Freestyle #2

Fly as a motherfucking bird
Spittin' the greatest of verses
Flowin' so hot from the furnace
That is my number one purpose
Word
My flow been leaving them baffled
All of your fans are just cattle
Every time I win these battles
I silence these rappers, I judge with the gavel

I hit 'em hard, then I'm chillin up with the stars
Always been writing the illest art
These bitches stuck in the clouds when I put them in Heaven, they didn't get far
Silly bitches acting so tough
Bumpin' the E when I pull up
If I keep on dropping these bangers
Then go for your pick, cause there might be a gold rush
I got no ties to the industry
I'll keep my come up legitimate (that's right)
I just came back up from Mission Street
Santa Cruz acts like an instrument
Whenever I need inspiration, I think of the bay and it gives me a vision
That one day I'll be rocking stages in Oakland
Before getting blessed like the Pope did
You know I'm always a boss at this
Give me a village, I'll make a metropolis
One of the illest has spoken
Don't need a reason to go in
Never diluted, I'm potent
Never a drop in the ocean
I'm boutta make me a wave on my name that will crash and be causin' erosion
No one is takin' my place
Imma punch 'em in they face
On your property I prowl
Turning death into a race (that's right)
Kickin' down every door (door)
Lookin' for someone to take (to take)
Lyrically leavin' they throats sore
Somebody grab me the tape
When I'm all up in this bitch I start feelin' untouchable, while they unsufferable
Wannabees actin' like they be the greatest
Until I remind them to not get too comfortable
Double E's up in the building, a villian
The illest is coming, I need penicillin
And wait till the illest one starts to unravel
I silence these rappers, I judge with the, (judge with the)



Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Engelhardt
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