Lunch Break Freestyle

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Saba - Rap, Trap

Lunch Break Freestyle

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[Intro] Hmm, yeah, mm [Verse] Might pull up to the party, Junya Watanabe, the flow could body any bodies I am highly prepared for the kind of affairs real legends gotta embody, need the audience ears I've been slept on, stepped over, less noticed Stepped up to bat like the mess at a Met Gala That mean high fashion, high art, high talk You should notepad or voice memo when I start I might have lost niggas when I stopped to demand mine The record so good, if I lose, about damn time But that'll never happen, every verse is a classic Every word gotta matter 'til every Madison Avenue bus get to playin' Saba The blue line ambassador Could've said green, but that train's too hazardous I'm not FaZe, nobody's out-rappin' us, it's laughable I could get online, start addin' folks But the list is long, so I won't go down the rabbit hole But know that I make nigga's favorite rappers sound like average Joes And the beat is by the actual GOAT Y'all get so caught up on hype, y'all gave the Grammy out to— I belong here, don't confuse me if you had it wrong Comparin' me is like comparin' Mike to José Calderón This Pivot Gang, I'm never out alone You signed the same deal you could've got in school if you took out a loan I'm Al Capone fresh out the womb, I'm 'bout to fuck the street up Mike Tyson a microphone, I'm 'bout to fuck the beat up The only nigga that is stoppin' me is Jesus My God black, his afro like velcro My car black, the climate changed, Al Gore I'm 'Bron headin' to Akron, I'm goin' back home That's where they hop out in traffic without a mask on And get you for everything that you have on But I move off of love, not fear still Wish a nigga would-y, like Buzz Lightyear I done bubbled up and caught a buzz like Bill Buildin' this, swear you would think it was IKEA I'mma tell you how it really was, my dear 'Cause I'm afraid that it ain't really nun' I fear [Outro] Hahaha, yeah And that's—and that's that Shit, it's Ramadan so it ain't no food, uh, just yet But the sun finna go down, so we gonna get right into it

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  • Saba