Hampden Parks (Freestyle Friday #7)

(Ay!) (Ay!) (Ay!) (Ay!) (Ay!) (Ay!) (Ay!) (Ay!) Yeah some days, I feel unphased Like when I'm with my friends with a cup raised But come Monday, I got a gun raised Suicidal, do or die, until hump day Then I go right back at it like an automatic More drinks, more songs, more beats to rap to I need a shrink, I'm gone more time keeps passing No watch, no thoughts at all, just a hat New era, rep my P's and those O's Need a phillies with the orange and black to feel home From Citizens' Bank, back to Camden Yards It's the tale of two cities and trust we go hard Trust we go hard? Yes we go hard You said we go hard? I said we go hard! Rockin' my bob cousey's Stockin' up on the looseleaf The lyrics come easy but the life is a dousy And yes I'm choosy and no I won't settle But I still take pop-off over that kettle 'Cause I'm talkin' bigger picture And yes I'm gonna hit ya with tha- No shit Speak when necessary, no I never been a loud mouth Introvert but I insert a few wow-outs No Nick Cannon, David Banner when I pow-wow Hennessy, but hold the hip I'm 'bout to have a brown out Clowns runnin' round with the make up on they face To that I'm astringent, I been this way New bars, new beats, yeah that's me all day New cars, new freaks, no you keep that man! I'm a business man, and a business, man Obstacles made me who I am Let loose, no truce, my boots come off Once black paisley has made my families fortune With a corner office and the greener pastures Sip cheap liquor 'til I'm leaning backwards Grip this dream you can see my passion Rep my city no beef with asher Blue bell, ambler help me write the chapters I'll be home soon and we'll toast the asti Sip ME-Mosas till me no, no my name E-V-A (Pfft) I'm gone again Back to the mansion and yes I'm home again Rockin' in Hampden and yes you know the name Young English, black paisley, irish toothache Who they be? Who they be? Who they be? Who they be? Well, they be us! Poor English, screwed up semantics I am talking real shit, speak my language Celebrate the blemishes Throw away the tenative I be on some other shit so go and tell the other kids Tell the other kids Tell the other kids Tell the other kids Tell the other kids Tell them other kids whatever you like It's Freestyle Friday, March 19th Whatever, I don't even, yeah (Is that the right date?) Booba dooba dabba dooba beeba do doh Rap songs, rap music, we do what we want Wooba dabba dooba deeba dabba dooba da fronts Yeah, now look I just checked my, uh, checked the weather On my phone, on my telephone My cellular telephone It's supposed to get up to 71 degrees today It's supposed to get up to 71 degrees Holy guacamole Hey, you know It's not a traditional saying for a rapper to say But "holy guacamole" is underused And, um, what I'm trying to say is It's spring time, okay We've weathered the storm Happy Freestyle Friday See you guys