Nothing Is Freestyle

How hard was it for you to get the mic then, early on as a DJ? Artists living comfortably Yo, yo Just let off a couple I am, I am still having fun It's been huh, two years, and my, my 24th album, and I feel Let me try some shit It's big uncle on the checkout Leather Stacy Adams boot when I step out More muscle, I pull a piece of your neck out Bake a cake and only serve it when it's fresh out Off the oven rack, bottom crispy like a hundred stack Cuttin' down oak, I'm a lumberjack I get a thought then I move on it Take a needle, drag it across a plate and cut a groove on it It's solidified, I'm gifted (you got a gift) Password protected, the hard drive's encrypted I told the sample lay on the ground and then I stripped it Sprinkle magic in the batter before I whipped it Duck down low when the fire spark I peel off all you saw was a tire mark Never knew a day off existed, I'm way off of the grid Got over like a fat rat then slid Inside a backpack the Mac is hid Flavor packages I sit inside the sauce like a rack of ribs Money trust, you dead to me if I don't know you 20 plus Go in the booth wear a helmet and ride the funny bus This is just a little freestyle to vent Blowin' like the AC when it seep out the vent Hard to keep it contained it just leaks out the pen I spit, clear my throat and then release out the phlegm Put pressure on a piece of coal and then squeezed out a gem Come outta left, kings of the kitchen showed me how to chef Try keepin' up and you'll be out of breath (be out of breath) Uh, I give you style but nothing is free (no) It's on the arm but nothing is free (nothing) Get it for cheap but nothing is free Show you the style but nothing is free