Freestyle or Written

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Molemen & Juice (IL) - Rap

Freestyle or Written

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[Verse 1] I freestyle erratically for those that wanna battle me Spit venom at MC's until this mic cord is staticky Do damage to a Salt and a Pepa, without the battery When you diss you flatter me I'm fuckin' up your whole anatomy The tan tenor Oh, your hoe? We ran in her With thirteen king size chocolate antennas And in my city, for reals, yo, I'm sick of who talk About how me and my man is on the dick of New York 'Cause when I innovate, I incinerate, then I eliminate You in a state of shock until these niggas hyperventilate I serve the East Coast to West Coast and won't discriminate Penetrate, I crush all beef right where it emanate In daylight, my stray mic strike twilight And I'm the stay type, to play right, create highlights And ain't nobody finna do me, especially in this bitch game I'm ruthless, I use my middle finger when I switch lanes Pertainin' to bein' entertainin', now I'm reignin' I slay men, experts and laymen with my grey pen I'm scrapin', moldin', holdin' rap down and shapin' A style handcrafted since the days of my playpen In my drop-top, I rock spots, I got it locked stock When my Glock pop, I had the hardest niggas playin' hop-scotch I'm top notch, and if she ain't fuckin' then watch me cock-block I hit hot twat, and pop-lock Hey, nigga – knock, knock I'm enterin', Juice's shit is colder than the winter and These instumentals bang and leave a nigga's skin splinterin' Friday the 13th, I rip Jason A slick Mason like Perry with more game than Dick Grayson Perfection, rap erection, now let my TECs in I burn your neck skin, these niggas start epilepsin' Juice steps in, and if a motherfucker test us They scrapin' his ass of the wall like asbestos [Hook 1] I just freestyle the hook and display my skills No matter what a nigga kick, you'll be on my dillz Get your notebook, quote, it's time to take notes Can't fuck with the freestyles or what I got wrote Swear to god, I just rip it and freestyles my skills And everything I kick is dope, so they'll be on my dillz And when I get done with the song, you'll think I'm bullshittin' 'Cause you won't know if it's freestyle or if the shit is written [Verse 2] Niggas swear to God they finna rip the microphone I swear they couldn't go Gold if they bought a herringbone They'd need kneepads Lookin' at my style, 'cause I'ma beat bad I swear it's so dope, I had to check into a rehab Never nervous, MC's are worthless, put down your pencil My instrumental will cramp your style like a menstrual Scenario, it's time for your motherfuckin' burial I'll murder you and burn your promotional material Kinetically and alphabetically, I'm the thickest And theoretically, poetically, {*cough*} I'm the sickest My Bic is scribblin' Yo, it ain't no riddlin' If rap was defense, I'd have Kobe double dribblin' I'll leave this mothafucker so hot, it'll be sizzlin' I haven't even started my reign, I'm only drizzlin' I'm unpresentable, like pierced needles through your genital In general, I'm known for stealin' shows like a criminal I'm crucial – mathematically, I'll reduce you I'll noose you, I'll shoot your posse, even if they neutral Yo, don't drink and drive when you choosin' my tape It's like, cruisin' on the freeway and losin' your brakes And the crash'll be a crash that will thrash your ass I harass these motherfuckers from the first to the last There's no immunity, when my tape hits the Black community Niggas'll put the crack down and start usin' me My shit injures, average men down to ninjas My tape so dope, it should've came with two syringes I blend this, with no glitches, for all your bitches Last time I got so open, I needed stitches When every nigga in they Ac's and Hyundais heard this I leave niggas quieter than a Sunday service I can burn any nigga steppin' in my jurisdiction Big Juice, I'm in the house, like a shorty on restriction [Hook 2] I'm like Schwarzenegger when it's time to erase These niggas talk behind my back, but they be all up in my face If I do kick a written rhyme for you, it's a bonus I'll make you change your name to "The Rapper Formerly Known As–" So next time, please just get off my dillz And let me do whatever and display my skills 'Cause no matter if it's freestyle, no matter if it's written I'm a dope nigga, that's no bullshittin'

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  • Juice (IL)