Freestyle (DJ Green Lantern)

Lyrics

[Intro: N.O.R.E., Stanley Anderson & Billy Bob Thornton] What is this thing? We didn't see this thing coming? Is this going to hit us? We're efforting that as we speak, sir What kind of damage? Damage? Total, sir It's what we call a global killer– the end of mankind Doesn't matter where it hits, nothing would survive, not even bacteria Super engineer, 'Credible Cuts With the superhero, Green Lantern, super thug, super club, super love Super clique, militant (Bust the beat) [Verse 1: N.O.R.E.] What up, Green? (Who that?) The Green Lantern, nigga Always smoke green, I get my green from Manhattan, nigga Come to the room live, nigga, we call it the Jax No soberness, drunk while spittin' a verse No furniture, just a couple of chairs B-Note with that rosi' and a couple of beers I had to move on 'em niggas like I'm holdin' a fifth Streets alive, and, boy, I got a bucket to spit Stink shit, like when you cook a bucket of fist But we ain't cookin' that shit when we layin' in the underdome Don't fuck white girls, I learned from nigga, Colby Holmes And I believe that Colb and Mike Jack' innocent Just like OJ, believe they all innocent I'm Puertro Rican, so I rooted for the Trinidad But I know [?][1:10] really came and whipped his ass Top of the year, top of New York, Iraq You don't compare, that's just a Dom gettin' courted Won't happen like Bin Laden in Manhattan eatin' pork (Ew) It don't make sense now, even when you check the digits Don't look good like gyal man with mad bitches [Verse 2: Nature] And, word to Green Lant, I'ma have to cut ya And if you a punk, you on TV with Ashton Kutcher And if you ask, do some push-ups and laps around the hood You don't know me? You better ask around the hood, nigga I'll make a name for ya, got a paid lawyer Better than [?], can y'all believe it? Guess who's the man like LeBron in Cleveland (23) Even without Ricky, the demons could not get me Yo, I smoke the brown Dutch with a bitch wearin' Von Dutch If it's some shit, they come around once Just like a birthday, more like a holiday I roll weed up, ohana way Cliques gettin' fitted 'cause niggas could afford it (Get money) But guess who's the one fuckin' Lionel Richie's daughter I [?][2:01] out to Queens on some cool-out shit But then everywhere I go, it's a shootout quick A little blood on your new outfit means a good time Don't blame me, it's just a hood rhyme for Green Leaves [Outro: Nature & DJ Green Lantern] Yo, N.O God damn, the Armageddon