Crooklyn (Freestyle)

Understand what I’m saying when I spit it to your brain/
On my moms imma be the greatest rapper in the game/
From the east to the west to the north to the south/
Hec is gonna be the only name that’s coming out they mouth/
From my first track I felt the joy of liberation/
Now I’m tryna blow like nuclear proliferation/
And to be quite honest I fell in love with the hatred/
It’s another reason to be proud when I make it/
The same ones talking down play my songs hella loud/
But then turn the volume down when I start to come around/
I built my shit from the ground just to cultivate the sound/
And I got a dope style can’t nobody touch it now/
Got that forest fire flow I’ll burn the whole woods/
Pothole rap it bumps in the whole hood/
Got metaphors you never met before/
Killing my competitors rhymes in my repertoire/
Make this a pathetic war/
That’s word don’t no one here got the skill /
Triple beam bars measure that on the scale/
Spit a couple kilos control like a remote/
Y’all roll the dice with your life like cee lo/
That’s a gamble I’m too hot to handle/
Always put the fire on wax like a candle/
Niggas say my three times and I pop up/
Spit straight dope like the crack when it rock up/
Always on a track like my name Usain/
I ain’t killing shit? What the fuck is you saying?/
You always out here talking hard like you bang/
But when I press a nigga up they don’t do a damn thing/
It’s a shame it’s a shame man it really is shame /
All these clowns out here throwing dirt all on my name/
Because everybody tough when they got they whole team/
When I catch a nigga dolo I bet he gon scream/
Talking outta pocket leave your jaw outta place/
So you better tame your mouth when you get up in my face/
So watch what you saying like subtitles on the TV/
I’m next up little boy just believe me/
They all tryna hate but can’t deflate the great/
If you became my enemy you made a grave mistake/
I think I just guessed it Y’all must have a death wish/
Or you ain’t get the memo that I ain’t the one to mess with/
It’s whatever man I'll make sure that you learn/
You turn on my track the aux cord gets burned/
And everybody laughing now finna be the joke soon/
And it makes it more funny that they got no clue/
They all So naive,the niggas that try me/
My rhymes ill as fuck just like HIV/
There Ain’t no contenders they nothing to remember/
Flow gifted just like the 25th of December/
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