Freeze

Who? talking to talking to Who is it? Who is it who is it Talking to talking to Talking to talking to who is it Yeah I'm talking to you Freeze, give it up mm Geeze, that's enough Breathe, little bit of ooh Sleaze, you're in my Streets, rolling up my Trees, you got no Steeze, run along bitch Leave! Yeah I'm talking to you Freeze, give it up mm Geeze, that's enough Breathe, little bit of ooh Sleaze, you're in my Streets, rolling up my Trees, you got no Steeze, run along bitch Leave, yeah I'm talking to you Greetings ladies and gentlemen my name is Ez Mil I'm fairly new to the game but I came to eat and kill Hope you don't think I'm insane cuz man I'm pretty chill So lemme drink this propane and down these sleeping pills Yeah Intoxication rules this hypocritic nation What's a truer helping agent Than this media that's got us playing Got us wasting our lives on Superficial shit Kinda like I know I still don't got the budget for the groupie videos Where the booties are all shaking from these stupid little hoes I've been tryna send a message to a cupid on the low Praying please give me a bad bitch that can truly be my own Yeah, scrolling through the ways that the industry's tryna soak Through subconscious orchestration then they shove it down your throat Cultural manipulation's how they run it through the globe And they aim at all the brain-dead mothafuckaz and you know That it's you Freeze, give it up mm Geeze, that's enough Breathe, little bit of ooh Sleaze, you're in my Streets, rolling up my Trees, you got no Steeze, run along bitch Leave! Yeah I'm talking to you Freeze, give it up mm Geeze, that's enough Breathe, little bit of ooh Sleaze, you're in my Streets, rolling up my Trees, you got no Steeze, run along bitch Leave, yeah I'm talking 'bout Swiveling through my blind phase I'm cripple and new as I change The sickening news that rhyme's lame They picky and choose so I hate Hate, hate, hate I hate the miniature visions y'all have for your lives Like you don't have any pride Would you just open your eyes There's a whole plethora of music to choose But I guess the masses fuck with the Artists loose in the screws Only scratchin' the surface that's brought through by YouTube and news Scorching fire in the furnace of the youth who use it and loose the Portion of their cerebellum that prevents Extortion of wanting inhalants influenced by Foreign, public figure peasants who think they are Soarin' like they're in the heavens. Mmm Morbidly formin' a horrid moral story Scorin' the hordes in the lore of touring glory Ignorin' the hoards to thwart my quarry's priori Florid and borin' you whores roarin' Sorry Yeah But apologies don't mean shit anymore than ever So pedal to metal, livin' through my hustle and my bustle Turnin' every single speck of my struggle into A definite lyrical muscle I will never be the kinda man that abandons my Family because I'm feeling sad and get no reply I hope everything will end up bad for you And you fuckin' commit suicide I ain't fuckin with you I don't vibe with selfish mothafuckaz I was raised by a family We had our differences, but those differences don't never Make us quit bein' family This is to all of you fake muthafuckaz Yeah I'm talking to you Freeze, give it up mm Geeze, that's enough Breathe, little bit of ooh Sleaze, you're in my Streets, rolling up my Trees, you got no Steeze, bitch I ain't never fucking with you