Petey Wheatstraw Freestyle

Like the 'pollo, I, the holy spirit of Chicago Married to the game, I should have took the bitch to Cabo I know, I know like Bill Withers, feel niggas They say, "Stay safe" but they still hit us Fill the rivers, it's like the ghost of Emmett Till with us We got black cards, now they gotta deal with us Rihanna got a bil', they gotta deal with the sisters In pursuit of happiness, I ask God to Will Smith us Blessed are the meek, we inherit Earth and then we speak Into existence, I'm rooted in black thoughts like Tariq I was a drifter, now I'm a shifter of paradigms An upliftеr of tethered minds Forеver signed to the art form, no, things didn't start warm Wrinkles in time 'til I met my Tony Starks form And straightened it out, Iron Man While some was workin' the pots and frying pans Some of my guys moved keys like Robert Glasper They gave me room so I could be a master My book of life, I write it like a Christ chapter When Hip Hop was dead I met it in the life after Vision in the hereafter, listenin' to Donny Hatha Tryin' to find a way to get my people out the trap or the prisons Talkin' with my daughter, I learned to listen She's studyin' law, I told her, "make firm decisions," This is a prism of Hip Hop realism From the block we arisen, still we walk like Egyptians This the not-need edition, Planet Rock reinvention The lock key ignition to them Ali dimensions Grew up around Stones and they rocked me the wisdom They yell, "All is well," and it got me to wishin' 2Pac, the ambition, I'm keepin' my head up, I am a rider From the black pool of genius and I'm a diver Striver of perfection, inside of my inflections The blessings of the destined restin' with no questions These are the strides of a knocker Took time to myself like Naomi Osaka Took time off to never rhyme soft, my mind's off The grid that I climbed off, I'm live 'til I sign off My man Murray said, "never take your shine off," Sometimes I go offline to get these lines off My crown chakra's like a Chi-town opera Violence, violence, they broke in my crib and seen Oscars Emmys, Grammys Damn he near a EGOT and he still Hip Hop I'm to rap what Bird is to Bebop, what AI is to Reebok What Jada is to D-Block, the game need a detox Go get your turmeric, your Dr. Sebi Sea Moss Burning sands that we crossed for the tribes that we lost In a war with stars, I make niggas into ewoks I'm a rap god but still human like the beatbox Like (beatbox sounds) a one, two Rest in peace to Biz Markie, honor those that spark me I spit verses like girls get purses Some rappers get by and some get purchased My shape's earthless, I came to earth's surface To reverse curses and birth purpose, my verse nurtures A woman's worth is first, it's a soul merchant Like a sneaker head, I just keep soul searchin' As far as freestyles, I go wild like no churches My occupation, greatness is my coworker Like uh