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vic mensa - freestyle with the la leakers | #freestyle016 lyrics
[verse 1]
i’m tired of hearin’ n-gg-s sayin’ they’re better than pac
watch your mouth ‘fore i slap mothaf-ckas
my clip loaded, no subliminal shots
mmmm let me run that back, let me run that back right here
i’m tired of hearin’ n-gg-s sayin’ they’re better than pac
watch your mouth ‘fore i slap mothaf-ckas
my clip loaded, no subliminal shots
i get at mothaf-ckas, i don’t @ mothaf-ckas
yeah i’m talkin’ to all y’all, with your ho -ss
shout out to xxl freshman slow cl-ss
i’m a dropout though, pick your crew better
i love you vanessa but you know it’s time to do better
screw whoever, i will murder all of you together
catch you in your old school and hit you in your new era
the pills ain’t what’s poppin’, just ask heath ledger, yeah
and i’m no joke, and my vision laser focused
the roc is still in the buildin’, my n-gg-s is takin’ over
i call up tony toca, he tell ’em they can’t touch me
lil’ n-gg-, but i wrap ’em up like joe pesci
still at you, god bless me, shirt off, i’m too s-xy
you don’t gotta love me, but you will respect me, yeah
[verse 2]
watch your tone, youngin’, this is grown folk business
my n-gg-s is in the trenches with hammers and wrenches
and some ratchets, i mean ratchets, could be some of your b-tches
anybody could get rushed, i feel like russell simmons
i got bars on all y’all, that’s bar-none
i smoke all y’all squares by the carton
n-gg-s mad as sean at the garden
these aren’t the droids you’re lookin’ for, you got the wrong one
you got long guns? okay, we got ’em too
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout record deals or who got signed
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout record sales or views on vine
i mean, who got rhymes? it’s an art to war
i got sun zu lines, let me start with furl
first off, me and drake ain’t really cool, but that n-gg- nice
me and chano had issues, but sh-t, that’s life
cole and kendrick is two of the few that i respect
the rest of y’all my sons, this is child neglect
what you sayin’ behind your sound effects?
you don’t want that smoke, i’ll put a hole in your throat
and make it easier for you to talk out your neck
i don’t honor you n-gg-s, i will crumble you n-gg-s
like the pentagon in front of you, ’bout to fall on you n-gg-s
in an iranian plane, you call of duty with triggers
think it’s a game until the coroners come and get you
you come to your common senses, remember my name
n-gg-, do i gotta spell it out? v-i-c-l-a, what they talkin’ ’bout?
we the last n-gg-s with words worth talkin’ ’bout
salute to all of the writers that left me off your list
it help me sleep at night knowin’ i could f-ck your b-tch
that’s the problem with these so-called journalists
they’re really failed artists turned into blog murderers
like you could review some sh-t that you couldn’t do
take an uber pool to a job at a cubicle
i rhyme for n-gg-s that’ll rob you and shoot at you
that’s enough for you wack n-gg-s, i’m through with you
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