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Freestyle

Lil C

Big Bucks & Styrofoam Cups, Vol. 2

man
I'm sitting on Dubs, kinda like a blank tape
You see them rocks in my teeth, ain't none of em fake
Give me a break, you think I'm lying or something

Freestyle

Chamillionaire

Da Bottom, Vol. 2

2005

man
I'm sitting on Dubs, kinda like a blank tape
You see them rocks in my teeth, ain't none of em fake
Give me a break, you think I'm lying or something

the truth
Fill us up with that soul food
Keep it real, that's what we do
My whole crew we coming through
We forever in our youth
Flip a page, then engage then

bar
My stars brightening like lightning
And tight like Mylar
On fire like the pilot light stove
And if I drove batman would bum
A ride in my car

your facades
Proof is mixed in the pudding, just taste it and give applauds
We just do this for the team and striving by any means
Fuck the fame, we just

in my head, and that was in the clouds
Laying there in bed, when I was dreaming bout
My heart on wax and a car going fast cause my bars and my raps got

tricks, not topping
What..
Putting rhyl on the map
So I'm repping North Wales
Sitting in a Bando, some dusty scales
I live by the sea, but the ship ain't

words to instill in my raps
It's silly to ask me how I'm
Ill with my act see
Carry more bars than a Nestle factory

This I have found feels like do or die

shit needa wrap it up condom
He mad cuz I took his bitch in my honda
Presidential tent slide by like Obama
They Keep telling me to drop you would’ve

spreading hate and evil scenes
Simple logic, we dropped the bar, now we lost it
The object is getting lost in all the toxins
Sitting here, getting blamed for

brighten up the life that was sitting in you womb
Illuminated word play
Switching every four mayne
Serve like its gourmet
Searching for a metaphor that

leave a nigga in the Thames
Floating down the embankment up to Tilbury
Whoever you are you still bleed
Run up on man, hold the gun up and bang
(bang) lick

Look
Before I talk about myself
Tell me what's the price or value getting caught up in your wealth
When no one sitting by your side
And they tell you

Kevlar the vest, them we make the news
Xanny bars help me talk to Jesus, blessing come in twos
Big boy phantom, when you driving boogie, stars is in roof

is amazin’
Beats by Chase M
Sound funky like twelve slapboxin’ Jamaicans
In the elevator, haze in the air from blowin’ trees
Not from the teasin’

DRUNK IT

Theme: Doing something great by getting slightly drunk that you normally couldn't or wouldn't do.

Verse
I checked her out at the bar out

from
Well, hot damn
With the bars, I'm a hermit in the stars
But I'm training 'till the trophy's won
Well, hot damn
Take it back to a path with no map

in the dust
Man this lane chose me
I don't wanna finish us
Keep the pain on me
If it means i ain penniless I'll Remain lonely

I'm sitting here basking

the winning team
Going green
Strong enough to rupture spleens
Eat a sensu then flip these feens
By any means
In the trenches poppin beans

Click bang, it's

5 to 9, I'm like you out your mind
I doubt you'll find me sitting in their pews
Sitting idly by, I got shit to do
Then I remembered dude that I shared

complaints
In paris
Blaring gil scott heron
You skipped out on life lessons
Thinking you ferris
Niggas broke and embarrassed
Sitting round
Hopping shit get

empire cause yeah we some
Sitting by the fire, think about my desire
Feeling hella good, shit I just might retire
Admire the sensation and I always try

like its Mario
I can’t see any girls but this one my bro
She be, looking fly yeah from head to toe
All my boys spitting bars in the studio
Man I’m tired

command
Left hands up in this bit
Ye ye
He talking trash
Man them boys they gone fold in the mix
Dallas they ain't legit
That's word to Tim (That's word to)