Revised Ten Minute Freestyle
• Written by metaphase4
Yeah
Hear our verses and
You know we back
7 lil Devils
With more flavor than your grocery bag
Yeah, you supposed to gag
Im spitting emetics
Call ya self like ten medics
Setting rappers up like booby traps
booming attitude like I'm moving crack
Who is that? New Pac, so just say that Juice is back
these candy rappers oozing sap
Spinning mind like lazy Susan
Coming with the oozie rap
The flow's as deep as oceans, soul like Billy Ocean
Full crew like the Olsen twins
Motown poet potent, crazy motivation
call i loco motive
bumping guns n roses
when my pen's in focus
goal is to rip prose sicker than my promo is
adios I'm overdosing off precociousness
loco kids
polo shirts, pogo sticks
go solo with a mic
tight enough to get you claustrophobic
Stoic meets trap
like ya girl meets ya enemy
Harnessing energy
purchasing bottles of Synergy
sinister entity
tricks up the sleeve, I'm Biggie
They tried us 2015, 2016 double jeopardy
conscience lives in me
music resurrected me
now, I'm going on a heist
to be the greatest alive
I mean
My name is the Zeitgeist
can't see me like poltergeist
Mauling corny rappers
and feeding 'em all formaldehyde
Funk like master flex
Snapping necks, I'm the best
Need big Green like a T rex
Bugged out like insects in incest
CT got bars for days
HUB squad for days
Twisting the game all kinds of ways
Pardon me I'm
Marley Marl meets Bob Marley
Me and the army
throwing party's on a party bus, Messing the game up
like Steve Harvey
no wonder Columbia mad at us
chrysalistic
symptoms of severe syphilis
from Motor City, Michigan
Keep on rolling like Michelin
converting sissies to Sisyphus
cause I'm in cahoots with Zeus
Blackness is my mode
consuming loads of poultry
theory coterie
snorting poetry like coke products
Fluent in English and Ebonics
came out the womb demonic
with two copies of The Chronic
New dynamic
wreaking havoc, causing hemorrhage
Illmatic addict with
injection straps up in my attic
I want a pack of stans
Amsterdam to Pakistan
Rocking vans, copping
boards with bands
from my last poetry slam
(Second Verse)
You see, We haven't even peaked yet
But the way we eat the emcees up
you could swear we had pica
I have a billion reasons to pick up a microphone
I needed outlets from the outset
and stages is thrones
Listen, Every line is my memoir
Cause I reflect my life in it
when I spit it, I vividly depict that
The world is ours
I got so many bars
yall would think I broke a law
Yall seem to like Future
but my Future is Odd
I treat spitting
like a job
but I record in a garage
and me and the entourage
Keep it Meek like Minaj
I think I'm the only emcee coming of age
bumping The Breaks while
going a thousand M-P-H
It's a new type of breed
CT from Motown
doing it now
Stampeding impedes
Believing in exceeding expectations guaranteed
See, it's just me
The Kid
D M T
Rhyze
Munch Man
Mastermind
and John Kitchen
With the erudition
new addition, new atmosphere
So I fear that your air is missing
So imma dedicate this to those
who keep up the doubting
undoubtably got the most rowdy sounding
seven rapscallions around
and I'm proud of it
the days are coming so start counting
One day we'll prevail
When we hit the underground running
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About the Artist
metaphase4
Member since October 12 2015