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Freaky Flow

Ice MC

Dreadatour

2006

a pimple 
Yo', my job is done l'm outer here because Ya lifted 
Smoked out lyrics by a brother who's gifted

they'll say "oh shit!" But by then it's been too late
Cuz I cut their tongues off and silenced 'em with tape
For these raps I'm a psychopath, I'm out

a young nigga game
See they kissing ass what you done for the fame
Nigga's selling souls spending funds on a chain
Just to get robbed by them guns that they

really got no conscience
I puke these lyrics unconscious
Gobbled up the souls of Biggie and PAC
With a little bit of Bone Thugs
Now shit's hot
Dropped

It's a drug technically
Get in, load in, load out
We argue, we shout
Some lyrics, attention that we should pay

We don't speak enough
I struggle to say

miles no Morales
Just trying to get to one billie no Eilish
Lyrics so stylish but I just be dumbin' down shit when I write it
Cos half of y'all can't read

To any of my fans
Thank you for rocking with me all these years
I appreciate it
But sometimes this, this music, these lyrics
They get too real, they

ccknowledge that you're a FOOL....
->Who got took by this Smooth crook
You're a feather ...[SHOOK]...
...and it's hurricane weather
KNOCKDOWN...
Left-check hook

will be rearranged
Ready from the introduction
Lyrics laced with seduction

You know just what to do 
With all those sneak previews
Into some touching

Smoke in my lungs and it’s choking me slowly
Free up the bros who got locked by the police
Birds in the street so we gotta keep it lowkey
Love the life

the carotid
My numbers climbin' for miles no Morales
Just trying to get to one billie no Eilish

Lyrics so stylish but I just be dumbin' down shit when I write

Nie muszę grać na PR, by zrealizować plan
Słyszysz te skillsy
Biatch? Mów mi młody Eric Young
Na haczyk nabijam rekiny i spijam z nich tran
Nie boję

to do my shit and be done
Write lyrics, fool around a ton
In fright I rule by the rule of thumb
It's so cruel, it ain't right, it ain't fun
I got no money

when I'm feeling nickel less in my cage
Wanna raise an cR in ya zone uhhh but I stick lyrics to the page 
That will have you feeling pistol whipped I'm

Helped me write this song, now

See, I was born into a world
Of food stamps and welfare
No dollar for the ice cream
Man and nappy hair raised by a single

Eventually there will be hell
The future just does not look well
All fair use, it was made by myself
Just do it, put your ego on the shelf
In

Old... Old... Old Thang Back
O... OTB
By middle school, I was spitting more lyrical
Realizing how the game was becoming more pitiful
Snap rapping wasn't De

Drop it like it's hot, yeah, like a potato, pass it on
Treat me like a kid, gets you plastered on, faster than a saw by axing yarn
If you don't

and runnin mouth (Mouth)
Dont you fuckin tout
It dont fly by me, you a fuckin mouse (lets go)
Yeah I ain't fuck your bitch
She jus offered her spit to clean my

to a store buy a watch for the team
Look at my lyrics and watch what they mean
Splash on these bitches no aquamarine
All of these bitches, they wanna be me

You told me life would be glistening
Just stay by myself, no missing them
But you lied to my face so I'm finishing
Done with you, ain't no telling where

So
I had an epiphany when I was about to write this song, I was like
Y'know what Jay? Jay you kinda nice bruh
By God's grace of course, yeah
In fact

whack
My Buzz is sweet, and I sting you when I bees on wax
Whatever they fed me, is giving me no flaws at no cost
Two rules I go by, Fuck the world and go

wake up
Cat nap ugh

Ha, now this is Headphone
Hero, take a listen, take a look
Lyrics straight out of the kitchen
I'm the chef, no, I'm the cook
Writin'