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LA Leakers Freestyle
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Royce Da 5'9"
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Thou shalt not fuck with Detroit and me Never owned a Coogi, Ford truck, or a pair of them gator Mauri's Please hold your applause for these parables and stories Give all praise to Allah, to God be the glory My Papa raised me like I'm a dog with rabies Playin' "da ha da ha" in the dropped Mercedes Drivin' with the chopper daily Pupils dilated like I'm Sada Baby Nozzle on that gun larger than the one on that Gaga lady Play with my time like I'm a playful don My arm comes out the car, my window down like I'm tryna borrow some Grey Poupon First these bitches hate it, then they love it, then they hate to love it I'm straight with publishin', I don't care if the radio station's stubborn You haters busters, I'm David Ruffin It'll take me nothin' to put your life on a dollar menu right there by the Egg McMuffin While you boys totin' Glocks, snortin' rocks, and importin' thots I'm floatin' with forty knots, to the bag like I'm a border cop Any artist in hip-hop fuck with Nickel stock, sure to drop Especially if he Russell Wilson, good guy, sorta pop You sure to die, pallbearers bring flowers, he's mortified Me and Porter got the same stayin' power that hoarders got Whoever Superman, I got kryptonite in these hands But I'd rather soup-a-man, leave you liquefied with these cans I don't care if you rap niggas is trendin' topic, your shit is garbage You couldn't make a classic out of that trash if you had Brenda drop it You at the rental car spot Enterprise while I'm enterprisin' I don't cop my whips without coppin' rims and a body kit and my tint is darkened Closest I'ma probably get to window shoppin' I've been a real nigga since the beginning I did it without the ridiculous gimmicks or pretentious pretending I was taught the sky is the limit by the way of Fenkell and Plymouth But my only limit is sticking my dick in a chick with a blemish I speak from a frequency that was meant to uplift the antennas I sing with the intention to riff with The Tenors, my gift is tremendous I didn't get rich and forget the incentive I'm never buying into religion or soliciting sinners, my nigga We attribute the original wave we articulate through bricks of yay Zipped up on 18-wheelers on interstates We distribute weight then matriculate into real estate Then we assimilate, powder dealing they probably still 'a hate Me and Em came through, did the original Renegade Gave that shit to Jay, then spit a gem off stage at Dilla-Day Used to rock the byzantine mix ciroc with a grenadine Euthanize the blocks with sin intent to intervene Snitchin' is a sin, as mixing your linen and denim jeans Growing up, blowing up was a long shot, like drone shots or limousines In between Greyhound and Jim McLean Dome shot a cop with a straight round like Slim and Queen It's bout' time we invest in our mental status I write rhymes for Anunnaki slave ancestors on emerald tablets Today we raging on Vegas stages with bass guitars Yesterday was agents chasing us, aprons and mason jars Planets align in orbit, my mind absorbs it, the finest orifice Therefore my soul can glow in divine proportions You niggas snitchin', you need to stop your beefin' Cops crooked, wearing swastikas attending Nazi meetings Liberace Nickel rock gems, Timbs and Huarache sneakers The 'cain (Cain) made me able (Abel) to drop the deacon and go off the deep end Y'all so weak, I forgot the weekend Philosophical syllables seamstress speaking in a biblical Fibonacci sequence When that bar drop, you feel your life pass you by from your far-side I got more poppin' bros than DeBarge got I suppose I compose art like a Bartók, I chart high Especially now that I'm steppin' outta that economic apartheid They left us out of the archive I'm definitely probably a marked guy My weapon's out and I'm wetting y'all like I'm [weeping/webbing] outta a shark's eye Stepping out of a hard-tie 7 mile and Oak Park, I Where several bodies get hog tied and left inside of the chalk lines Ten toes standing on granite floors and [Mosano] porch Hoes snort'n' Xanax, Rosanne endorse and go [a Gauguin of sorts] Culture vultures know I won't stand for shit I can't enforce Labels know my name ain't on paper or dough I can't endorse Cordae you know you'll always be my lil' man, of course Don't let Atlantic destroy your standings, playin' mechanic horse Pass the torch and walk away a hammer-thrower, my hands of force Slap Michael Rapaport across the face at the Gansevoort, like.. That's for Meek I'll drop Lonzo Ball corpse off on Nas porch dawg, that's for the blasphemy No apathy. Inside the mind of white supremacist with cognitive dissonance most compromised position for blacks to be They cast stones and sticks at the rap throne a' drip And the coin flips and, well all you gon' back is a splash from me I rap ridiculous, craft ubiquitous I have you niggas swimming with a bass in the fishes is. Ask Vishis Yeah, I piss off the critics, I'm Master P The heavy metal was always [trapped in Me] before there was ever a Yela' rapper beef Throwing choppers at [ run by's] A load of them outta Hyundais Loaded shopping in Mumbai That's my modus-operandi My portfolio expands Income from the slick sayings While the FBI tryin' to give the M1 to the stick-man Spit them braggin' bars, grab your balls, that's the speech from ma' They told us money talks, ain't tell us wealth don't speak at all You a fan of ours, or you not a fan o' art? I'm a dog baller for Los Angeles broads my cannon embark, jam and spark And it talk, brrrrrr, skip... brrrrrt, hold up... skip Man, this bitch sounding like Shannon Sharpe Don't get your soul thrown to the deacon by way of this weekend's news For violating a dude like me for publicity and views Shorty don't get this 40 and this Colt 45 misconstrued Cos' you new school dudes got Billy Dee confused I rather watch Floyd May' flash in a Gucci store a day Than work for an asshole who get mad at me askin' for a raise Cop a new cotton-picking Aston in grey just for the slaves You niggas current, Nickel was born and raised to destroy a wave Rather give these young 'uns directions, 'stead'a ignore their ways Plant trees so all my advances can enjoy the shade 60-40 ventures while trying to make sixty 40 ways Paid 40k just for the J's before the Ye's Glass door attached to a castle, exquisite foyer (for-yay) Side door trapped through the silver-screen Sidney Poitier Flash gold on stage stone-face just for The Spades Paid 50k for the stone flakes that's 40 [yays] Back when the 1990 West met the shiny vest I had Tommy S tryin' to sign me next dry snitching y'all probably find him wet Tell your A&R, NPR that y'all ain't shit without your tiny desk
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