FREESTYLE SESSION 40 OR 50 (Resp...

J-B - FREESTYLE SESSION 40 OR 50 (Response to Every Diss)

(John Burgoyne Rapping Parody)

Set on October 28, 1789

Intro:

Just give me a moment, gotta set up this beat then I’ll show y’all how it’s done

Freestyle (0:21):

Freestyle:

Yeah, they call me the Reaper while smokin’ on that reefer, couldn’t be greener, I’m the best, did my research ‘cuz I’m a scholar and reader, don’t need a feature for a good future either, bars so hot givin’ opps a fever, hide the body in the freezer, oh Hamilton, about Eliza, I’m a cheater way Imma sleeper, turn this wife-beater to a weeper and a seether, he could seize her and I’d still reach her though he’s a fleer, no, I’m not a teether, I’m the leader, drug dealer, bitch stealer, via death depression healer, the senior, words blastin’ through a speaker, the teacher, a walkin’ heater, cant be toned down by sweetener, gon’ make the rival gang leader a cook and cleaner, ‘cuz I’m an eager dreamer, obstacle leaper, still goin’ deeper, purple Sprite by the liter, take all your keepers, ‘cuz I’m a series sweeper, they all fear me, got all my shottas gon’ answer back like Siri, killin’ you dearly, do it more often than yearly, but y’all some kiddies, shoot you in both kidneys, this ain’t a cartoon, this ain’t Disney, quit tryna diss me, know y’all secretly miss me, but I’m busy lookin’ youthful while y’all lookin’ like your in your sixties, respond quickly, they all hittin’ me up like I’m Biggie, I’m checkin’ out their raps, start feelin’ sickly, so I went back to the lean sipping, way y’all trash is quite sickening, know Yung George’s walls are sticky white, that bitch piss me off, so I pull out the blicky, suck the life out of you like an anaconda, no Nicki, snipe your ass out the Cobra you can’t afford from my Honda then my homie from his Mazda, poision you like a mamba, my shottas ain’t want yo drama, so they catch you lackin’ in Ghana among its fauna, my mic turnin’ this place to a sauna, face fate so you better brace, I got too much for hate of ya for this space, so I’ll break you like a vase and leave no trace so you get out my face and get off my case, Glocks in the suitcase, there’s a reason they call me Scarface, this foul play ends today, you dont even know the state of your birthplace, I showcase my skills and outrace a disgrace, lace his beer with some Mace, got him trippin’ like a shoelace, don't be lyin’ to me wit’ a straight face, mark my words, I’ll kill you among these shards of glass, leave you scarred in the backyard, Imma die hard for this cash like John McClane, detain him like a security guard, call up the Coast Guard and also the National Guard, y’all some animals, none of my statements aren’t rational, all of my statements are factual, this temper’s flammable, grows at a gradual pace, tension’s palpable, fuck up that stupid capitol, British took your capital, y’alls claims are laughable while I aim for maximal damage ‘cuz fuck Samuel M., my shit’s so valuable it ain’t taxable, kill all these bums like Hannibal ‘cuz I’m a cannibal my rule’s international and my rules are understandable, but y’all are bipolar as fuck, so focused on rackin’ child support y’all keep gettin’ cucked, yes, I would fuck with someone’s shit if not all of them sucked, like none of y’all won on skill, y’all just lucked, nobody in here really knows how to be tough for real, y’all hooked on lust, get yo shit together before it’s all tape, and the kind ain’t duct, yeah stealin’ from yo son’s trust, that’s a nice stunt, but please go back to rollin’ in peace blunts, no buts or y’all gonna end fucked up.

Pre-Bridge (3:19):

Oh, fuck

(Long pause until 3:40, screaming, gurgling, and aching noises from J-B)

Something’s taking oveR MEEEEEEEEEEE-

Bridge:

But yeah, I got more shit to say and y’all better listen.

If you got a gunshot to the temple, do you really believe you could solve it wit’ a couple disses.

Like, sure, maybe figuratively, but literally, does it truly help?

Not just you, your people too, but do y’all care if it doesn’t involve yourself.

If one day, and your friends was hit by a bullet, would you be scared?

Or if he had to go to the ICU, if you were fine, would you care?

If you know your violence would be your very downfall, would you put down the gun?

Drop the gangs, live a normal peace and focus on fun?

Or would y’all still be killin’, catchin’ bodies in the suburban streets.

Y’all need to remember this shit is real, can’t just erase reality over a beat.

If y’all lost your teeth to a fist, would y’all find it in your hearts to stop?

Or would y’all not even do your persona right, drop an opp wit’ the Glock then call the cops.

If your family was on the line, would y’all take care of your own?

Or would y’all chase the unreachable like some kids, and physically, y’all are grown.

So, what I’m tryna say, is all this shit worth it?

Or is it just a mindless way of life, no care yo loved ones hurtin’.

Outro (4:38):

Yeah, Back-Then-Recordz, on behalf of J-B.

And please, y’all, if y’all aint gonna do it right, just give it up.