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Wiley

Earth Sign Freestyle

 

Earth Sign Freestyle


Ay

How could you think I was a backup
Why would you take away the jack up
This ting done, don't make me crack up
This is the end of year wrap-up
I don't intend of standing in line
I work the works singing my stack up
I know when I be in challenge
I turn into a savage when I take my hat off
Back up, back on track it's ill will
Put my life on the line, I still will
I speak my heart of mind, I'm still real
I got the wickedest ting from Mill Hill
When I turn up the volume, people say chill
I tell a don I ain't got no chill
Eat dessert before I eat the meal
Everybody with more
I won't conform
Been like this since I was born
I'm a Capricorn
I'm an earth sign, with the fire in the background
Cooking up a [?]
Standing with my laptop, minding my business, 'til the break of dawn
I'm the original iceberg sweater
My verse better
My verse go out and bring back chedder
My verses mean the world to my fans
My verses they preacher my brothers in the can
I ain't there, I'm popping
You want me to quit, but I ain't stopping
If you know me that news ain't shocking
Hit the studio few days and I lock it
I come thru' body popping
This tings going off, like tings going off
All this stuff and nobodies clocking
Fans are looking for the grime that nobodies dropping
That's why I'm there in the wings with the famsdem plotting

I don't care what you say
I'm the hunted, you're the prey
I'm the August, you're the May
I'm the needle, you're the hay
I don't care what you say
I'm the hunted, you're the prey
I'm the August, you're the May
I'm the needle, you're the hay

Buy a land then I build on it
Put my life, put my sword, put my shield on it
I'm out here in the field with it
I spend bills and mills on it
And I'm real with it
I've got grands connected to my brands flexing
And they know so they gotta deal with it (Deal with it)
You could be a star in the game but really you gotta have a meal for it (Hands on)
You know how many times I was covered in read
Trust, I ain't alive I'm dead
You know how many times I proved I was a vet (Proved it)
Revenge ain't working on me, you will lose your bet
Came back different, came back ready
Came back with the fire in my heart like Teddy
When I come around them man get edgy
I got the lucky chance, they got Reggie
We got the one's that when we open the packet smells like fruits and berries (Smell that)
I am the vinyl man
Test press man
I can't forget about Terry's (You can't forget that)
Freestyle on Roman Road market
You can't brush me under the carpet (Nah cuz)
Freestyle on Roman Road market
So you can't brush me under the carpet
Live in the past, but I work in the future
I make the wickedest grime you ain't use to
Jump in the whip, press turbo booster
I wake up the same time as I used to
Live in the summer, but I work in the winter
Talk the turtles like Splinter
Here's what I'm into
Grimey, on this ting, I'm a spontaneous thinker
Ay

done

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