FreeStyle Forum 12/20

• Written by 

IshTALKER's Notes

Just some verses I spit in the forum ending 12/20.

Clean and spotless dressed for success, steps ahead of the rest keep depositing them checks
Believe in the process and when the goals accomplished, time to toke up and locate out the projects
Soularis my accomplice, from Texas to infinity and beyond we come to pay homage
To the one thing we all have in common… hip hop
God disclosed his given plan, expect haters but don't give a damn
As long as there's Stans get ya paper caused there's gonna be demand
Ya'll never know greatness or have the patience to become famous
When the darkness consumed me that's when everyone started singing my praises
Ya'll ain't ready for a shootout, better get your runnin shoes out
I got all the tools out when ya'll started runnin your mouths
I'm hot, cinder… like Lou Al, choppin timber on the move now
Through the darkest winter, heart flutterin air get thinner, shit talkin murderin hardened killer...
I'm an extraordinary gentleman knockin on ya door to collect on those payment plans
Spit and pulsate your blood vessels when the tongue wrestles on the mic all night... like Jay Leno man
My peeps is J Crew, we rhyme like J Cole, get money like J Mo, and write like Plato
But I don't play though... IshTalker the GOD walking around in plain clothes, spin up a tornado on your way home
Texas the realest we bring the heat, sizzling, jumpin right off the skillet, skin start meltin... yeah you gonna feel it
We taking care of business… everyday, eviscerate vicious hate, The Great State of Texas million dollar Real Estate
I'm done with the song and dance, blood on my hands blow bud that's enhanced with the soul of the son of Sam
Just a glance of my style will get your mind collapsed, I'm too advanced, advance through the lands with ya skull clutched high in my hand
Mastered the art of sexting and the meaning of come through, my style faster than any weapon… so don't get comfortable
Already know Texas what I'm reppin, ya girl see me and got to preppin, stick you with the check and then get to steppin
Later that night ass cheeks spreadin like buttermilk, IshTalker and the Alpha Dogs hunters skilled with the fifth elements
We in our Letterman's, owning the forums like white men taking over your settlements, top of the food chain is our primary residence
I Proud Mary rookies and veterans who think they relevant, matter of fact I'll slap a ring on them and call it Saturn's ass
Wrap bars that'll leave ya'll on the side of the road cause I'm after the cash, beast mode ain't no reason to activate that
Got the police flow, roll up behind you ready to clap, time's up, light's off, literally your mind bout to blast off
Ya'll come when I cat call, GOD spittin with the lid to the flask off, try to test my rhymes the code come with a catch all
Damn too many bitches… ya'll gonna have to back off, disappear with no traces throw back Crown with no chaser
Blow clouds like I'm out with Don Draper, been a King before LeBron was a Laker, I'm a ladies man and they know I'm a player... with charisma to spare

Feedback & Comments

About the Artist

IshTALKER
Member since November 9 2020

View the Blueprint (B+)


Cookin' something up, just wait a sec...