Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freestyle ?, artist - Masta Ace Incorporated. Album song Sittin' On Chrome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Bicycle Music Company
Song language: English
Freestyle ? |
Aw yeah, aw yeah |
It’s just an I.N.C. |
thing, ya know |
For now and forever |
For the 9 everything |
Lord Digga in the house |
DJ Lord Kasim, Cella Dwellas ya know |
This ain’t off the top of the head but it’s still a freestyle for those that |
don’t know the real meaning |
Check it out… |
One time for your mental zone, I’m prone |
To wreck this microphone, leave me alone |
I’m in my own world, watch your girl |
I get juice like Jheri curl, mix styles like swirl |
I handle, like Pearl but it’s mics I grip |
Yikes I rip, no one gets hype like I get |
I rock when I skate roll and bounce, so get down |
I wrecks boys to men from every H town |
Watch as I pound and give MC’s the shakes |
Flakes, I make more noise than car brakes |
So vroom vroom as I zoom and shift gears and blaze |
Amaze, and break down styles like Hyundais |
So praise, this here rap skills is tight |
My shit’s thick like shakes from Castle White |
No switch that |
And put the Castle last as I wrassle past |
Weak rappers that’s more flammable than gas |
So roll him around |
Roll him around, roll him around |
I’m holding 'em down |
My lyrics grow from the ground |
Until it’s gigantic, don’t panic |
I’m botanic like the garden, I’m starting |
To get a green thumb, and I seen some |
Try to get fly like roaches from Texas |
But why? |
Would you want to flam and get foul like ham |
Damn |
Digga did you see that Grand Am? |
I never seen no kit like that |
Shit like that is lethal |
Thems my kind of people |
Dig it while I rip it |
Check it while I wreck it |
That’s what we’s about to do |
I never heard a sound played so heavy and so clear |
Oh yeah I swear this is my year to tear |
And just uh, get the best of, the rest of |
Wack MC’s that talk more shit than Esther |
You’re crazy like Compton and Brownsville |
And the sounds will wax that ass and pound still |
This is the thunder from up under |
The power, I tower |
And get mad busy like rush hour |
Niggas know my lyrical history |
It’s no mystery so I want this to be understood |
I burn more than Chuck D in Hollywood |
And I probably should, say what I want to say |
Call me benchwarmer cause nigga I don’t play |
When it come to bass, I explode the planet |
Dammit |
And then jack more sons than Janet |
Anytime, anyplace I burn like perm |
Germ |
I’m damaging domes like ringworm |
I rip mics from Jordan, Tyson, to Irvin |
Bolton to Keaton, Jackson I’m serving |
Suckers like a waiter |
So they betta play the side |
And I’m deep like the dish in your rims |
And that’s the ride |
It’s like that kids |