ANoyd (Part 1 & 2) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle014

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[Part 1: ANoyd] Man I could leave ages before going against the fake and that's kinda messed up Like two chicks with fake breasts trying to do a chest bump They 'ANoyd next up' So when I bow you taking the wow home This like Mikey you Morris Chestnut Seat reserved for a party of two you second guessed us You ain't recruit me probably on your 10th cup It's in my roots to keep my black fist on froze, cause none the lesser You play wit your pick and 'fros up, like brother Questlove I'm finna cut my ring finger off and put a nest up So I can flip you the bird when I still put the West up Tryin' to open the door for my state to manifest up Til we don't got no door to open like a UPS truck I'm that attached, clouded over my pupils And never old a cataract all this ink on my body Grandma said it's my habitats Always kept it inside like Cracker Jack Let us cover your eye wit a cabbage patch ANoyd, define sacrificial rap Itchin' for the money, real meaning of chicken scratch Using rubbers cause I saw the prices on Similac Tryna make my city match, Pitty Pat When I turn 30 Kerry Kittles that This white bird came out the blue on my Twitter app No respect laugh in your face at a hospital, sap Nas said he went to Hell for snuffin' Jesus I got godspeed, I swing holy like wiffle bats 24 man handsome, a little scrawny From right and wrong to realize I brought the Brawny And calmly I drank Bacardi before I was watchin' Barney And I saw you putting in that work, you were Tommy from Martin Tommy Boy, Chris Farley, arrivederci I'm the type of dude to step on your wheats without saying sorry And he made me brought a Patron, he having me run a party So I separate the darks and the lights like I'm doing laundry, yeah I feel the industry lyrically came hesitant With less drive than New York City pedestrian This play of life so messed up that I went polygamous And got it sealed on a multi-syllable syllabus And you saying the sky's the limit, the sky's limitless Cup on the street corner, balling, you poor singing it, yeah Are you in to be famous? I'm in the infamous, diligent middle finger and picture Photosynthesis, images imminent Ambivalent, venomous, participant listenin' Articulate, infinite to the core Sellin' CDs when I get to the store Even with your knee in my back and my chin to the floor, for real Yeah, it's burgundy season, I guarantee that I was the one Starvin' in front, gettin' the feedback When I retire, Mediterranean sea that I drop a verse once a year like I'm three stacks I'm trying to leave these other rappers in dust And embarrassed enough that nobody even tracking their stuff And they find me up at the station like I happen to cuss And Funk Flex kicked me off the plate for rapping too much I had a dream so I ran to it Half thick skin, cause it's a man sport Illmatic vinyl still in my jam sport I'm just a kid from Connetty, I've been ready I put my fork around and pull strings like spaghetti [Part 2: ANoyd] Where I'm from yo they hate to borrow a nigga some love They give me rent money so I gotta live with a grudge From dawn and dust pans, I don't sweep me under the rug And the funny thing is the tree grew next to the stick in the mud Little niggas on the web tryin to get me to sput But I never be a potato on a couch with a butt Light in my hand contemplate and shrug and doin' drug Eating eggs and sipping tea, I'm lit as a mug I soak up what I acknowledged For my future that tough shit rubbed off me like a loofah Taking drastic measures with a protractor Yeah they tried to curve a brother but I'm still a ruler Statement askew for my vicissitudes Anything that you wrinkle or anybody like pissy pools I remember days when I didn't even get to choose Cable so shitty that I don't even get the news Yeah I got a lot to prove And the Lord won't take me right off my path A total obstacle, I seen this girl the other day throwing recyclables Homeless man said, "You got some cardboard that I could use?" Se said, "I give you the shit for a couple dollars dude." He said, "I been sleeping on the street I don't got proper shoes." She stood there with her hand out and a straight face Bitch tried to sell him the box like a prostitute Thought it was impossible It's like it wasn't even optional She was eating a heart shaped popsicle Figures the opposite of what's right Sayin' hello with a blunt Don't try to show me the ropes for hypotenuse How you gonna stop the love? My state wants to spread love so I got 'em love Talking mad shit like they up in the class but they ain't doing shit but acting up Man, I swear I always love when we got us up Now I'm tryin' to bring it to light, I'm sick of plotting Broker than a motherfucker, music all I got And knickerbocker pockets full of lint, no direct deposit Feeling like my ancestors cause I'm still picking cotton Oh Lord