| I freestyle erratically for those that wanna battle me
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| Spit venom at MC’s until this mic cord is staticky
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| Do damage to a salt and a pepper, without the battery
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| When you diss you flatter me, I’m fuckin' up your whole anatomy
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| The tan tenor, oh your hoe… we ran in her
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| With thirteen king size chocolate antennas
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| And in my city, for reals yo I’m sick of who talk
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| About how me and my man is on the dick of New York
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| 'Cause when I innovate, I incinerate then I eliminate
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| You in a state of shock until these niggas hyperventilate
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| I serve the east coast to west coast and won’t discriminate
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| Penetrate, I crush all beef right where it emanate
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| In daylight my stray mic strike the twilight
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| And I’mma stay tight, playwrite, create highlights
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| And ain’t nobody finna do me, especially in this bitch game
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| I’m ruthless, I use my middle finger when I switch lanes
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| Pertainin' to bein' entertainin', now I’m rainin'
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| I slay men, experts and laymen with my grey pen
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| I’m scrapin', remotely holding rap down and shapin'
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| A style handcrafted since the days of my playpen
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| In my drop-top, I rock spots, I got it lock stocked
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| When my Glock pop, I had the hardest niggas playin' hop-scotch
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| I’m top notch, and if she ain’t fuckin' then watch me cock block
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| I hit hot twat, and pop-lock, hey nigga knock knock
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| I’m enterin', Juice’s shit is colder than the winter and
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| These instumentals bang and leave a nigga’s skin splinterin'
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| «Friday the 13th» I rip Jason
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| A slick Mason like Perry with more game than Dick Grayson
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| Perfection, rap erection, now let my TECs in
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| I burn your neck skin, these niggas start epilepsin'
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| Juice steps in, and If a motherfucker test us
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| They scrapin' his ass of the wall like asbestos
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| I just freestyle the hook and display my skills
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| No matter what a nigga kick you’ll be on my deals
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| Get your notebook, quote, it’s time to take notes
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| Can’t fuck with the freestyles or what I got wrote
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| Swear to god I just rip it and freestyles my skills
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| And everything I kick is dope so they’ll be on my deals
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| And when I get done with the song you’ll think I’m bullshittin'
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| 'Cause you won’t know if it’s freestyle or if the shit is written
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| Niggas swear to god they finna rip the microphone
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| I swear they couldn’t go gold if they bought a herringbone
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| They’d need kneepads, lookin' at my style 'cause I’mma be bad
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| I swear it’s so dope, I had to check into a rehab
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| Never nervous, MC’s are worthless, put down your pencil
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| My instrumental, will cramp your style like a menstrual
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| Scenario, it’s time for your motherfuckin burial
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| I’ll murder you and burn your promotional material
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| Kinetically and alphabetically, I’m the thickest
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| And theoretically, poetically, (cough) I’m the sickest
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| My bic is, scribblin', yo it ain’t no ritalin
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| If rap was defense, I’d have Kobe double dribblin'
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| I’ll leave this mothafucker so hot, it’ll be sizzlin'
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| I haven’t even started my reign, I’m only drizzlin'
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| I’m unpresentable like pierced needles through your genital
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| In general, I’m known for stealin' shows like a criminal
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| I’m crucial, mathematically I’ll reduce you
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| I’ll noose you, I’ll shoot your posse even if they neutral
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| Yo, don’t drink and drive when you choosin' my tape
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| It’s like, cruisin' on the freeway and losin' your brakes
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| And the crash will be a crash that will thrash your ass
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| I’ll harass these motherfuckers from the first to the last
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| There’s no immunity, when my tape hits the black community
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| Niggas will put the crack down and start usin' me
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| My shit injures, average men down to ninjas
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| My tape so dope, it should’ve came with two syringes
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| I blend this, with no glitches for all your bitches
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| Last time I got so open, I needed stitches
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| When every nigga in they Accent Hyundais heard this
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| I leave niggas quieter than Sunday service
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| I can burn any nigga steppin' in my jurisdiction
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| Big Juice, I’m in the house like a shorty on restriction
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| I’m like Schwarzenegger when it’s time to erase
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| These niggas talk behind my back but they be all up in my face
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| If I do kick a written rhyme for your instant bonus
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| I’ll make you change your name to «The Rapper Formerly Known As»
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| So next time please just get off my deals
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| And let me do whatever and display my skills
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| 'Cause no matter if it’s freestyle, no matter if it’s written
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| I’m a dope nigga, that’s no bullshittin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freestyle or Written , by - Panik. Song from the album Vinyl Edition Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп