Fast freestyle (wood)

fast freestyle(wood)

I'm consistently good

Persistently misunderstood

But it's okay, I aint sweatin anything

Aint no way I'm a waste it when I get in the ring

Coz I don't play when I'm gettin' to swing

I'm a knock they blocks off

There aint no stop loss

I don't give a fuck who's top boss

 

All beef, you don't need no hot sauce

So those who talk schist better watch it, I'm a squash it and then go get my rocks off

All of you marks soft

SO march off

Coz if you think you can stop me, you halucinate

I'm ill enough to just sit in a dark room and wait

Ruminatin' on doom and fate

And how to apply it to the human race

 

But I'll throw in sumo sized bars just in case

Try to go ain't that you'll get crushed in place

You're all a bunch of fakes, so Shut your face

I'm tired of hearin' your ass vocalize

This phenomena is not localized

You been sleepin on me, ya need to open both your eyes

I'm a rogue scientist

Don't be tryin' this

 

You'll try and miss

Hatas... you can die and lie in piss

Get an amazin' abrasion when ya get hit in the face wit' the flyin' fist

I'm just here to educate but go ahead and hate, I insist

The more you hate the more I know... that I'm on the right track

Ever get the best of me once, I'm a be right back

It's a matter of fact, the mad hatter is back and I know you don't like that

But what I say is true and you can't fight that

 

Let me tell ya right quick

My jeans aint tight fit

You don't like it?

You want hype schistt?

I can't get a deal

Because I say what I feel

Whether it be a bitter pill or just lettin' motha fucker know the deal type schit

Hatas know they can't fuck wit' the flows I spit

I suppose I get

A little bit rabid when I've had it

But I'm tired of dealin' with you silly fat girls

Like Chris Angel gets tired of motha fuckers askin if it's really magic

It's really tragic

How deaf these motha fucker be

I love kickin' it with the wicked schit, it's your crap that sucks to me

I caint figure it, it's nuts to me

How you can keep sellin' that wackness

Y'all some bad actas, and it's a matter of fact it's

Gettin' noticed slowly but surely

I know coz I been watchin since it was early

You heard me

But you don't wanna admit it

So fuck you cuz everybody's a critic

But most of 'em are probly synthetic

Sympathetic to they pathetic cause

I just came into the game but fuck it, let it pause

It just schit itself, let it get it's draws

Cleaned and try to regain it's composure

I don't even need or want fame, it's exposure

Means the bloody death and sick sex is over

All y'all gets a poser

So I aint doin that cuz I'm so celsius I can snow on Mexico just to make Texas colder