end of the day
The way God made us, all foggy and strange
Four small-town bums, with something to say
And we’ve worked for everything that yall see
Nothing was ever given to us for free
Just a will to make a dream and proceed
To only get better, and make a stronger F.O.Z.
Dobbie -
Dobbie, Doberman, Beatle Juice
My cockle’s all covered in her booty juice
I don’t give a fuck, I’m so used to drinking
Motherfucker what the hell you thinking
If you’re toking on trees, then you better come over
If not, don’t be my little soldier
And hangout, I don’t give a motherfuck
Drunk as hell, in the back of this Ford ass truck
Run bitches over on the highway
Like “Just what the hell are you gonna say?"
It doesn’t matter if the police pulls us over
Imma give him a straight-up cold shoulder
I don’t know whose drugs are in that car
I don’t give a motherfuck about that star
Shining up over your badge
Motherfucker go ahead and take me…
Chorus -
When the paint washes off our face
We’ll stand in front of yall, at the end of the day
The way God made us, all foggy and strange
Four small-town bums, with something to say
And we’ve worked for everything that yall see
Nothing was ever given to us for free
Just a will to make a dream and proceed
To only get better, and make a stronger F.O.Z.
Havik "tha Freak" -
Born in the Hoosier Heartland, raised in Arkansas
Natural freak, natural line, natural gift, and a natural mind
Man I’m shining, so fucking bright, it’s blinding
Might as well call me, Havik “tha Diamond”
Hard like one, and cold as ice
I’m a country boy, but still a juggalo
It’s the same thing, with a different twang
Find me plucking banjo strings and drinking Faygo and moonshine
You can call me a jugga-billie
Going fishing with Bo and Uncle Willie
Bet you ain’t ever seen a redneck scrub
Psychopathic shit kicker, flinging around mud
Redman and Soco, shotguns and cowboy boots
Beer cans feel the bed of my truck, every night we getting drunk
Keep it real and all that junk
Havik “tha Freak” and Cowboy Po-dunk
Chorus -
When the paint washes off our face
We’ll stand in front of yall, at the end of the day
The way God made us, all foggy and strange
Four small-town bums, with something to say
And we’ve worked for everything that yall see
Nothing was ever given to us for free
Just a will to make a dream and proceed
To only get better, and make a stronger F.O.Z.
Yeah to only get better, and make a stronger F.O.Z.