Official Freestyle Thread

Yo some more sick shit to spice things up a bit. Leaking like milk from a big tit. Want some ? Let me here you say yum chewing on bubble gum. Dropping thoughts for the mind you don't usually find. Who fell off behind ? Left em' were they last sat eating swine. Or flying around in the dark like a bat, doing my regular thing packing the gat. If you got a fat stack best watch your back. Cause niggaz like me is starving for large meals even if it means pulling out the the knife for carving. It's ice cream called Carvel. Like the girls sporting the pearls with strawberry swirls. She got me catching nuts like squirls. I make her squirm for it till she's on her hands and knees for my sperm. Man where's the book-worm ? I like to have my homework done on time just like my rhymes. Then I'm out chasing skirts scoring all over them dum flirts. Occasionally leaving hard-knocks in the dirt if they lines don't work. They could always use mines gauranteed like cards on Valentines. Love to stay and play but I got some girl who needs my hose to spray. Have a nice day and be on the look out for anyone that looks gay.

anyone that looks gay as Intellekt should be slapped
til his face got nuff bruises to match wit his knee caps
a dog wont hear a flea rap, he'll just scratch em
next fool who C.O.P rap, let em know that I must blast em
fuck these snitches, do em like ugly bitches wit gap teeth
beat em, leave em in the gutter to let the rats eat
gon slap these hoes as soon as Im back home
these happy hoes gon change they mood wit a cracked dome
mack these hoes, some bitches thinkin i love em
out gettin my money while Im dickin they cousin
put a bitch in the oven like a pot roast for actin reckless
mothafucka I got toast, I'll eat you for breakfast
4 in the mornin, give you a hole like a bagel
by lunch you in a bag and your toe got a label
eat dinner at ya bitch house, honey under the table
she givin mouth cuz I'm gettin money under the table

yeh your a dog, and im a human being
my minds superior to your simple rhyme scheme
you act black but you rap like a caucasion
this bitch is gonna get put down like euthanasia
so shhhhh go to sleep and have dreams where i tutor ya
everythings all peace till you wake and found out you got noodered brah
its like rapin' ya broad in the dark
then i'll shove your removed balls in your mouth and hush your wannabe rottweiler bark
you ain't no pittbul, you ain't kung fu
get off the wutang forum 'cause the only style your bringin is shit-zu
i'll hit you, man there's nothing to be proud of being a male poodle
you judge male looks? you must be bi
talk about a queer guy giving a straight guy the eye
i know you hear me loud and clear
i'll stick my dick in a o-zone hole and fuck up your atmosphere

man get the fuck outta the cypher, u aint rhymin off the last word, u aint bringin any wordplay or nothin to the table, you dont even have any flow. your lyrics look like the average white guy tryin to flow and u waste space on the page with that weak ass garbage

go write some poetry about spendin your birthday alone eatin ice cream and watchin Mean Girls jerkin your virgin dick to lindsay lohan or somethin, u aint even worthy of internet rappin

blah blah blah, quit your bitchin' n hatin'
ha ha ha, your a canadian that eats fake bacon

^^ weak ass nursery rhymes

atmosphere full of fear, death is near, the shrap is here
molotov cocktails bombs knives guns and bats is here
go to war with these bitches over weed dust, three bucks
BUCK BUCK BUCK, throw you in the pond to bleed duck
eject mountains of slugs, erect fountains of blood
talkin like you drunk i rip the mouth off ya mug
stay killin these snitches, clownin these internet bitches
hoes aint gettin me riches? then im givin em stitches
ask that Pitbull money is always a major issue
hear yall fags scream like you gals when them blades just rip you
now to speak on this internet fag thats straight lyin
how its a rap if half of your shit aint rhymin
weak lines with no flow, unquestionably homo
ill challenge ya whole crew to box, hoes wont show
its just you and your Brokeback Mountain DVD
I turn your face into a fountain, aint seein me
ya visions too clouded but i aint sell you no PCP
vegetable ass bitch I gon make me some BLTs
you battled me once and got fuckiin slaughtered
you too bitch to get sonned, you got fuckin daughtered
and aint shit changed you aint make no improvements
you a broke ass tool, stuck watchin Home Improvement
be a choked ass fool if you step in my zone
tears down your face givin head to the chrome
gaggin on deep throat, haha youll be smoked bitch
leave you wit deep holes bleedn' in a deep ol ditch
when you see those clips better run ya ass home
have you smokin crack and givin em old cats dome
only way you gon git cash, I slang yo bitch ass
if you aint got my money betta hang yo bitch ass
pray the rope dont snap, ill make ya wish youre dead
stop cryin faggot bitch and give the pistol head
BANG, shot ya bwoy, N.E.L be that shotta bwoy
bout it bout it wit the shotty body a batty bwoy

wack...heard it all too much. same shit over and over.
you ain't about shit, talkin all the "BUCK BUCK BUCK" b.s.
shut up and go suck cam'rons dick..

ayo...

Thiz my last spit..Y U GASPIN? catch ya breath..throat-a-asprin..rymz float wit magic../
linez close ya trap quick.. one blow disasterous.. gun toke a master with trigger threatz../
niggaz upset..pictures will vex..evidence u givin sex..resemblance rip ya rest..guilt as men flexed./
captured ya silk wet threadz..u a nasty bastid who been plexed..claimin u str8..since when..?/

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Originally Posted by iNtell3kT

wack...heard it all too much. same shit over and over.
you ain't about shit, talkin all the "BUCK BUCK BUCK" b.s.
shut up and go suck cam'rons dick..

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you cant call shit wack when those are your lyrics... its INCREDIBLY WEAK shit mixed with a few big words pretendin to be deep... u need a fuckin english class to learn how to properly use lyrical devices and u need to stop usin words u barely know the meaning of before u fuck up and bust the 2nd true line youve ever rapped after u admitted your thoughts travel at an inferior rate

in the year or so youve been droppin "lyrics" here your shit went from bein 100% nonsensical to 99.9% nonsensical and the quality hasnt improved any, just stop cuz u will NEVER be able to write lyrics, let alone rap with your fuckin 5 year old girl voice and weak ass flow

yo will you two shut the fuck up and battle already and stop bullshitting all over this thread, nobody gives a damn.

peace

Nobody gives a damn! i'll kill a Bitch in Miami
washed up body by the Algae! dont STand a chance
come up with a Plan or get burnt to ashes lookin like grains of Sand..

The infection is set, Don't ever start obsessin' ya bets..either
Grow red with a devils heart straight posessin' the text...EAGER
The perception is met...More lessons than best...teachers
Pure Agression, INTENSE, Nor lessen SUSPENSE..clearer?

Goliath from ancient times, supply wit drums to BREAK tainted minds
Guns whom take 'way-with life, Slums painted with GRAY ancient strife

the gods placin all bets playin russian roulette
vexed off the cest n becks......drunken mess
my un-orthadox styles fresher than crest
and im aimin at ya head so whats the point of the vest
yall some amateurs at best with rhymes that dont impress
so hit the deck or come test.... a real dart thrower
scarin cats like whisky to a nigga one year sober
rap ogar with a the rep of a vet street soldier

street--soldier!!

Weed Smoker Green Leaf Blower like a Machine Leaf Blower!
Speed Snorter!! best believe i can get dat shit for free..call me a freethrower..

free thrower.......

walkin slower like camels in the saharra goin nowhere
my flow is like an olympic gold medal winning rower
my mind is meddling in pergitory werkin slower
so much coke in my nose like im attatched to a snowblower

lol weak

4.4 Toter! 44 Holisters For Jehova a creation like Jenova!
but this aint final fantasy! Imma Idol..my..Fans..they Scream!
just spittin with Intuition, i'm Into Bitches! fuck ya gay's call..ya..DipShit!
call me W n D, spillin those sicc spits like they WD 40..

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Originally Posted by White N Dangerous

call me W n D, spillin those sicc spits like they WD 40..

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I'm tellin hoes when to go like they E-40
she aint got my dough then I don't need shorty
I tell a trick ass mothafucka to stop lustin
Cash in my hand or it's that Glock bustin
Not trustin nothin but gats in my hand
Hoes gotta supply cuz they ass in demand
Fuck up and we gon see how you love the steel
Your stank ass puss or a fuckin meal?
The mothafuckin hundred dollar question
Ya booty gon get a hundred dollar session
One at a time til my pockets swole
I don't love hoes, just rock and roll
Lock and load if them hoes tryna speak shit
Fill em wit holes to fill a deep ditch
Talk loco, I'll show you who more crazy
Leave you covered in blood like a newborn baby
Only a mother could love your ugly face
Get smothered wit slugs, wit no fuckin trace
no evidence, or maybe make it evident
Splattered brains of haters paint they residence
Got somethin thats made to stain ya shirt bro
Run ya gap and get thrown in a dirt hole

and meet me 666 cause im always stuck in tha termoil,burn boil fake rappers steez, my rhymes scold most free mcs that step to the devils breeze,sever these limbs in 3'z than im shreaden beatz,on tha trax or the heart,makin in harder than a stroke to breath,
no remorse from me,suppose ta be the reject that loves ta see ya bleed.....

I’m the king of crunk, but also am a mermaid,
I like singing drunk, my torso’s where the fur lays,
Cos I’m also a werewolf, watch me bare my fangs,
I chew the bark off the tree where Jye hangs,
Nearby is a meadow, it’s said folks lurk there,
In the misty shadows of Ed the broke jerk’s lair,
Where they share tales of murder and slaughter,
Mayor Jay’s flared tail gets him further in water,
He races with sharks with the pace of a dart,
That pierces the board with no trace and no mark,
My face is a mask, there is nothing beneath it,
Inside my mouth there are only three teeth, shit,
Where are the rest? Bears scar my flesh, pests,
Stare hard at breasts, Which pairs are the best?
The answer’s in the cancer on Clare Hardy’s chest.

think you hard? we test, and pull your fuckin bitch card
yea I keep the cash and the stash right where the clips are
think you badass? got the sawed off like Mad Max
pull out black gats and tell ya pull out ya Tampax
think you run it? you can catch a hundred fuckas
the Calico underground you plus them faggot undercovers
think you cuttin the beef, put slugs in ya Jeep
bulletholes fuck up ya rims then I cut, yea it's deep
think you can dead it? mothafucka you wrong
go on and sing ya guillotine song, get beheaded
I bleep out ya ugly face like a radio edit
run to the fuckin States, or to Haiti, you said it
you aint no gangsta you aint even a thug
look at that bitch you sleepin wit, uggggg
you must be some kind of fuckin closet punk
ya bitch got no body wit a lil boys haircut
fuckin bisexual ass faggot

This is how I do a sorry individual talkin shit.....

I'll whirl wind you ass thru a wall
body bag you
drive you slow thru NY city
Ship you back to Africa
let my ancestor do a tribal dance for ya
your tombstone reads
FUNKY FOUL WHITE PUNK
this what you get for talking junk about WU TANG & LATINO WU
Nat Turner ain't dead
Young Evers carries a shottea
Martin Luther King
stands right along side me
The HOME OF SHAKA
is the CITADEL of GODBROTHER

Don't fuck with a man
that will walk in your home
and bury your bones
in your mothers' soul


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ayo........

ayo.. im contagious like ivy poison..find me pointin 9's @ annoited kindz..choice is..chosen..
voices spoken tellin me backup.. my strykez are potent..fight emotionz of righteous mental motionz..
thoughtz-a-dent-ya focus..too much to handle..death approaches..move? tha next is hopeless..
cruise wit method noted..escape..breath is blown kid..
Im gone leavin chests broken wit heated text flowin..!! ^O^

fuck that text flowin when they know im bout em teks blowin
these armour piercin slugs goin to leave ya vest smokin
these pussy ass cowards poppin off at the keyboard
look them bitches in they eyes and only see whores
fuck em, dump em, show em the repercussions
they aint street smart, just geeks thats frontin
i put all em bitches in a wooden casket or pine box
when im whoopin ass its drastic, im firin glocks
see im used to the one thing bitch but im adaptable
they didnt really mean it but dont know they still blastable
its almost depressin, these hoes repressin me! PSYCHE
when fo's is pressin to ya dome u gonna say PSYCHE?
fuck that shit, i cant respect cuz i dont believe
like menstruation im known to cause hoes to bleed
did i clap him, id give his number, dont ask me ask him
problem is i exposed the bitch when i made his ass need aspirin
snitch and disappear bitch!!!

get a clue cut the Mustard or get stitched,
leave ya exposed flailing ya arms with loose wrists,
I boost quick chirp and I'm off to pull cards,
leave ya sprawled on the ground I move like U-Haul,
whats the use Ya'll the sheep follow and never stray,
holdin chips glocks forty's and Ak's,
out of our mind meat racking our own community,
brain cells be wasted on movies music and TV,
leave our own neighbors split open like a loose leaf,
as we stew beef with clicks crew's and sets,
this society is caught in a net...we're used flesh

ya know imma get on this afta my man...


everytime i turn the page, it gets worse and Hurts for Dayz
seems... like the Birds everything i Ate..Regurgiates!
fuck a Murder Rate! puke Stains Irate on my MindState!
Tales of Scoundrels and Jesters! Hail! "Counte Dangerous of the Westward"
more Pleasure then Bee's gathering Nectar! sense enemy's like a Sensor!

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Originally Posted by bigben

get a clue cut the Mustard or get stitched,
leave ya exposed flailing ya arms with loose wrists,
I boost quick chirp and I'm off to pull cards,
leave ya sprawled on the ground I move like U-Haul,
whats the use Ya'll the sheep follow and never stray,
holdin chips glocks forty's and Ak's,
out of our mind meat racking our own community,
brain cells be wasted on movies music and TV,
leave our own neighbors split open like a loose leaf,
as we stew beef with clicks crew's and sets,
this society is caught in a net...we're used flesh

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used flesh..whoz next..part crew tentz..start movin explosivez.. pru-dent../
get close kid..get roasted..when hostin a show wit bigBEN we stick men wit tip endz../
knivez rip ribz..livez give in..strife hidden in my sight meridian..excite vivian..my wife../

my wife stay gettin fatter, im married to tha dough
that snitch is bitchwhipped like he married to tha hoe
I get J K'ed and smoke an L, we soakin well
angel of judgement I send these hoes to hell
cradle of love bitch I get it rockin slip the cock in
makin the punishment, leave em bitches knockin
get slayed wit a love kiss from a 45 glock
makin assumptions bout this and that til ya drop
pavement is covered in the blood of a fraud
stay on that dumb shit, i send you suckas to God
somethin is odd, I dont feel no remorse
from these weak hoes there wont be no recourse
guess its my destiny to walk with Death next to me
stick my dick in them bitches poppin that ecstasy
to get me this paper quick ill mentally rape a bitch
put her on the corner to find tricks that pay to dick

I put a pen to the pad
like I put a hand to these bitches
show no mercy
all you cats are wack
Dont step
going against me
is like
going against your dick size
put it back in your draws
an shut the fuck up

Where i'm from
is the Boogie Down Bronx
not the BX
so here is a middle finger
to funk flex

I squash my enemies with ease
you feel that breeze
Its them wack rappers
tip towing
around me
I go head
always
standing straight up

*.B
*.R
G.O.D
*.T
*.H
*.E
*.R

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Originally Posted by Godbrother

I put a pen to the pad
like I put a hand to these bitches
show no mercy
all you cats are wack
Dont step
going against me
is like
going against your dick size
put it back in your draws
an shut the fuck up

Where i'm from
is the Boogie Down Bronx
not the BX
so here is a middle finger
to funk flex

I squash my enemies with ease
you feel that breeze
Its them wack rappers
tip towing
around me
I go head
always
standing straight up

*.B
*.R
G.O.D
*.T
*.H
*.E
*.R

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Ima have to hold up a fellow bronxman...

ayo..

We STOMPIN soldierz wit CONSCIOUS folderz of BOMBS.. Immobilze, HARM!..
wipe ya KINFOLD off planet wit THIS DROP..KICK SNOT out BIG SHOTZ..(line charm)
RICH get DROPPED wit THIS GLOCK..6 part ya KNOT + WHEN COPS.. arrive itz 2 late..
nigga FORGET CLOCKS..cuz in BRONX ya time has been robbed!..me nevah 2 face..
Stay TRUE to FLAVEZ..blaze CUBAN papez..cruise on -> TAYLOR <- crewz on CHASE...
CHOOSE-a-MATE.. fine female ride front so I can MOVE not RAPE..smooth rate..
She sooth mah face.. stress build up from vet spill up.. killed many MCS who "peel once"..


you kno tha deal son.... :9

I aint the one to be blastin a slug... or packin a snub
I'd rather leave ya body Wrapped in a rug... bashed with a club
take a bath in your blood... straight offa the Dome... Explosive
Comotose Foe's....Left Chokin' in a States of Nuerosis
You should know it's hopl-ess... Knowin that's ya Lifes Lost
Caught In crosshairs of Scopes that's... mounted on Tri Pods
I Play God... Killin at Will is Necessary.. Fufillin my Brain's Fix
Own 'em like Slave Ships soon as my Prey's picked
Heavy Artillery Practice.... Who really can match this
with Tacticical Attachments on the strap that i blast with
Sword Sport.... Watch ya blood pour over the Morgue Floor
Leakin out of your drawer... flooding the cooridor
score a mop and a bucket.. for sloppin it up with
Caught in mosh pits... glock clips poppin in public
Rockin the Optic... laser lens..
Catastrophic Paper and Pen.. when i concoct this
Script writtin with monsterous flavor and substance

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Originally Posted by Aclikyano

Ima have to hold up a fellow bronxman...

ayo..

We STOMPIN soldierz wit CONSCIOUS folderz of BOMBS.. Immobilze, HARM!..
wipe ya KINFOLD off planet wit THIS DROP..KICK SNOT out BIG SHOTZ..(line charm)
RICH get DROPPED wit THIS GLOCK..6 part ya KNOT + WHEN COPS.. arrive itz 2 late..
nigga FORGET CLOCKS..cuz in BRONX ya time has been robbed!..me nevah 2 face..
Stay TRUE to FLAVEZ..blaze CUBAN papez..cruise on -> TAYLOR <- crewz on CHASE...
CHOOSE-a-MATE.. fine female ride front so I can MOVE not RAPE..smooth rate..
She sooth mah face.. stress build up from vet spill up.. killed many MCS who "peel once"..


you kno tha deal son.... :9

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This is digital warfare
when you post messages
make sure its clear
Your analog raps
is the sines of old times
That line went past your mind
up and down
down and up
I see your
lyrical flow
phased out
by 180 degrees
GODBROTHER
is the leading MC

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Originally Posted by Godbrother

This is digital warfare
when you post messages
make sure its clear
Your analog raps
is the sines of old times
That line went past your mind
up and down
down and up
I see your
lyrical flow
phased out
by 180 degrees
GODBROTHER
is the leading MC

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The Leading MC? Please
No ones Peepin these Weak Reads
Who's been Readin' this Geek's Frees
Reekin' of Feces.. Priest be
rockin the Cleat Sneaks
Stompin this Weak Link
Wanna kno how to MC?
here's a Sneek Peeks

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Originally Posted by SpOk3N

Startin Beef? P.I.R. League'll Squash the Peeps
And Archerpriest Clogs up ya Bodily Arteries
Indeed, this Battles a Mess - Have your Soul
shake hands, it gave daps to a Shadow of Death
U Kids lookin to Move weight? Assault the fag
Cause we're made famous by kickin pushers like Lupe
Fiasco, These Asshole Are Not Too Sane
we strangle each wack hoe, Shot Thru Brains
Each battle we handle just aint fair... Kids Scared
Cause our lyrics make people go WOOOO
like Ric Flair
I'm Vince Mcmahon...Stunning with a Stone Cold Heart
Mankind is done, you Clones Go Soft
Cause We've Been Bad, the Fire we Spit Has been Highered
Even the bitches we got could Kick Ass like Chyna
This shits insane...you kids must be comedians
cus you make the game spit water out like Triple H

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Sicc as Aids, Sickle Blade, Swing.. and Bring da Pain!
Quit da Games! Grip da Flame, and Split ya Brain!
Vocabulary is Voluntary! no need for da Comentary!
Comet Barely - Seen, hard like denim Jeans!
Yo! I'm Nice wit da Text, my Scythe can Give Life or Death!
Might Be Best, ta Decide ta INvest in a new large INtestine!
Impression - Is, this Vetrean's Gift is like a Medic Bitch!
Tension Split, Agressive-ness aint worth a Mention Trick!

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Originally Posted by .:ArcherPriest:.

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The Leading MC? Please
No ones Peepin these Weak Reads
Who's been Readin' this Geek's Frees
Reekin' of Feces.. Priest be
rockin the Cleat Sneaks
Stompin this Weak Link
Wanna kno how to MC?
here's a Sneek Peeks

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[B]All you
peasant rapper
sound distorted
attenuated
pass your rhymes
to next MC
so it can be heard
repeatedly
trim the noise
your level reads
0dB
/B]

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Originally Posted by Godbrother

[B]All you
peasant rapper
sound distorted
attenuated
pass your rhymes
to next MC
so it can be heard
repeatedly
trim the noise
your level reads
0dB
/B]

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Creepin in streets... Witta Wesson, Fresh Fatigues
testin me(?) .. you dead in less than a week (.)
I was destined to be.. the best in the league
Snatch yo mic up... plus the rest of ya weed
Pull a chair up Brother... ill kick a lesson free

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Originally Posted by .:ArcherPriest:.

Creepin in streets... Witta Wesson, Fresh Fatigues
testin me(?) .. you dead in less than a week (.)
I was destined to be.. the best in the league
Snatch yo mic up... plus the rest of ya weed
Pull a chair up Brother... ill kick a lesson free

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word up AP ... ayo ...

Dressed in DEFEAT.. blessed in tha teeth ya destined TO MEET cement or FIST..repent or be replenished../
or be remember'd on wallz graffed by war artists..u snored hardest leadin to ya morbid darkness.../
every time U spat it was more garbage..even tho u from a raw province people know u caused dramaz../
pause logic..withdraw from projectz..u a bitch wit no cheese like cottage..u nevah payed homage../
false clamin have ya ballz hangin..up to ya neck in street debt have ya regret stepz u took to reach it../
look to JESUS..only way u gettin on-a-right track.. even crookz believe it..now they sight black../
fight back..! u cant.. under 6 ft of sand..ton-a-heap-of land over ya "undefeated plan".../
I wonder seekin clans..or a GOD..for why reasons man feature stands on cash, heat n grams../
slash peoplez hands we aint equal than or less then.. pretendin death sentence duznt offends us../

^that was an ill verse homie..props

Time for my return, i never turn the other cheek i let highly flammable lyrics burn
Un-concerned with the glitter these critters keep keeping on
Worshipping materials ....weakining their spiritual growth
Fuck what squad u reppin' son, me and my weapons are close
Don't test a master killer, that's not afraid of no ghost
Rappers boast gang affiliation, and get banged on the wrong coast
As we approach a new day, i stay stackin' chips for an AK
Before i wear that beast mark, i'm a let it spray