Dominant Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: Radio Host & Eclipse 427] Back here on, uhh, WKLZY-3 I am the effervescent Graham Concorse here with the ghetto Chee for you We got to get blocked out to tear it off (Yeah) F'real, we got my man, uhh, Kirby Dominant, and Uhh, Murs be, uhh, Making Underground Raw Shit Problem Child, Eclipse 24/7, Bashir's Fluid Hip-Hop And of course, hahahaha (427) Make sure you say my name right, motherfucker, ah-hahaha Okay, we're gonna let these folks get on the mic and get their freestyle on right, quick But I wanna big up, you know, the whole family My mother, my father and my cousin Alright [Verse 1: Kirby Dominant] You, will, not, be able to Understand anything if you're an idiot and illiterate My style is so new and fresh, Pacific I'm the best, fools get hella mad when I say I'm from the West But that's okay because the niggas don't understand As soon as I open up a beer Niggas get to running because they know I'm gonna get the paragraphs and I'm gonna digest 'em I'm gonna go to Telegraph and I'm gonna manifest 'em Niggas don't wanna see how I be doin' my shit, I'm bulletproof Nigga, I go to the booth, and then I go down to the sea My style is hecka fresh, I be squirtin' shit like semen Niggas don't wanna fuck with me Cardiac arrest, you know my lead, don't be tryna stress My microphone is like Buddha Bless Along with a MC down with Budapest 'Cause I rock from here to there, it don't matter Your underwear'll get stretched out when I come through phatter with more calories My microphone earns major salories like celeries I got so many proteins, niggas out here On my jock Tryna grab the scrotum Talkin' 'bout "I love them fuckin' rhymes", nigga I wrote 'em Don't try to bite Don't try to recite what I'm sayin' I'm on this microphone, you better be prepared for somebody more specific My style is so fuckin' [?] Life values, like morals Niggas don't wanna fuck with the style because I got more flows than your mom do on the menstrual cycle My style is like Michael Without all the reconstruction to the face, my microphone will debase All your property, deface your monopoly I'm on boardwalk Niggas wanna talk all that shit but I got more talk Like that motherfucker down with Spencer Motherfuckers need to get tired, better yet, nigga just retire [Verse 2: Murs] Motherfuckers need to retire Murs rewire, jump-start the whole shit The pump starts to pump blood through the veins The nigga's insane Mid-City, LA - engraved on the brain if you didn't know Now this is where we go, to Pico, to Redondo Up Metal Brook, that's B-R-double O-K Niggas be gettin' whooped in basketball all day at the Crest That's how we do it on the West if you didn't know Los Angeles is the place where you go if you really think you tough If you really on the microphone saying all that hard stuff I mean if you really shootin' niggas ten times a day That's probably why your rhymes is so weak and yo' ass is gay Been in the pen' like, no times, no So I have more time to write doper rhymes than you got I never been locked up and never had to be on the spot 24/7, while I was trying to be a Living Legend All my days, that I practice all these tactics In the backyard, making rhymes on the fuckin' mattress I was fuckin' your broad, and then I became God Got a little knowledge but then I flunked high school So I didn't go to college, but, it was all great I mean I stayed up late, and wrote rhymes and debate With my homie's freestyle ways, you know how we get down [?] craze is the phase, in the underground, and I wonder how Clowns thought they could challenge me Nigga, I battle for salaries, I don't battle for free no more Niggas wanna come to the door at your local radio station Tryna be defacing Murs, I don't think you in the worst po- Situation, position, you ever been in, now listen This is the Dominant, flipping coalition, rap-italism If niggas don't know, I'm slappin' 'em with isms Like I used to do Nickel sack, the nigga beef Nickel and whack Not decided on one point I anoint microphones, don't hit no joints Ayy, Kirb, what's the point? [Verse 3: Kirby Dominant] F'real! Radio still F'real! Niggas ain't ready to build It's time for the architect to look at your blueprints and inspect MC's! Prepare, my microphone'll scare any motherfucker that dare To step upon the stage I'm like the mayor, tryin' to kick you bitch ass niggas up out my city My microphone stays lookin' like left titties on your girlfriend My microphone or her friends Don't try to step up, 'cause I lift up the skirt On the mic It don't even matter, don't give a fuck what you like [Outro: Murs] Give a fuck what you like, ayy This that dopest freestyle shit out the Bay Niggas got somethin' to say, anyway Bring it, bring it You know what I'm sayin', 'cause I'm not battlin' niggas no more Bitch a- [*inaudible*] -Not tryna fight nobody, I'm tryna rap Period F'Real