DJ Enuff Freestyle on The B-Side

[Fred The Godson]
They know me and the hammer's blow
So nigga don't OD like Anna nicole
With the flow im a animal tho
Jsut get two speakers, I get right, i write next to a zoo keeper
Differnce when you have it
Ain't over high like knicks and blue magic
Bricks with two maddens
Elizabeth jersey, you too savage
I seen em with two faggots
Ya bitch she just gave me head, she too average
Im picky like the the draft
I wash up rats like Mickey in a bath
Now snitchin ain't wildin'
Put hands on that rat like im online browsin
Shes a chipmunk alvin
I spit pun, make a punchline album
I spit shine honest one verse
Even enough told you niggas im polished, lets work
Fred dead rhymes like redmans prime

Dont you agree to a degree, the flow haunted
And these niggas dont want it wit me
From veterans to unsign hype they respectin fred
If youdont believe nigga just bet the bread
I buy cars right its no secret
But you like nas wife, you could [?]
They can't believe the flow
Plus the rim on the whip look like angelina jo
The plan for me the blow was the [?]
And put some grams in the [?] so can it be the dough
While ionno, im on the low, been [?]
Washington heights, my connect been landin'
Got work in the diner, [?]
Did a lil magic now im workin with China
I'm a crunch liner rhymer get you crunched like a daughmer
Havin' lunch wit obama, im a punchliner rhymer
Yo enuff, they don't get this sick bomba
I left rap for keys like Swizz did [?]
I can fix shit wit ganja
I rather buy a brick fo' i get me a honda
Fred the god, clip in the armor
Never thought a rod was dickin' madonna
So your girl i get head once i meet her
Like derek, I g'd her
Girl like reba, mc[?]
Niggas sell refeer and they get crack buyer
Fred in ya speaker, now facts on fliers
I was nice since latefah was fire
You want beef brother? i'll stomp ya face on conceret like we are the streets cover
I kill faggots, have ya kid in the front of the bridge like the cover of illmatic
I put you under the sea
Fred turn ya situations into bob marley, ya dread fuckin' wit me
Black ratchet, shot him on that man block
Clutchin' the desert, i'm playin' in the sandbox
Look at that man watch, fuckin' with papi
Brother ain't majorin', [?]
[?]
Fuck religion, muslims get hogtied
Thats when the ransom occurs
Niggas talkin' bout how hansome you were
You finna die
Pinocco backwords, slugnose come out then you lie
My pen and i they can't identify
Fraction of my flow, they can't break it down, simplify
Complicated, they constantly concentrated
Its the truth, I'm in the booth just conversatin'
If you nice remember get em'
You see i play for the yankee's, I never met em
This halloween it was sick
I painted myself brown, I'm the shit
The god fire, put the gauge to ya
They want something like [?] trade rumors
Plain tee, black sweats on the grey pumas
This rap at it's best, i heard the same rumor
Put dummys to ya, when I blast the have you in a all white cask like the honeymooners
I rhymeburgs, bronxboy [?] like time served
I rhyme words different, got white's in construction sites they work sniffin'
My verse spittin' yours ain't worth listenin'
Ice grillin' me? i hit reverse [?]

Still when I'm trappin', got them cameras off me
The man that killed ya man, he bought the hammer off me
Oh, you don't know me?
Huh, well ya playin' yourself like Jordan against Kobe
She say what I say, she a mockingbird
I'm tryin' to J her, I'm mocking Bird
Larry for the slow minded
I cop a house, no credit, the Bronx co-signed
Crunch time, I get lethal
I'm hot with fans, I punchline for the people
He deny that he Black and now he cryin'
White people like his name Tiger, he lyin'
Well fuck 'em, I'm boss of the strip
Four-fifth with the porcelain grip
Huh, I get a thousand a bar, I'm a G MC
You in denial, I'm in a Denali
Now we, could discuss if I work with Diddy
The inside of the truck look like Circus City
If I die, they'll be like "shit, his hearse was witty"
I come here to spit, I brought verses with me
Been hittin' on base for years worse than Griffey
Shoot your brother for that Doughboy worse than Ricky
Infrared gleam on 'em
Niggas is like CDs, they play them self when the beam's on 'em
Flow tight like Juicy Couture
Biggie told us Juicy could tour, it was all a dream
Out the pit, now Vick's on the Eagles
My gun sick, I rub Vicks on the Eagle