One Beer (Freestyle and slowed)

None of these niggas like me,

Everytime they see me they try to fight me, despite the,

rhyming outta spite see, got triggers on my

Mic G, no other nigga like me, I light this up

Like a candlestick, expand-o-dicks,

the blows that I land are sick,

need a tissue, I’m running out of issues to spit to,

freestyle mind to ignite fool, dumb as fuck,

jumped in a knife pool, grab whatever my tool,

jump out the back and enlight you,

my mic barely gives feedback,

wired like a crack head on weed packs,

don’t step back I need that, aggravated attack,

my mic is splitting it back, I need my instrumental speech back,

need a leader, where the lead at, the bars I tend to,

are indeed fact, need jobs run that shit back,

I need to change the rhyme scheme real quick,

let me switch that, I hold this mic like it’s magic,

no one respects me yet it’s tragic, repent please,

semi-matic, on this shit like an addict, high like an attic,

y’all speaking television static, I spit sporadic, lock box it,

burn mouths like hot pockets,

seasoned unlike thanksgiving dinners by white people

who couldn’t care, my words written, forever ridden,

like my lead when it reaches your head in red fillings,

had to reread your feelings, sensitivity these days are beaming,

like my teeth spitting this out for real when,

I refine this skill I need in the end, rotating words,

spinning heads.