Herbavore (Freestyle)

Oh, we oh, we oh, oh, we oh, we oh, oh, we oh, we oh, oh
Oh, we oh, we oh, oh, we oh, oh, we oh, oh, we oh, oh
From the time I was born, I knew there was more
And I kept looking on and learning all

And looking up to a bunch of douchebags
But I got what I got
Now here I come
For the track, I'm heart

Feeling like William Wallace
If you take my heart, I'm gonna go fucking bonkers
And take your castle, your land, and your hard work
My name is C note, and I have a couple daughters

Feeling like it's time for me to realize
That the shady people in this life
Ain't going to fuck with me no more
I'm like, I'm going to be the great white hype

I'm going to fucking rap like Mike
Pick which motherfucking one you like
All the greats, that's just what they is
And my middle name's Michael

Got to understand, I'm flying with my wings in span
And I got my wings spanned, flying over them
And taking them big shits
On y'all heads, you should fucking

listen to this real quick
You know that I'm off the head
This is freestyling
It's legit

I can never spit
As good as I can off the top of my head
with a pen
No
If I had to write it down, it would sound late

It would still come out good, but not great
Not like I say when I speak with my breath
It's in sync
I don't think
I'm Justin Timberlake

But I know that I got a bad bitch with me
Yes, I could
Peel back y'all hell and show y'all
What the skin
Would
Do,
Melt
From the flames I spit

I am true to
My core within
I got a core gift
To know that Horus is
Going to help me with
Getting back to Egypt or Africa
Where I am from,
Way back when

You can hear it in the song
Hear it deep down
You can hear it in the crown that I tip on the floor
As it fell, because I don't need that shit no more

I just need plants, herbivore, forevermore
Quote the Raven, motherfucker, what you saying
Got to understand rap staying, even if I'm late
Don't matter

I made my own plate
Don't shatter your dreams thinking that you don't hate
I know they do
I know they will

I know it will
Subside, and then they'll be
Fucking like
This man
Got that shit
I ain't going to lie now

I'm gonna rhyme now
I hope he fucking gets hot now
It's C-N-O-T-E. Try to get me hip hopped out



Credits
Writer(s): Chad Roberts
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