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Poison Freestyle
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Poison Freestyle was released on August 20, 1990 by Lil' Joe Records, Inc. as a part of the album 2 Low Life Muthas
August 20, 1990
LabelLil' Joe Records, Inc.
LanguageEnglish
BPM89
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Roll out the red carpet, let the bugles blow
The pimp deserves a grand intro, you don't know?
I know you sick of bubblegum rappers puttin you to bed
But not JT Money, I'm somethin like a Sudafed
I give relief that's far from lousy
And get the job done without gettin ya drowsy
Since I'm from the bottom, northern rappers try dissin
But in the end, my ass they'll be kissin
I must state how stupid remarks
Can cause enough friction to give off sparks
Makin people think that a giant king
Couldn't come from the bottom cause we second string
But I'ma make history as I get hype
Droppin science that'll damage that stereotype
Add some drama cause I'ma bout to set off
A poisonous freestyle instead of
The average ordinary everyday thang
I'm outstandin, leavin rappers out standin in the rain
Poison like venom gettin in em then I conquer
When I finish rockin, you're jockin for an encore
My masterpieces will smash to pieces
Or should I say demo the massive reaches
You better take a bufferin when sufferin from
The wrath of the style that can't be outdone
It's like that y'all, cause I'm the ultimate
Yo Tony Rock, take a stand cause I'm about to sit
MC's up north and **** like Spike take shorts
Thinkin that the only rappers live in New York
Dickheads like you that don't know the deal
Sayin if it's not from up there, it can't be real
But since you are ignorant and stupid at best
I'll have to break this down to the simplest
See Tony Rock make a microphone check
Now see him on stage breakin a sucker ****'s neck
Y'all takin rap back, get offa that kick
The only thing you might be able to take is this dick
Sayin weak-ass rhymes on records and video
Grabbin on your dick and start cursin
And even though you front to be hard when the camera starts shootin
Know good and damn well that you are soft as a Fig Newton
If we was cars, I'd be a Porsche and you a Nova
Our card games, you're pitty-pat and I'm poker
I grab the microphone cause I can't wait to smoke a
Sucker like you, you no-rhymin joker
Steppin on stage and goin into fits
Workin up a sweat but you ain't rock shit
Sayin weak-ass rhymes, tryin your best to work the fans up
Why don't you drop the microphone and come out with your hands up?
Just because you from up there, you ain't got it like that
Boy, you could be killed and you don't want that
I'm sayin rhymes on a funky-ass cut
Marquis, go for yours because I got my nut
I treat rappers like hoes, roll em like Vogues
Count em and fold em and stuff em and stack em like bankrolls
Whenever on the runnin, MC's confrontin
Always in my face, wantin to start somethin
I can't keep silent cause I'm lyrically violent
Step to me, boy, step off, don't even try it
I giddy-up and go, so smooth when I flow
I make suckers get goin like a 5.0
You see, I'll massacre, sit back and laugh at ya
And when you're finished, then I'll embarrass ya
I'm the aggressor, the professor
I injure like a ninja with the lyrical lecture
Marquis gets silky as I recite em
Rappers are germs, I'm peroxide to fight em
I blitz, throwin hits that'll put you in a coffin
Treat you like an orphan, causin you to soften
People say I'm immaculate, but I'm past that
Others get laughed at cause they ain't half that
They try to achieve but can't succeed
They only get stomped on when I stampede
It's like that punks, and you all know
Debonair the Devil's Dad, continue to flow
Debonair the Devil's Dad is last on the agenda
Talkin bout how brothers constantly pretend to
Be from up north, New York, yeah Medina
The grass ain't greener, I guess they never seen a
Rapper from another region get the loot
I'm from the bottom and got girls feedin me fruit
And droppin flowers every time I walk
Is my music identical to that of New York?
It's original, comin from the bottom, analyze it
You can come off on your own but no one tries it
They'd rather have some sloppy jalopy
And get called the wannabe because they try to copy
But see the boys, we just laugh
Ain't a counterfeit rapper on the Skywalker staff
And so the wannabes bite the dust
They ain't certified to rock beside none of us
And cause I'm strictly B-U-S-I-N-E-double-S
They panickin, stiff like mannequins from all the stress
Nowhere near the man, they look sore
Anyway, I'm outta here, signin the fuck off
Written by: David Hobbs, Jeffrey Jermaine Thompkins, Patrick Watler
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