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MOD SUN

Heineken Freestyle

 

Heineken Freestyle

(album: How To Make A Mod Sun - 2010)


Uh, I'm back to writing again
And it's just me, my blunt and my pen
And thats the world I've been living in
Green eyes, green mind, green Heineken
All the above I recommend
Be different just don't pretend
Do it before it's cool, pre-trend
My doctors deal with herb pre-med
I do this better round 4 am
But I got some pussy last night shit be no [?]
Usually I wouldn't've rolled that line but
Like I said I was short on time
So, let me redeem myself with some big words
I got a knack for sharing what I have observed
Lessons I've learned, I'm taking my turn
Be patient, stay focused, you will get yours
Better than the rest, I passed the test, and you can call me professor
Be considered less of idiot this really what you need me for
World premiere, this has never been seen before
Or heard before I'm sure, allow me to open up the door
And thats sweet, nice to meet, its my treat, no deadbeat
I excel like a spreadsheet
Wasn't trained by the classics and my flow still got people flipping like gymnastics
I smoke like Rasta, got hair like pasta
I be sipping on them shots then busting rhymes like Busta uh
Got a buzz, like 10 mimosas
I'm sure my face look better in close ups
Its preseason, getting ready to blow up
A 22 year old kid, fuck a fuckin grownup
Im a-okay-terrif-fantastic
so throwback, Shaq, Magic
A pallet of colors, a canvas, a brush
The way I paint a picture so consanigenious
And I just say I know, I say its in my soul
I say it all started on a starry night, a Van Gogh
[?]
No strings attached, that's a sandal
And I keep it funky like the sample
Whaddup!

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