Lyrics:
hard to keep
My head straight
It's like trying to go up but held down by deadweight
Walk on land, stay interesting
Nine albums dropped and I can't
to your own shit?
The truth is I can do what you can't
Sellin' twenty thousand units hand to hand to the true fans
On top of that, freestyle and you'll get
day and fuckin' interview me
Do I really have props?
Is it really that stable
when they ask me to freestyle when I walk up into labels?
When they take
has made you wicked and you'll always be searching for humanity
I hope that while you live you rest in peace.
[Scarub]
I like those freestyles, I
to a bomb
Humanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity bong
by a democrat republican Cheech and Chong
Immortal Technique, you never heard me preachin' a song
make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by
that ain't been met by supply
Shoppin blank resumes 'cause these skills don't apply...
The unknown, unestablished, from the bottom of the totem
But
on punk
They gone find you somewhere lettin' outside built like a skunk
And that shit you was talkin' when you was wit yo homeboys
Now you ass all by
to chrome gats
Levis to Guess jeans, black and white to big screens
Six by nine to 18's, Bumsalack to sipping lean
Regals with white walls, 20 inch with
he didn't rehearse
And got snatched from the earth like an old lady purse
The freestyle had mothafuckas on their backs
But failed to attack from
shit is abstract
You ain't underground cause you don't cypher,
you ain't underground cause you do
You ain't underground cause you can freestyle and roll
Yo, my brain deserve its own infomercial for how it thinks
You can't be saved by coppin Tae-Bo with Billy Blanks
I turn on sinks and rock to the rhythm
a the area
Cumbia sonidero sonidero sonidero nacional
Sonidero nacional tarareando el compás
Salido del barrio ballenato freestyle
Sonidero nacional
life, ik doe deze shit als freestyle
Mama wou niet leven hierzo want ze weet echt wel hoe de street is
Dit is de street life, sorry dat ik loop met die
cousin caught a next shot
Out in yard, tryna line up a headshot
Flew back home tryna get it by the headlock
I was getting boxes, banging it in Z shots
jestem raperem naskrobałem sporo wersów
Mam airmaxy moro i new erę pod kolor dresów
Smak sukcesu chcę znać chcę by mnie podziwiali
Tak jak ja podziwiałem
to czas, że wam zapiera dech
Buch z pecyny D i J puść winyl, wie i joł
Freestyle'owcy przy tym ich rymy to kpiny
My w tym tkwimy, a większość to McDonald
(Ručka)
Nedělat píču, hlavně že se nepředřeš (Hej)
Nevím proč si myslíš že bys
Měl mít z rapu cash (Proč)
Když to slyším radši bych ti poslal DMS
Tvoje bars
on the toilet of a crack house
Spittin' verses at the cops
While they pat down
Runnin' by the moment like I'm
Livin' in the freestyle
It's like I'm shootin' every
little nigga put me on
Drop albums hot freestyles
So let me hit them with
A little bit of Flipmode
Bust your head then bust your rhymes
You better cut
to the jungle
Stash the weed by the grundle
My buddy mumbles that the cop
Probably knows his uncle
Get it dropped like a fumble
I said, "that shit's bimpin'"
5'8"
wohn'
Vergiss Angela Merkel
Ich bin die Stimme der Nation
Das ist Flow mit Niveau!
Alle Mann aus HRO für Green Berlin
Johnny Mo!
Du bist eine Freestyle
der står hele crewet mitt og henger
Så slenger noen freestyles på Karl Johan for å tjene no' penger
Ikke at jeg er sellout ass men a brother gotta eat
This life o
This life no be freestyle o
This time na mine, this I know
Bad energy keep a distance
The love na distance o
This my flow
Leave am
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