Freestyle 1

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Am I good, I call greatness,
Neo in the Matrix
Lyrics like Jason
Mel Brooks Blazing
Saddle, I'm rounding up the cattle like I'm on a farm
Hide the diamonds, cause they be after me lucky charms
Magically delicious, magically I'm vicious,
They beg and ask forgiveness, they flow be stinking like chitterlings,
I swear, electrifying like a parallel circuit,
and when they stop talking they gon say its not worth it.
BHOP this what we want you to be,
Don't listen to nobody even if you got a degree
Cause in all actuality they just as hopeless as me,
Stuck in Rush Hour like Agent Carter and Lee
But me, sicker than a virus, you can call me a plague
And I'm cooler than a brother that stepped out of the shade,
Im sicker than a monster you can call me a beast
I'll get out my forks and you can call it a feast
Forget peace, man Im ready for war,
You better change your locks before I come through the door
Im not a big mac man Imma double stack
But Im cool in the pocket and I pass like a quarter back
Burn like a running back, so I had to bring it back
Its BHOP on the track you know I had to come exact
Im steady making paper bills, Im making ladies chill
Pollute you ears like a brother making oil spills
Steady making oil deals
Im stabely insane,
Man I dont need no crazy pills
I reinvent, redesign, re-enact, redefine
Spit lyrics all the time, keep money on my mind
Sending chills up your spine not committing no crimes,
Im never offbeat, every line has to rhyme.
And Just in Time your head is mine
I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

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BHOP
Member since March 6 2023

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