Beast Mode (Chonkyfire Freestyle)

Lucifer's shooting ya, boost ya, ruthless, it grew just stupid,

the groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

he uses it, the music, and stupid, he'll just abuse it,

and spit the truth in the booth that'll hang 'em on crucifixes,

predictin' the system's future, these rappers are distant losers,

he's cruisin' like Bruce Wayne as a youth to prove his mixes,

he's stupid as 2 Chainz but Wu Tang was the group,

that would prove to the youth truth was the best, clueless bitches,

respect my conglomerate, 'cuz it's obvious that the conscious,

underground rappers hate us for sellin' out 'cuz we dominant,

hostile when bombing posses like kamikazes, he's positive,

poppin' rocks when he locks a Glock, shots at the moderates,

stirrin' a crock of shit like the rocks for the cops to rob 'em,

and hop in the cockpit bumpin' the Pac, 'cuz rappers opposite,

cocky pricks and apologies obviously don't bother him,

lived in the poverty with the robbers, he's like a boxer, bitch,

feeling obnoxious, shoved into lockers and boxes, prominent,

were the bullies that pushed him, the pussies just got lost in it,

crossin' his fingers, now that shit lingers, and no doubt,

that his soul to the Devil's owed, now he flows in him, sold out,

they're frozen and cold and smokin' the bowls of dope and then coast,

just hawking up all the coke in they nose 'till they choke out,

he's coasting from coast to coast with a flow that he boasts over it,

dope as shit and he knows it, a soldier, they're so proud,

the best to the least, West to the East, but he's the East Coast,

emcees can just be deceased and leave it in peace, beast mode,

the streets in the breeze float the trees, he's got his cee-lo,

and steelo leaks through the leaves, I keep phillies like Pete Rose,

a freak, he's a beast unleashed, an emcee who just eats beats,

and in beef you'll agree with it too, leavin' the streets beast mode