Quick Freestyle...havent dropped in a while
Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 9:18 am
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/post53751.html
I'm hazardous like a bomb threat, ill like a Rakim concept..
like Nas said I only need ONE MIC to make my palms sweat..
Snatch your wallets with a grip thats used to diggin through pockets..
I go back like sportin gold chains and holdin boomboxes..
I'm rhymin to see new profit, with a pair of eyes thats only got 2 sockets..
On my wrist got me rockin new swatches, keep my shoes polished..
I'm like Kanye West, I'm not sure if im up to do College, but i could always use new knowledge..
Hold a stance like im never shooken, I got a east coast flow but wadnt bred in Brooklyn..
keep lookin in my direction and you'll be quick to get ya chedda tooken..
I use hand gestures to get my point across, killin off generations of ancestors..
I cant stand testers that try to hold the same mic that my hand blesses..
My facial expressions cause you to sweat, i can beat any living artist to death..
If you come at the boss, then you'll suffer the cost, I'll punish ya thoughts..
knock out ya teeth and give ya nothin to floss, give ya nothin but knocks..
and bruises, rollin in drops and cruisers, tryin to find a new spot to lose it..
I'm the kid on the block that ya thought was clueless, but im hot and ruthless..
I need to find a new crowd, so i can get down with my self-defined style..
Cool out to the vibe of speakers, Parties packed with tuxedos, i arrive in sneakers..
in a coup that aint got stylish features, I'm the kid tryin ta see doe, style is deeper..
Gutta's like the brotha type, strike like a punch to ya underbite..
fuck what the other's like, one aint enough, i need me 100 MICS
I'm hazardous like a bomb threat, ill like a Rakim concept..
like Nas said I only need ONE MIC to make my palms sweat..
Snatch your wallets with a grip thats used to diggin through pockets..
I go back like sportin gold chains and holdin boomboxes..
I'm rhymin to see new profit, with a pair of eyes thats only got 2 sockets..
On my wrist got me rockin new swatches, keep my shoes polished..
I'm like Kanye West, I'm not sure if im up to do College, but i could always use new knowledge..
Hold a stance like im never shooken, I got a east coast flow but wadnt bred in Brooklyn..
keep lookin in my direction and you'll be quick to get ya chedda tooken..
I use hand gestures to get my point across, killin off generations of ancestors..
I cant stand testers that try to hold the same mic that my hand blesses..
My facial expressions cause you to sweat, i can beat any living artist to death..
If you come at the boss, then you'll suffer the cost, I'll punish ya thoughts..
knock out ya teeth and give ya nothin to floss, give ya nothin but knocks..
and bruises, rollin in drops and cruisers, tryin to find a new spot to lose it..
I'm the kid on the block that ya thought was clueless, but im hot and ruthless..
I need to find a new crowd, so i can get down with my self-defined style..
Cool out to the vibe of speakers, Parties packed with tuxedos, i arrive in sneakers..
in a coup that aint got stylish features, I'm the kid tryin ta see doe, style is deeper..
Gutta's like the brotha type, strike like a punch to ya underbite..
fuck what the other's like, one aint enough, i need me 100 MICS