| Freestylin' on the mic get in the goFreestylin' on the mic so let if flow
 Freestylin' on the mic get in the go
 First on the microphone psycho
 
 Taking rappers like hot dice, like hot nights in Vegas
 Got says they hate us 'cause they are fucking with the greatest
 Niggers that pull gats and steal gats just like potatoes
 Knowing they couldn't break us or take us now fake us take us out, no doubt
 Make us serve your ass with a teck
 Making rappers bow down like the west side connect
 I want the ice like cube, so I blast with the mac ten
 But trust me, I'm throwing up the dub just like dub C
 Plus we fucks it up on both coasts
 Don't show clouts when I rip shot, putt niggers in zip lock
 Fucking with this hip hop fanatics still automatic
 Yes I smoke Kryptonite, get it right, my site is tight
 Got wicked ways like MR Mike
 Get the gauge in the night these niggers running loose, get the bodies
 These niggers in Khakis and not Versace
 Somebody should have told you, son it's on like that
 With the ice man bitch and I am gone like that
 
 Freestylin' on the mic get in the go
 Freestylin' on the mic so let it flow
 Freestylin' on the mic get in the go
 And next on the microphone cnote
 
 I got some bidnez that I gotta handle
 See this is kinda risky but I'm gonna have to take the gamble
 Niggers they trying to plot a scheme on me
 Double and triple teams on me
 I'll make them bleed for me
 And that's how it is going down
 I won't be satisfied until I see that ass six feet underground
 'Cause you fucked around and pissed the wrong brother off
 You lied to yourself when you said I was soft
 Now that's a no no, with manhole I'll formulate a plan yo
 That will make your children bastards and your wife a widow
 Trying to battle me that's a sin
 And be like Toni Braxton and you'll never breath again
 'Cause I hit hard like thunder, straight from the under
 Ground with the sound that will make Stevie wonder
 Hard, but let me continue
 Serving MC's like lettuce on the menu
 Pound for pound up in this game to be the best
 Back the fuck up off me motherfucker 'cause I'm stressed
 You'll wind up in a casket fucking with me
 You get your ass kicked hit you harder than an accident
 
 Lets get down to pleasure
 And beat the kid out the treasure
 Let me measure this here joint 'cause it'll be nothing lesser
 I'll betcha that I'll get it wide open like hosteler
 Vanilla kobe surround all of you like kobe
 And leave you in suspense like who done that
 You checked with grandma
 I'll be the last man standing off lyrical stamina
 I round up one hundred MC's in one city
 Knock off ninety nine and a half
 And that leaves a half that wanna face me
 I'll leave him face down in the dirt
 Call the paramedics check the body for surgery with anesthetic
 Total mass in a mass stocker, hit the creator
 Set it off like Michael Meyers in a double mattny feature
 Feature funky rhymes that are hard to swallow
 Send your ass until tomorrow, you'll be hoping to escape the horror
 Now pay attention to today's lesson
 And in for your possession
 Recognize these freestyle confession
 I'll step aside a case like Kojak giving up the evidence but I leave no
 Fingerprints
 Yo put the scrip off in a case like mattock
 Come bumpin' on your block
 And clean your ass up like Dr. Spock
 
 Freestylin on the mic get in the go
 Freestylin on the mic so let it flow
 Freestylin on the mic get in the go
 And next on the mic it's the ice, so let it flow
 
 It's the incredible party rocker, the heart stopper, hit dropper
 Hypnotize you all like big poppa
 Getting everybody blazed with the funky don't stop
 As I detonate the spot like Oklahoma on your block
 Like it will be the day that I don't blow up any buildings
 When you hear me boy gonna beat the microphone I'm killing
 Registering ten on the richer when I shake it
 With the earthquake based my taste blowing out your woofers
 Put you in a state of shock like Mick and Mike so get it right
 Making is the night
 Just to let you know my click is tight, right
 We got women up front shaking ass
 Just about stripping want to put on the glass
 Pass the phat philly as I heat it up like chili
 Put down the gun son, there is no need for the nine milli
 Got the meat for the barbecue so spark a few hops
 Watch as I raid your spot like spartan infatruate your whole block
 
 
 HATA BİLDİR
 
 
 
 
 
 
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