Ajax Freestyle

[Intro: Jay NiCE]
"Yo, man, never one choice, aye, what's wrong, don't talk, don't see you"
"Yo, man, never one choice, aye, what's wrong, don't talk, don't see you"
Ayo
Young nigga with a taste of fashion
Displaying madness, conversations with a naked actress
These are thoughts while the spliff turns
Can teach you how to be the one, the new Lawrence Fishburne
Man, hold up

[Interlude: Jay NiCE]
MAN THAT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN PROBLEM WITH THESE YOUNG MOTHERFUCKERS TODAY
ALWAYS IN THEY MOTHERFUCKIN PHONES
YOU NEED TO LOOK THE FUCK AROUND, NEED TO GO OUTSIDE NIGGA
IMMOBILIARE, THAT'S A COMPANY YOU CAN TRUST
YOU CAN'T BANG WITH US 'CAUSE YOU TOO MOTHER-MOTHERFUCKIN BROKE
GODDAMN

[Verse 1: Jay NiCE]
Young nigga with a taste of fashion
Displaying madness, conversations with a naked actress
These are thoughts while the spliff turns
Can teach you how to be the one, the new Lawrence Fishburne
Major cabbage, I'm fucking bitches in the Matrix, laughing
When will these kids learn? I'm grown, I got my plate the fastest
All of my babes the baddest, Ace of Spades we splashing
Hating ass niggas in my face be acting like it ain't no static
Yeah, aight
I keep it moving from the snakes in grass
And all you lames gon' play in traffic while I move this Anglo Saxon
And still manage to pay my taxes, I'm out here
Took it to the South this year, my clout, it could bounce there
New Supreme mouth glare, me and style is a wild pair
The green Gucci high tops look like a Crocodile
Yeah, I'm out here
Born bummy as fuck but dying fly
Black Goddess by my side, your chick a defiant slide
Aiaiai
I'm Powerbombing powder profits
Every hour clock in, knock it off, you cowards jocking
Hopping in something exotic, never been without an option
Your bitch got you on lock, you ain't even allowed to cop shit
That's not sick, the total opposite
I'm foul with logic
Break it down, force feed it the game, now she got it
Now we shopping, these lames been behind since 9
Watch me cross the finish line, that's why I never spent time
I win mine, nigga I win mine
Don't make it an issue, you don't want me to send slime (Where this fuck nigga at?)
I'm on the balcony, fresh, overlooking the city lights
With a fiend next door, he been for fifty nights
That's why shit get provided, I'm pushing this Iggy white
So me and money go together like Brooklyn and Biggie, right?
Get it right
MBK, we sound like your favorite bank
Eating flavored steak, gravy or mashed potatoes, it's great
Taste the flavor, savour the waves made on the stage
We creators, who can make it to major radio play?
These are straight facts, new fear of Gods
Cost me eight stacks
Modern art, Avant-garde, I really paint that
Been a Fly Talker since way back
I'm talking Ma$e in '97 with the wave cap
My shooter sniffing coke mixed with Ajax
And fuck nigga, we don't play that

[Verse 2: Left Lane Didon]
Peep
Immobiliare, open diary
Flows is fiery, this shit feel like some orange Wallies
The stove is powdery, the microwave is Roberto Cavalli
The pot place paintings on the wall and custies in the alley
My wrist is flawless, my bitch a Goddess; a queen
Your bitch retarded, she sniffing molly; a fiend
My vocals sound like Blue Dream
I smell like lightning boy and look like Sade voice
My aura is so astonishing, occupation look obvious
Pen opulent, Nagasaki how I be bombing shit
It's rotten out East
These lil niggas is sparking spliff and barking stick and spend the whole night looking for Opps to hit
Hope you ain't targeted 'cause if you understood how far it could get
You'd prolly disregard it and split
The last batch ain't move, that was a horrible flip
We muscle through, I gave my workers a cordial gift
I cut the cord on newborns but can't get caught in the mix
Birth hustlers aborted the risk
The turnbuckle was loose before the max and you just give it a lift
Then tag me in and imma push a rapper face in the shit
The apron was hit, chasing grip, reminiscing 'bout dope for part
Telling em to it to time like it's Noah's ark
Ricky laughing so hard, the nigga start to snort
Memories inside my third eye help me mould the art
Big homie live at level 5, he control the car
You missed the story, tell you lean on me like Joseph Clark
Been in the black for so long that we don't know it's dark
Address the Lord with an open heart
Don