Jul 10
31
3 minute Freestyle
just a little somethin, easin my mind.
what I said:
i was raised wit the streets.
nuttin but anger n beef.
alotta danger n heat.
i just bang at police.
cuz they strangers to me.
where we got bangas n Gs.
but you dont know my struggle so dont go there wit me.
i dont go to the police.
when i smoke im at ease.
all my soldiers rest in peace.
i remember when my homeboy took the hole and he gave his life for me.
thats a subject of which no one will speak.
there is no hurtin me.
i’ll put some holes in ya knees.
kidnap ya whole family, if you disagree.
so dont poke fun at me.
this white boy done grown from the streets.
like tupac’s rose in that one piece.
its like he wrote it just for me.
cuz im gon come up out the gutter like dollar store bag thats out there blowin wit the leaves.
i know how to speak my mind when im flowin on these beats.
only reason im so real i like to see cowards in disbelief.
they say truth stop lyin but i say was you there at the same time, did you write these lines, is it your life is it mine, while you steady droppin dimes, i take the case n serve the time, i take the case n beat the case because the paper wasnt signed.
if you dont live in my mind,
dont tell me how to use my time.
you sour cowards lemon lames, bitch, now come suck on my limes.
you are not the in the same line, i’ll kill you in the same, bitch, now your soul is mine like im the devil and my contract you must sign.
if you make a deal wit me boy you best give me what is mine,
if you dont then i will take it and write the eulogy for your mom.
unsolved cases drop like bombs, wont find no prints off of my palms.
so if they ever find the body one knows what the went on.
but i’ll cut body up like chop.
put half it in a concrete block, put the other half in a pot.
serve ya for dinner.
n make a lawn ornament from the block.
so now ya done when i come for you and ya children lost they pops.
i would hate to do that to em but if you deserve it you get dropped.
me i like to fight so if i dont shoot you, you get boxed,
like ali, float like butterfly, sting like a bee.
id even hang you from a tree, in your mouth goes the LSD.
they gone call it suicide, they wont even think of me.
n now im runnin outta time i gotta go so love n peace. like a puzzle you put together, wait, so howd you like my rap, i cant call it a freestyle cuz you cant get this style for free. You only get this style from me!
Duration : 0:3:15
