KITD Freestyle

Lyrics

[Interlude: Martin Lawrence & The Notorious B.I.G.] I gots to talk I gotta tell what I feel (Mhm) I gotta talk about my life as I see it [Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & FLO] (Biggie) Yeah G.O.M. in the building (Biggie) This goes out to you And you and you (Biggie) One time for the NYC One time for the NYC (Biggie) One time Let me hear one time, uh [Verse 1: FLO] I got a problem with the devil, boy, get it popping With the opposition, not in the kitchen whipping up kettle corn I'm dope, tryna get my hero on Devil dropped the soap, time to show him where the metal gonе Roll up on a omen with a weapon drawn Beat a dеmon deep into a coma 'til he dead and gone Leave him bleeding, hang him by the throat with an extension cord Adois, sucker, body floating up to Lebanon That was just a bar (Tell 'em) Y'all ain't know I body flows, I'm just getting warm Embodying the culture in its purest form And it's odd 'cause I ain't been doing this for very long Took a while for me to blow, cherry bomb Tore up from the floor up 'til Jehovah did the Barry Bonds Shocked me up, promise I ain't puffing on that Mary Juane Made the curse disappear like a fairy wand Switching gears, snipe for your dome in every song Decipher the code, I am Joseph putting Pharaoh on Likely to go off, invite me to no soft Or I'll never meet 'em, eat the beef until the dairy gone Sin is lethal, please believe me, it is scary, dog (Biggie) But I'm Tim Teebo with the prayer, declare a war [Interlude 1: Bumps INF] Yo [Verse 2: Bumps INF] By nature, I'm kinda hostile to the Gospel that's written That make me real sloppy, like the body condition The bigger pun, then I run from the God that has risen Man, I bounce like Ricky scratchin' lottery tickets, hahaha! I run into the arms of the one who would steal my joy But will I fight a lot? (Nah) Iller noise Christ the Boss, it's a miracle I'm still employed When I fall, like the walls of Jericho, it's still a choice Yeah, I know, I gotta do better Hell's hotter than rockin' two sweaters while in Cancun's weather When I'm out of line, like rude gestures And fall in sin? Man, you'll see the sinner fold, Hugh Hefner Uh, that's a ridiculous statement I'm ready to rumble like Buffle when he gets in them cages So tell the Devil to bring it on, when I'm deceased and gone I'm gon' be higher than Cheech and Chong with a freakin' bong Gone [Verse 3: Selah The Corner & The Notorious B.I.G.] I been in this game for years, I was a animal before that Son of Sam mixed with Hannibal before rap By my side where the four at Holdin' up a convent while I unbuckle a nun' bra strap I ain't glorifyin' nothin', homie, fall back I just want the war back, show me where the sword at (Biggie) That cocaine, yeah, you fought that So I rap to them blacks sittin' with white keys, where the chords at? I'm tired of these carnal rappers They got the green movin' like the Packers But when the beef and the heat walk, all of that'd reverse Stars turn to rats when you're lookin' at 'em backwards Get it? Stars, rats, backwards? Most of these rappers who claim that they clap actors And doin' they prime numbers, but they non-factors And crackin' all in the sight of these youth hackers They don't know the way that my God'll make That Bread of Life what my God'll bake So any mountain that's surroundin', I accommodate With 'em fresh winds all around, like a fan when it oscillate Return of the King, I'm preparin' em Tell the adversary, I'ma come and put the fear in 'em Slashin' and tearin' 'em, what he on? Had my hoodie on way before they started shootin' us for wearin' 'em (Biggie) [Interlude 2: Selah the Corner, The Notorious B.I.G. & Bizzle] [?] (Roof, Biggie) Bizzle Uh Yeah, uh [Verse 4: Bizzle & The Notorious B.I.G.] Homie, I was born for the war (Yeah) Cut my own umbilical chord with a sword (Yeah) Could'a swore I'd be twenty-four in the morgue Who'd figure Biz'd be on the tour for the Lord? Not me! (No) I could have been lost and off in a coffin And tossed behind bars with Rick Ross as a warden (Hahaha) Instead, I walk with a cross on me And often I fall down, but in light of it all, God offered a pardon (Yeah) And some of y'all'd feel it's whack Here, if it makes you feel better, I'm dealin' crack (Tell 'em) I'm killin' my own, lettin' that semi clap 'til Traevon dies That's when I grab a hoodie and act like I give a crap (Fellas) How ill is that? Do cats really rap Like trickin' on Christmas negates dealin' crack? (Huh?) Fam, you ever seen how a rock make a person act? Coppin' kicks for the whole block, ain't reversin' that? (Yeah) And, no, it ain't beef when I see 'em But I stand on my words when I meet 'em (Yeah) But you so brainwashed, a rapper could be in jail for raping a little girl And you'd throw a shirt on that say "Free 'em" (Truth music) They want dope? I OD 'em, you want the hope? Consult Jesus (Biggie) You don't want Him? Keep frontin', you gon' need Him (Oh, you're gonna kill it) And yep, I'm a Christian, but you touch my woman And kids, and you can trust you gon' meet Him (Yeah) This ain't a thug talkin', this love talkin' (Talkin', uh) The beats, the plate, the bars are my love offering (Here) The game wicked, I'm done watchin' I'll lyrically body 'em all and drop hip-hop off in one coffin (Biggie, yeah) I know the truth hurt, so it's hard to listen (Hurt) If the bars ain't about bricks or the cars I'm whippin' (Whippin') Killin' niggas and doggin' women And you prolly so used to the word "****", it sound funny when I call 'em "women" (Uh) I bet they wanna kill me, and if not, they finna (Kill me, finna) I'm here to expose every lie they give you (Yeah) So whether I make friends or not, make ends or flop (Not) I'ma go straight in, every chip in the curb changes the block (Yeah!) So I keep fightin', and, no, I'm not Jesus I'm just a repented sinner with a goal to be like Him [Outro: Bizzle] Bizzle (Yeah!)