"Out of Context" freestyle
• Written by Lil_Ice_WOD
Lil_Ice_WOD's Notes
I was thinking about doing a UK drill type song for a while now but here it is. I threw in some lines that are pretty clever so I enjoyed it. I feel like I repeated myself alot but I can't freestyle so. . . .This was a random freestyle to a random beat. My homie recorded the whole thing so I could bring it to ya'll but I'm going to remaster the audio first. Also hmu for a collab or 2. I feel like making some collabs for my album before I go to record in the studio. Enjoy!
(Starts at 0:12)
- Verse 1 -
Straight to the song, put down the soda
Speaking out of context, call a boy yoda
Never started beef, but, fuck TheRealYoda
A lie, but never cap, that's what I told ya
Never did a diss before, so here is what I said
Get on the drill type beat, and get shit out of your head
Damn near free-handing this shit, trying to race to the bread
But I never write on the freestyle, that shit is dead
(Starts at 0:40)
All in the comments, like an internet thread
Never shot at a nigga, them niggas instead
telling cap all in their songs, but light I shall shed
Imma lay them all down right now, goodnight go to bed
Sing shit with an accent, like I smoke cigarettes
Screaming out what's bracking, just like he got Tourettes
Uk drill beat is what we on, but we don't stress
Pull up on your block, checkmate, like we playing chess
(Starts at 1:07)
If this wasn't a freestyle, this would be a chorus
But back down, my niggas are here, they shoot for us
Bring flowers all for your grave, call me the florist
Shutters on cameras, remind you of shots, call me a tourist
Back to the hard lines, Russia and Ukraine
No one expected that, so against the grain
They hear bars all in my raps, so they complain
Imma demon all on the beat, call me Lil Wayne
I take all of the money, stamina drain
Skyrim line all on the beat, you can't contain
I got a bitch, she from Wilkes-Barre, Diary of Jane
I could never tell on my homie, rather go insane
(Starts at 1:47)
Yet again back to this, back to the future
Hiding pop culture all in the bars, I call it humor
I come up with shit in a minute, like a computer
Need to freestyle on beats, come get you a tutor
I could write songs to beats all day, call it a day-job
But at night, ride down with the gang, shots might they pop
I started beef, but now I want chicken
Lines don't rhyme, wonders bout that, you must be the ops
You call me Pyschosocial, is that a Slipknot bar
You wanted a roof, but my car got the stars
Running up the charts, me and homies are superstars
I never went up to the police, but I've been behind bars
(Starts at 2:27:500) (Yes. it starts between 2:27 and 2:28)
Never told anyone what happened, kept under wraps like a mummy
Always talk about my mistakes, but don't think I'm a dummy
I only admit to them cause I human, think that it's funny
When opposition complain, cause that's when I get the money
(Outro stuff)
But no respect, no apology
Shit's all in my property
No one better than me
Homies on the opposition they shoot shots for me
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Lil_Ice_WOD
Member since September 9 2021