On The Radar Freestyle

Yes sir baby, On The Radar, Radio Freestyle, yo
The one, the only Denzel Curry is in the building
Right here, on On The Radar
I'ma step out, he gon' step in
Zeldy
Yo

I write this as my manifesto
I want the paper and the peso, same color pesto
I want my Nikes and I only like my Jordan's Retro
I push my lights to a new pedigree, but this ain't Petco
But life's a bitch
Take a look at who you riding with
Big buddy, you coulda been on Attack On Titan shit
But this ain't about my will
When it comes to facts, I never bite my lip
Or to bite my tongue, whatever, same diff
Blessed with an insane gift
I told the hood, I started rapping, they started laughing
From birth, my nickname was Happy, what the fuck happened?
My niggers died in different seasons, they can't recap 'em
I watch 'em try to USB me as I keep adapting
Against the grounds, Coles, Kendricks and the Carters
Over the whoever yelling ''This is Sparta''
King-Kong ain't got shit on Denzel
Well, even Denzel ain't got shit on Denzel, my nigga

I'ma let the beat breathe real quick
Let me think about it, uh, let me think about it, uh
Let me think about it, uh, let me think about it, uh
Listen, listen, uh, let me think about it
Alright, alright, I think I got it, yo

Denzel back in this bitch, I'm outstanding
I don't take shit for granted, I take chances
Mask on my face, my nigga I'm no bandit
Bust downs around a nigga like bad transit
Since they let me up in the game, I just advanced it
All white Chucks, my Ku-Klux is clanless
Spend money on wack MC's, them boys brandless
Corny like a field in Kansas, on some bland shit
Game lock, get the combination
I spit out rap like a boxer, every combination gon' hit
See being famous is like having a curse and a gift
Or the ending of Revenge of the Sith, I'm on fire
Boss Denzel is starting an empire
From Garrett City all the way past the Vizcaya
I'm smoking on this potent Enchilida to get higher
I'm rich, but I start to forget like Alzheimers
Sinus, pressure, allergic to bullshit
Exhibit, the way I bust the rhyme, no full clip
See the bills on me blue, so these faces are full crib
Fashion over on the low, so examine the full drip, ay!

Zeldy
Zeldy
Zeldy
Melt Me Eyez See Your Future, motherfucker