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Freeway got a voice like an electric guitar |
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I'm the bass to it |
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Walk to the speaker hold your face to it |
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Freezer |
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[Freeway] |
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I'm 'bout to rip it straight from the rip |
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Body every beat the scriptures to me that we close to the end |
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Listen, Kill 'em with the spit and put my boys in position |
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So none of my niggas got to pitch on the street |
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It's Young Freezer the bar spitter the big beard |
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From the city of brotherly hate where we bear eagles |
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The desert kind and we pay them coppers no never mind |
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Niggas still palm heaters |
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My hood is bad they turn teen they grab ninas |
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A couple aunts one mother no dad |
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Streets was their father figure and they never had |
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that's why they run up in your spot with a couple glocks |
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Had hunger pains I couldn't make it to eat |
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Got introduced to Islam started making Salat |
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We in two different cities |
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Minnnesota and Philly |
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But I'm on the same page as Brother Ali |
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[Brother Ali talking] |
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Yeah Joell Ortiz, get it |
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[Joell Ortiz] |
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I Ain't make believe like some of these costume ****ers |
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So YAOWAH, I literally got you Brother |
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Ain't a hood too rough ain't a block too gutter |
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These rappers starting to look like them pork chops you smother |
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Slide me a fork damn right I eat pork |
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I'm sick I dine on the swine flu with every thought |
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Every track I rhyme to develops a heavy cough |
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Till it's fully blown and it turns into a smelly corpse |
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I'm eatin' I ain't fat this just how my belly floss |
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I'm on the road so much I'm build me a telly porch |
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Bitches be hawkin' I be turnin' my celly off |
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They crazy like the ass on Miss Tracee Ellis Ross |
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Come home early I might be in that bed of yours |
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Girls like me I'm sort of like a walking metaphor |
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And this mic seems like it kinda just might be a gift and a curse |
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They give me ass and curse me out when I don't make 'em wifey |
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I'm on the set mic check like your favorite Nikes |
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A Rhyme Sayer so it's only right that they invite me |
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On the track with 'em I'm oozing that rap rhythm |
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Could rhyme forever whatever |
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I'll let Ali scrap with 'em |
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[Brother Ali] |
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Some of the greatest got respect for the way that I rock the set |
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But you ain't seen no Jacob shit dangling off my neck |
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So of course, dudes around the way are all suspect |
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Why them Rhymesayers boys ain't break you off with a check |
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Wait a minute it's not that I ain't get it |
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It's just that I'm considerate |
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And shit about they way I spend it |
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You ain't never heard me say I'm pimpin' |
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I referee the game I'm in and so I play it |
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Different I Need the deed to my home and the title to my car |
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Make sure that my health and my life are all insured |
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If I ain't got all four I consider myself poor |
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Diamonds to the floor is something I can not afford |
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You see these cats and most of them are lying |
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Selling CDs and packs, both of them are dying |
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My man Free earned that shit it ain't a costume |
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And I ain't 'bout to cop a fake joint to give props to 'em |
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You ain't seen nothing crazy on my arm |
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My kids got a stay at home mom |
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Until my grand kids are straight I ain't buying jewelry |
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And truly can't thank my fans enough for what they do for me |
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Industry suits wasn't digging my jams |
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I tour like a madman build my brand |
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Soundscan never meant nothing to the fans |
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They ain't in it for the trends they want to listen to the man |
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I give 'em what I can and when I'm in the jam |
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I get to spittin' so ridiculous they pissing in their pants |
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They listen every chance that they can get it their hands |
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Until they wear the CD out and go and get that shit again |
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God damn it got me back on my rap shit |
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Got that home run king batting average |
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Achievements, no 'roids taken, no astrict, don't need it |
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No styles bitten, no ass kissed |
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Believe it |
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Record is flawless my respect is enormous |
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My current peer group is a short list |
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Only way I lose if I forfeit |
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The only way you climb in these shoes is if I tire of the throne and climb off it |
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Dont' hold your breath on it |
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Only begun |
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If you ain't the Rhymesayers I don't owe you a crumb |
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Can't no MC call me his son |
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The lowest ever been uttered is kid brother but that's only been one |
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I paved my own road to the sun |
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My aura glow has become |
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A beacon of hope the closer I come |
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I'm sorry there can only be one |
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Champ around here I am not a peer |
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I'm up here, you down there |
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Look down and the ground's near |
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Au contraire I hear you heart pound fear loud and clear |
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Feet of sasquatch |
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MC's are mad soft |
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Make their weak ass glass jaw meet the asphalt |
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Better hope Ali don't blast off |
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He'll twist your hand off |
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Take you in the back and saw the cast off |
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Can't slow him up the more he get the more he want |
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They steady telling me hip hop is in some sort of rut |
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That's cause they watching the TV and they ignoring us |
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It ain't my fault they fail to see that we done tore it up |
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I'm from a broken mold y'all are from that carbon cut |
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That shit has all been done before |
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I'm here to call your bluff |
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I don't compare myself to dead rappers |
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I'm here to write the next chapter in braille and left handed |
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Consider yourself reprimanded |
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Fresh rap shit and y'all know we the best at it |