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Freestyle
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Utwór Freestyle został wydany 6 sierpnia 2011 przez OverTyme Simms ENT. jako część albumu Selfless (Playlist)
6 sierpnia 2011
WytwórniaOverTyme Simms ENT.
JęzykEnglish
BPM82
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Teledysk

Teledysk

Tekst Utworu

You know what it is
Uh
Got a music
Uh, church boy gone wild
Sorry to see me shine, I know it hurt right now
But you ain't gotta lie, I know that I be hittin
I'll get ugly on the track, you can call me McGriffin
And I be in the clouds playin' high
In my ride talkin' killin' everything that I throw
Rapsack, don't tell me what you see besides my hair
Put a greatness cause the only thing that good at talkin' smack
And keep on hatin', I guess it ain't a virtue
Cause I ain't in the waitin', I just major liberal studies
And just finishin' the papers
They say he cool, know it all
College boy, extra raw
3D glasses, headphones
And all my girls be blastin' off
They picture this, but now she reachin' for her Kodak
I might not, close your eyes, feel around where that throat at
I'm sorry love, but you can never go home
So respect me as a living sin, so get the hell on
See my old style's cool, but my new style gold
Treat your rappers like my wallet, stack em' up and then fold
Wrap it up, fire it up, light and give it gold
See I ain't a street dude, with all the rules of the drill
We now need smoke, cough it up and then choke
I bet my body's way to rise, and now need quote
You hear me boy, you see me bangin' speakers
With my labor checks, she leanin' on the wheel
And she don't fit the meter where we might get a boot
Yeah, we boostin' off the trips to travel
Usually freestyle, but payin' homage while I'm on
Teachin' for the top before a number, I forget it
I'm just painting while I'm painting, perfect flow, sounds like a midget
It's your boy, overtime, tell your girl that's my food
And all my chick headset like workin' drive-thrus
And I'm, baby girl, fly food
Excuse my French, I meant fries, boo
Ghostwriter, your favorite rapper, I should be your favorite
And who else, you know what I'm sayin'
And still pushin' major hits, no radio spins
Buds like it's honey around me, and my haters gotta huff
Cause they know it's money around me, they sound asleep
And my sound so sweet, see, I tell a rock with it
Then I unleash the beast, I'm the illest
Nah, I ain't just hypin' to get up on the track
Doggin' youngins, Michael Vick and Faithless, both impatient
But I ain't in the pace, and I'm just thicker than the patient
Shockin' shows like rating, Luke Kane, Sub-Zero
While I lay their faces off, say the hottest tracks for me
K-Ball, I be up that bass, it's on the alley, welcome back
When I go nowhere, I'm just back to the track
So hit me up on iTunes, I got it cause you need it
It's more like I done have it, Cold Stone, you gotta breathe it
And I be overheatin', uptown believin
Workin' with the greatest, way colder than the nemes
And I ain't got excuses, ain't givin' no reason
You been beggin' for the best, and I'ma be here all season
You dig
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
You know what it is
Uh-huh
You know what it is
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You know what it is
Gotta music, gotta music, gotta music, gotta music
Uh-huh
You know what it is
Gotta music, gotta music, gotta music, gotta music
Ayo, CJ, you outdid yourself on this mix, shawty
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You dig
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Written by: Emmanuel D Simms
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