Five Fingers of Death (Freestyle)

[Verse]
Get ready, get set, this a meme
This is wild, this a childhood dream
I'm that guy, though, all pride, yo
Do my thing and stack rye dough, I'm at Whiteoak
The gun club, I mean 1-Oak
That's a dumb club
I don't go there, but I get dumb love
Legend, bitch
Trash you heard, that's all alleged, bitch
Plagiarists stay makin' shit
Greatest gifts come from painful shit
Truth is, I'm a true G
Only white kid with Big in a Coogi tatted to me
And 2Pac, too, and Missy on my two knees
Dude, please stop askin' 'bout my tats like some groupies
Whenever the truth's required, I'm hired
I'm the go-to guy for fire
When the truth's not needed, I beat it
I come from la migra, streets kid, I'm Jairo
Why's he actin' up? Backin' up when the trash is up
If it's trash, I'mma pass the buck, tell me why, though
'Cause I'm testin' me for the best in me
Tryna ensure this legacy, Geico
Talk shit, I pop up, I'm poppin Es
Poppin', G, Poppa C, I get you high as poppy seeds
Copy me? You ain't Heather Knox and me, roger me?
Check me, check me, evidently kid is transcending
Goddamn, it's a hell of a day
Sat here jammed between Heather and Sway
It's a dream, yessir, I'm the belle of the ball
Never thought my rhyme style was eligible
Rhymes are negligible, unintelligible
Now I'm exceptional, unquestionable
No question I'm full, my cup, it runneth over
This shit's goin' viral, yup, I'm takin' over
Better than I've been, alert, alert, sober
Me, I've been a G since he knew Kurt Loder
Eat right, stay kosher, shirt folder
Good kid, slow roll like a hurt bowler
Goddamn, I'm here, you're nowhere
You're poser, I'm poster
You're no, sir, I'm closer
Too toaster, I'm solar
You're nervous, I'm not, sir, I'm rockster
You're novice, I'm on this
I'm Costner, I'm Kevin
You're second to a monster
Roger, I'mma prosper, you are not, sir
You're a tosser, a toddler, Luke, I'm your father
But I ain't in that, though
What I am is I'm criminal with syllables and pronouns
Watch how it goes down
Yeah, my whole sound's profound
Freestyle with Sway, you would think I was a pro now
And it's pronounced Shia LaBeouf
I'm flyin' high and high ain't enough, I am above
Cut from steel, boy's real, iron is tough
I killed the Five Fingers, Sway, five ain't enough
Nah, but ten might do
Hip hop used to be fertile, now it's Timbuktu
Where'd the spitters go?
Garbage litter shit they wrote
Miss me with that Lil Boat, 'cause bigger individuals
Committed to these principles is livin' on they tippy toes
Sinkin' with the hippies' hope
Consider them the misanthropes
Talkin', those who gave it all got passed over
Rap's over when you gas up the fast forward
It's dumb now, it's trash rappin' in October
Who wrote what for who? It's all so below par
Sub-standard, used to be a litmus
If you didn't write your own shit, you got dismissed
Been through that
Now it's kiss kiss, well bang bang
I came to do my thang, mang
It was written
Get coke, this the shipment
Jewish Pac to this music with a twist of Whitman
Women, I'm the shit, man
Get the business, mint condition
But I'm married, keep your distance
Treat these ladies fair like I'm Henry Higgins
This the shipment, this a stitch in time
I got fire, I could realign your spine, man
I am real, I could redesign your rhymes, man
I'm the Einstein of rhymin'
I'm your bloodline to Simon
This is what you call refinement
I thank God almighty that I'm ballin' slightly
I say amen, I'm just a man who's chasin' elation
In my occupation, who's patient
Who comes from below the basement, from the pavement
Then I got an agent, then I done made it
Past Tom Hanks replacement
Goddamn, my life's amazin'
And you like it 'cause my life is real
My life is like a highlight reel
Don't like me? Check Twitter, how the zeitgeist feel?
Sway and Shade45 is what I just killed