Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freestyle Rhymes, artist - Chino XL. Album song Here To Save You All, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 04.04.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: American
Song language: English
Freestyle Rhymes |
Then you are doing him a disservice and you are doing you a disservice |
Alright? |
So let’s keep it real…" |
«Bustin, fat, freestyle rhymes» --] 4X |
Yeah, yeah «Fuck that!» |
Fuck out my face is your best bet |
Your career is George Burns I can’t believe you ain’t dead yet |
I show more blind rage |
Than Stevie Wonder and Ray Charles wrestling in a steel cage |
(«Yo this nigga’s crazy!») |
I got an artist losing their limelight like Mike Bivins |
Bitches flipping their wigs like Faith Evans |
Reject my single I ain’t mad at it |
Like O.J. |
getting married again, I’ll takes another stab at it |
I’m tearing you out the frame like wedding pictures after divorce |
Petrol like you dropped the soap in the towel with Luther Vandross |
I’m porno like ads from Calvin Klein, believe me |
You ain’t no rapper you just play one on the fuckin TV |
You on the road you goin gold that’s what your label shoutin |
You couldn’t outsell UTFO’s reunion album |
What could I say to get my point across? |
Rap don’t need that ass like Large Professor don’t need Main Source |
«Bustin, fat, freestyle rhymes» --] 4X |
I’m lethal -- I gets medieval with a blowtorch and pliers |
End your future before it starts like Len Bias |
Just slit your throat let Chino XL be your oxygen |
I write more «esas"/essays than incarcerated Mexicans |
Tap ass with Speed like David Geffen tapped Keanu Reeves |
Play Superman get rhyme styles paralyzed like Christopher Reeves |
Billy Bathgate flow, that could ca-st-arate Cas-t-tro |
Ill as Reagan’s prostate for the tri-state when I let my, SOUL, GLOW! |
That’s what I’m on |
From prom date rape to the back break of Gloria Estefan |
I’m making moves like a stick Pinnochio, no strings on me |
And go for broke like James Brown dancing for alimony |
I talk shit all day and drink wine like a catholic priest |
(«Aiyyo nigga kick that freestyle about the punk police») |
I give N.Y.P.D. |
Blues |
I shot Magnum P.I. |
now I’m a Cops Current Affair on the ten o’clock news |
Kidnapped Hawaii Five-O |
In 48 Hours they called Reggie Hammond Ace Ventura made me laugh I let him go |
Charlie’s Angels came with some police woman shit |
Johnny Depp seen em on 21 Jump Street suckin Robocop’s dick |
Starsky and Hutch gangbanged Cagney without Lacey |
Her lesbian lover fucked TJ’s Hooker on New York Undercover |
Call me L.A.P.D. |
cause I abuse my privledges |
Victorious to scrimmages, beat your black ass til it hemorrages |
Vibe to my dark thoughts |
Rappers run from me, like they Mark Fuhrman at the Million Man March |
«Bustin, fat, freestyle rhymes» --] 8X |
Niggas got beef? |
Come on let’s set it off |
Talent like mine is rarely seen like handicaps havin intercourse |
Niggas wanna floss in, celebrate, lyrically won’t elevate, they flimsy |
I’m breakin out my shell like Mork and Mindy |
My style won, drop an album, you cherish it |
My name ring bells like Girl Scouts when they sellin shit |
Metaphors, fly out, for brothers who, puff the lye out |
Put your gun away, he’ll shoot your eye out! |
I’m an artist and they starvin me |
They dangle me off the balcony like Big Red in The Five Heartbeats |
Respectin the streets is my first concern when I rock |
It’s hot like Bob Marley’s fingertips from reefer burns |
I ride syllables like white boys in Mustangs |
Lyrics sharper than RZA’s gold front fangs |
You better call God if you wanna do me (freestyle) |
You know you gonna die like a black man in a horror movie |
«Bustin, fat, freestyle rhymes» --] 12X |