Dangerookipawaa Freestyle

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Listen

Soulo hold the prophecy, I got a premonition

I'ma let the beat build and do some demolition

Interrupt your whole style, this an inhibition

Kamikaze everybody, Eminem edition

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(What's this?)

This the, this the "Flava In Ya Ear"

And it's brand new

Craig Mack, been back

Bitch where you? (Where you?)

Started from the bottom like a square root

Then we kept it in the family like a heirloom

Wagyu, medium, I'm in rare form

She hit the split, landed on the dick like Air Jordan

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Nat Turner with the curly hair

Pulling strings like John Mayer

Pro'lly make a bitch wish come true out the blue

Rub the oil lamp and I'm there

Yeah, monkey see, monkey do, **** ask Abu

I'm on the magic carpet stompin' down Central Avenue

Pff, Del Amo Boulevard was all I knew

I sold my dream to Punch and Dude

They turned me to the fuckin' truth

Facts

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And the flow is alpaca (Rare)

My state of mind is more NASA than half ya (Yeah)

Yeah, "Black Lip Pastor"

'Bout it, 'bout it baby, illest **** in Nebraska

Outlaw, breakin' all the rules

Pac ashes in the spliff, I'm un-topable

That's all I got for you

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Another moment of most dopeness from Malcom McCormick

On the prowl for another style that I'll stick a fork in

The steak was eighty an ounce, my elbows on the table

I got manners, but breaking the rules is what we came to do

My lady built like she belong in the stable, I'm on my high horse

They call me Soulo, the irony is to die for (This ain't a movie, dawg)

This bag ain't full of no popcorn

You ain't up to par with me, nor are we on a golf course

Hidden gym, like a YMCA in the boondocks

The weapon Top could not keep secret for too long

I'm (Dangerookipawaa), refrain from gettin' involved

Or your saftey's at stake for sure like a surf and turf you enjoy

"Raw (Backwards)" on all of you rappers, you heard it before

The rawest rapper on the planet's name is Herbert the IV

Sex, drugs, money and mayhem, the workings of Satan

Still take 'em to the churck and say, "Amen", my words in a playpen

Ridiculous, the sickest with it, you just a common cold

So novice, I'm the post office pushin' the envelope

Moosa had to remind me who the God was

I ain't on my knees but I'm praying on him regardless

Matt need a new crib for his baby

So big, he be forgettin' where the crib for his baby

Dot told me, "This time, we demandin' respect"

Milk the game for all it's worth like a mammary gland, aye

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Wait for it, wait for it

Soul