Blunt Blowin (Freestyle)

[Intro]
[Lighter Sparks]
Yeah, Sonn
Right back on these niggas heels
But we ain't losing, we about to lap these niggas
K. Mitch Ho!!!!

[Verse 1: K. Mitch]
Went from unsigned to grind time its my time capisce
Fine pines, flocks of dimes, and penthouse suits (suits)
I can show you the ropes (ropes)
Observations of slipeknots
I keep an "L" like the alphabet, quater past twelve on big clock
Mo gorgeous than Rick Flair (Whoo!)
Stone Cold is my wrist watch
They know that I'm the Vince McMahon that's probably why they want to liplock
Spicier than cayenne (swoo) Sudan ain't seen a nigga this hot
My pants ain't from LA but Magic Johnson all up in my ziplock
I probably should slow down the last three years been feeling like Woodstock
I blunt blow like Weezy We cuz Mooka mane get it by the ziplock
I swear I been that nigga, since me and D flipped that Poniac
And real niggas are rare, like white corners and runningbacks
Annnnnddddd, thes niggas weak (weak) Monday to Sunday
My niggas eating hardy currency buffet (huh)
Hey miss Brigitte parlez-vous francais?
And I don't wait in club lines nigga (nigga) excuse (excuse) me (me)
Album on the way already got that MTV demeanor
Third strike flow, they spit that Missy misdeanor
Side chick wanna kick it (kick it)
Swear she think this Fifa
So I keep them Trojans on me, Rose Bowl Coliseum (huh)
Skeptics talk shit, my ears work like Stevie's eyes
They seem to underrate me even though I'm overqualified
American dreamin' (dreamin')just tryna get my slice of pie
I'm all over this money like the pyramid under the eye
Big dog shit I'm big as Beast from sandlot
Clifford on these niggas I'll go hand to hand with Hancock
I'm the puppet master my shambhalas got Fraggle rocks
Bars concrete I deliver lyrical cinder blocks (uhh!)