Rockabye Baby Freestyle

Lyrics

They tryna to fire up like North Korean missiles Through the bone gristle But none they poems hit you in this world of cloned tissue Wrek is high grade, boom bap Taken from the underground That boy got them lyrics please make sure that you do shut him down They do not approve of my bars they do humble g's Everybody honeyed up, I'm allergic to mumble bees But i keep it moving the illusion is so jumbled these Idiots have got me underrated I've been barred up since back when Charlie won that golden ticket Rubbing charm over scars, it ain't hard to overthink it But I love this life I'm cutting through the zombies I love this game so much I live inside it like Jumanji Now is that an older reference, or has it now been modernized? Reboots and remakes subdue most of the common minds Underneath distraction we can find a world to colonize These vices and these devices shorten modern lives (huh) I grind like I ain't had an accolade They say that they grind, but check the time they working half the days Said that they were monsters, colossal like a hand grenade But they as hard as an alcoholic Anne Hathaway This planet's baking armageddon, but thank the Donald We are in a nation of forgetting Forget the pain and you can just forget the day it set in The paper screams we are fucked but no one reads the heading Whats the plot and prognosis besides cirrosis Super cal Fragile Wrek be a la dope shit Bigging up these wannabe emcees up above me Who been standing on my bars to sell it out Coyote Ugly I've been on the run since I was a hushpuppy Gaining things from grind nah I never was lucky Building up the wreking crew to stand against the fluffies And try to keep my day ones from turning into bucky's What you think this is, a life of leisure and some fuckin' game? That draws us just inside the lines that keep us up and sane I've seen some people living in the streets and stuck in pain And don't know to think if they might be the ones to blame This world has turned my heart colder then the Himalayas But I feel like I need to mobilize like demonstrators And if I don't move now I think they'll dim the faders And turn it down so no one can even attempt to save us I will not be the sucker in some motherfuckers favor And turn a blind eye while they come out and buck my neighbor This movement is independent, but the stakes are kind of major And it requires work, but we never did mind the labor Got fam who laced up so I guess this one is a rager I'm 'bout to retrogress so if you need me hit the pager I got no time in my mind to become your savior But warriors come out at night and play if that's your flavor My flavors cake and tonic, they favor hate and vomit They could just pay the homage or, save for Reaganomics I carry blades and onyx and work for pay from sonnets This data it mnemonic and ultra laced in chronic So we burnin' to the fourth degree Cause if it ain't brute force then it ain't force to me I'm feelin' this from head to toe, my soul, and in my knees This music industry is fuckin' me like birds and bees But I still love her though, I do whatever that she needs And tell my friends I must have fell so just excuse me please This thing is life or death, mics are checked through the leads And galleries hate on you cause you let the groove repeat But I will never make excuses for my service, or apologize for the art like Com's Electric Circus I will be the truth from my roots to the surface And keep it in the dungeon makin' motherfuckers nervous [Outro] Pardon me committing murder And cutting ties with any virus linking to your servers I just know how to be me And never can I perjure In nine days I do invite you all Into the Further