44 Bars
• Written by Anonymous
Freestyle? how about you pay me a dime
for every rhyme that i kick from my crazy ass mind
as i get to blazing to shine, see i'm on the grind
like the bones in your spine as i make your head bang
like rough sex on meth and ex as you wreck the bed - dang
a dollar ten in six bars that i spit hard enough to rip scars
and bust to flip cars, see i'll get hostile and compile verseatile verses
while rehearsing worthwhile words with thoughts in cursive
i'm a wordsmith gifted with a curse bitch,
i burst with this energy that i become immersed with
it's like a thirst kid, and i'm rushin the system
like a riot to the radio, no dust in the rythem
it's a must that you listen cuz i'm touchin with idioms
for idiots who aint getting it when i'm rippin i hit you with-
straight sickness when i enter the center with energy
take you on an adventure that tremor's you mentally it's synergy
you begin to see my identity this is my serenity
musical biochemistry that calms me tremendously
and i come at you endlessly like a hummer rushin thru a tunnel
GET BACK
bitch i'm in the zone like Deion Sanders at cornerback
running for the touchdown, better call the coroner jack
cuz i just killed this shit, consider this a fore runner rap
of what's comin that i give you double vision in like foreigner's back
now notice how i just slowed it down to help you catch up a little bit
cuz i left you in the middle of it the way i spit em a little quick
so now i feel like i'm kickin riddles on Ritalin tryin to hit again
just listen and get the jist as i spit a little wicked
and kick it up a notch,
LET'S GO
i just bust like fuck it if i kick the bucket
at least you get touched with somethin so haters suck it--
i'm rushin with somethin to get em buzzin
so they tell their sisters and cousins
Atone's comin to hush em
they end up with a concussion
as i become apart of a new hip hop discussion
Another sixteen i spit with my flow flammable like benzene
i rip mean and flip with tricks preen til you get a split spleen
i'm slick, serene, have you screamin like fans on the scene of Selena's-
last moments i own it like when i battle opponents in a zone where i'm known to be focused
so it's like an omen you get frozen, i'm potent, i send your family my deepest condolence
i move like a roman- soldier roamin with composure
i told ya it's over i fold ya like cold cuts
i scold ya like foldgers it's hopeless
just take the rope cuz i wrote this for closure