Shook Ones Freestyle

(الألبوم: Didn't Make The Cut - 2012)

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Listen, look
To all the rappers and the double-barrell trappers
The real clappers that be plotting with the jackers
Listen, check it out now
Listen

You see I'm next with the realness
I be the infamous, I earn cake
Don't know me, check the work rate
I move old school in warfare, beware
See I've got my own flow but it's cool to share
And all the fakes that wanna slither to the Jakes
I'll be picking up a bat and I'ma leng it to your face
Trust no one else but yourself brudda
'Cause everybody's quick to switch when you're living in the gutter
Keep getting in the butter like you're supposed to
You'll know my business if you're someone that I'm close to
You're not on it, don't front like you're hard cah
Niggas like you been soft from the start
I'm rapping with the heart, I'm living in the past
Niggas is grass, they never wanna see a man pass
But it's cool, I be putting niggas on blast
Schooling kids like it's year 6, putting them in class
See the flow, I keep it real tight, I have to
Raps what I love and I do, it's not maths dude
Try and violate and you're up on my list
And I ain't stopping with the hunting until a nigga's getting hit
And I ain't messing with you niggas' dead beef
I be zoning in Sciroccos hearing Mortal Technique
I'm real cuz so I only listen to real rap
If you were real then my last verse, you'll feel that
Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body
They want a nigga trapped, wrapped like a cling and Bobby
And on my life I ain't blowing through a dodgy
If I'm blowing then I'm blowing with the 12 gauge shotty
I flow invisible, it's so political
I've got that twenty-four hour flow so it's digital
I never beef with a punk so it's physical
I'd rather be invisible than in a cell miserable
That's real talk and I ain't listen to the hate
I'm just doing what I'm doing for the bread that's on the plate
You're all fake, this is real rap, it's so great
Auto-tune, skinny jeans, they're all rate
Let's take it back to Mob Deep and Gangster
Cah truthfully you MC's are all cancer
Killing the game with your lyrics about [?]
Fuck your swag, I'll leave a nigga wearing bin bags
It's so hot, niggas get shot in their own blocks
It's so wrong, slags are getting fucked by their own pops
And those cops quick to give a nigga a roadblock
So mobs go and do crime like 'So what?'
I spit truth, consider this another five-a-day
Misinformed youth, letting piggies take their rides away
And mandem think they're so hard
But how you gonna feel when your whole block is a boneyard?
With no life, couple tales and stray tramps
Free-speaking humans all in jails and free camps
History repeats itself and that's a fact
And I don't listen when the news is on cah it's all whack

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