Taste (Freestyle) (64 bars)

I’m just a lyrical, miracle, spiritual, individual, criminal.

subliminal in ya swimming pool.

Typical, bending these syllables kinda difficult.

But I’m original, and you’re a imbecile.

I keep it digital, pop the tape in my stereo.

Here we go, I crush mic’s while eating cereal.

Negro we go both ways it.

So stay wit it, don’t play it.

Ok this is, something I could vibe too.

Ride through drive through while I’m getting high too.

Shawty fine and she begging me to glide through.

Man I swear to god she a dime, eyes sky blue.

Yea I like a lil taste of vanilla shake.

But I don’t talk to her no more cause she hella fake.

She tried to break me to pieces but I never break.

Never trust a bitch, especially if she feather weight.

she light as hell, but them jeans look tight as hell.

don’t fuck wit kids, cause that could get you life in jail.

I’m tryna cruise to the beach and watch the sun rise.

I feel pain when I look into my sons eyes.

it’s a damn shame, I’m staying in my lane.

a lot Niggas be playing wit the fame.

and that’s the problem, when Niggas out tryna get fame.

you stepping in the house of Payne like China McClain.

cause you gotta deal wit niggas all up in ya business.

now you constantly looking around like who is this.

but see a nigga like me, I keep it underground.

some niggas tried to tell me I’m not from their town.

on some Murda B shit, believe it or not.

I rep Camden, South New Jersey.

if you got my name all up in ya mouth you dirty.

niggas staying by my side cause I’m out too sturdy.

fuck a group though I’m back on my solo shit.

bitches bouncing on my dick like a pogo stick.

I be that nasty nigga.

I dare anyone of you niggas to trash me nigga.

I could care less about a man crying.

and bitches know I eat ass like a damn lion.

ever since I stepped into this rap scene.

lotta young niggas getting shot like a vaccine.

bitches getting ass shots like it’s training day.

and niggas pop pills just to take the pain away.

I smoke weed and get high like a airplane.

sleeping like dogs but this should still be a fair game.

I’m up next like a competition.

I’m like a pale face cop bitch, stop resisting.

I’m like a celebrity, I got attention.

I think I got AIDS cause my cock is itching.

wait, nah I meant to say my allergies.

I’m allergic to bullshit obviously.

I swear to god, these hoes ain’t stopping me.

I’m taking me and my girl on a shopping spree.

but I ain’t buying her shit.

if my bitch want a purse, I’ma steal that shit.

and if my bitch try to snitch, I’ma kill that bitch.

my flow sick and this bitch life’s still at risk.

I’m a dark soul, composing a dark imagery.

the rap game look kinda fucked up in the industry.

why niggas pretend to be, something that they not.

I rep Louis and lansdown, pollock.

don’t even try to say I’m wack, you know the flow hot.

you know them niggas gonna react when something dope drop.

don’t try to copy my raps, go rep ya own block.

my shit lit on the track until ya soul stop.