10 Freestyle

A watch? What's a watch doing in outer space?

Get off me! Get off, get off!

Crowns for the logo, slacks and a Polo

Class in the MOMA, fans at the door front

Racks in the sofa, stacks for the quota

Packs of the coca, strap for the cobras

Headshot, got the rap game trapped in a head lock

Spit abstract art till the pen rot

Cause these Basquiat bars like Dread Scott

In the M for these Ms and a bankroll

When I pop put the homies on the payroll

When I drop make the competition lay low

Cause I’m Samurai Jack with the claymore, the wave like Namor

The games on notice your faves on hoe shit

They hate when I show y’all the culprit

I was on broke shit, nearly lost focus

I speak from the soul at the pulpit

Time on my own made me value my home

And the people I love had to grow with me

The moments I spent when close to the edge

Couldn’t stop me from being who I’m 'posed to be

The year of Havana been set in stone

Y’all snooze on the king had to set the tone

Writing hit after hit sitting on my phone

Shit pass me the trophy I’ll bring it home

Shit pass me the rock and I’ll smash the board

I been glassing these rappers since I was born

The pen game second to none on Earth

I’m the best in my city fuck what you heard, yeah

Yeah, and it’s just like that

Hit ‘em with the... aye, aye, aye, look

Wrist is too heavy, the crown is too heavy

The crown is too heavy, the, uh, wait

The wrist is too heavy, the crown is too heavy, the crowd in a frenzy, uh

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