Freaked It
This the zero-hour, fear flow power
Peer over tower, peers appears so sour
Fat Alberts, Matt Lauers,
Callin' life a bitch 'cuz she wouldn't ride it cowgirl
Tryna catch a whipping wit the pen and pad downpour
Be glad for the sophomore, always told 'Ya need to get out more'
Finally found the latch to the underground trapdoor
Megalomaniac, clever flow braniac
Mellow bro can he rap? I selled it raw and ran it back
My tongue run from a notorious sect
Coulda swore it was Notorious breath
Holdin' swords at ya neck
Lord knows flow's a vortex
Took the track and rolled with it
Then sent the clip to Solo Trip
Told the chick destroy that shit; oh boy she did
Hella melded embellishments
Melted kicks and devilish synths
All the shit that I done mixed
God the party killed this shit
Bet we set a precedent
Penmanship is effortless
How you call it a hit when the ma'fucka never miss?
Madison Square Garden, all 'cuz of the jargon
Pariah Marvin Martian gotcha carvin' outcha noggin'
Bars gotcha noxious from parsin' out the parchement
Goddamn ma'fucka guess who got it started
Madison Square Garden, all 'cuz of the jargon
Pariah Marvin Martian gotcha carvin' outcha noggin'
Bars gotcha noxious from parsin' out the parchement
Goddamn ma'fucka guess who got it started
Only God can judge me and I am he; divine deity
My slimes ride wit' me so when I find you flee
D a sly-tongued devil
Made these high-strung fellows, guys sung treble
My rhyme-puns clever; like from a bygone era
Why so vile and feral? 'Cuz I've had ties for awhile to the devil
My guile's incredible, sly smile reside among alley peddlers
Slide the levels in the attic or cellar
Am I done? Never
I'm a diamond getter 'til my funds level
Tired of these turncoat kinds
I churn dope rhymes and burn foes of mine
Tryna go earn my dime, I mourn those that try sly
Scorn my pride I blind you like Scar eye
A dumb-fine goldmine dime adorns my side like a thorn I was born to die
On my throne I'll rise
Watch your tone or you won't survive
Only God can judge me and I am he; divine deity
My slimes ride wit' me so when I find you flee
Madison Square Garden, all 'cuz of the jargon
Pariah Marvin Martian gotcha carvin' outcha noggin'
Bars gotcha noxious from parsin' out the parchement
Goddamn ma'fucka guess who got it started
Madison Square Garden, all 'cuz of the jargon
Pariah Marvin Martian gotcha carvin' outcha noggin'
Bars gotcha noxious from parsin' out the parchement
Goddamn ma'fucka guess who got it started
Peer over tower, peers appears so sour
Fat Alberts, Matt Lauers,
Callin' life a bitch 'cuz she wouldn't ride it cowgirl
Tryna catch a whipping wit the pen and pad downpour
Be glad for the sophomore, always told 'Ya need to get out more'
Finally found the latch to the underground trapdoor
Megalomaniac, clever flow braniac
Mellow bro can he rap? I selled it raw and ran it back
My tongue run from a notorious sect
Coulda swore it was Notorious breath
Holdin' swords at ya neck
Lord knows flow's a vortex
Took the track and rolled with it
Then sent the clip to Solo Trip
Told the chick destroy that shit; oh boy she did
Hella melded embellishments
Melted kicks and devilish synths
All the shit that I done mixed
God the party killed this shit
Bet we set a precedent
Penmanship is effortless
How you call it a hit when the ma'fucka never miss?
Madison Square Garden, all 'cuz of the jargon
Pariah Marvin Martian gotcha carvin' outcha noggin'
Bars gotcha noxious from parsin' out the parchement
Goddamn ma'fucka guess who got it started
Madison Square Garden, all 'cuz of the jargon
Pariah Marvin Martian gotcha carvin' outcha noggin'
Bars gotcha noxious from parsin' out the parchement
Goddamn ma'fucka guess who got it started
Only God can judge me and I am he; divine deity
My slimes ride wit' me so when I find you flee
D a sly-tongued devil
Made these high-strung fellows, guys sung treble
My rhyme-puns clever; like from a bygone era
Why so vile and feral? 'Cuz I've had ties for awhile to the devil
My guile's incredible, sly smile reside among alley peddlers
Slide the levels in the attic or cellar
Am I done? Never
I'm a diamond getter 'til my funds level
Tired of these turncoat kinds
I churn dope rhymes and burn foes of mine
Tryna go earn my dime, I mourn those that try sly
Scorn my pride I blind you like Scar eye
A dumb-fine goldmine dime adorns my side like a thorn I was born to die
On my throne I'll rise
Watch your tone or you won't survive
Only God can judge me and I am he; divine deity
My slimes ride wit' me so when I find you flee
Madison Square Garden, all 'cuz of the jargon
Pariah Marvin Martian gotcha carvin' outcha noggin'
Bars gotcha noxious from parsin' out the parchement
Goddamn ma'fucka guess who got it started
Madison Square Garden, all 'cuz of the jargon
Pariah Marvin Martian gotcha carvin' outcha noggin'
Bars gotcha noxious from parsin' out the parchement
Goddamn ma'fucka guess who got it started
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Writer(s): Delaney Berg
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