Freestyle (The Will Tell Compilation Vol. 4: Raider of the Lost Art)

Will Tell ft. Brooklyn Academy (ft. Icon, Mr. Metaphor, Pumpkinhead, and Block McCloud) - “Freestyle (The Will Tell Compilation Vol. 4: Raider of the Lost Art)”
[Emcee(s): Icon, Mr. Metaphor, Pumpkinhead, and Block McCloud]
[Producer(s): Will Tell]
[Hook/Vocals: Block McCloud]

[Hook: Block McCloud]
Let my style be free
My voice path frees me
Throwing rocks, can’t see
‘Cause they won’t where I go

[Verse 1: Icon]
Yo, yo, I rise
To purple skies. Women cry, rise in alibis
I fucked them but never loved them. They hurt me inside. Thought there
Was love here, but you was just smirking inside. Jump out
The window. Icon’ll never naturally die. Void as
The black hole but never made it back home. When I
Die, make sure they bury me with a black rose. While in
The black hole, a armadillo ate an astro. When I
Was born, my body was ninety-five percent coke. Yo, where I’m
From, bad times and happiness walk hand-in-hand in the
Street. Was we sent here to live or just to die?
The world is much more than just trying to get high. I said
“The world is much more than just trying to get high”

[Verse 2: Mr. Metaphor]
What I
Write make the world shine bright, burn through your Oakleys
Bloodshot eyes. I breathe the city air that’s smoky
Shady. Souls done showed me how the closest even play me
I let the music raise me. She couldn’t ever rape me—she
Made me—mother and son—ayyo, I love her like none. It’s crazy
Had I made her doubt me when I’m her baby
Breastfed from day one, patting my back over her shoulder
Plot to take me and changing my diapers on her sofa
Her little soldier. Giving me kisses and hugs that can’t
Be touched—unconditional love. The gift
Of the blood. Even wash my dick in her tub
Sing it to me. The sound was my nipple to suck
It tickled my gut. I close my eyes shut, open ‘em up
To a dirty Rolly, dirty glows, holding a cup. I
Could hardly hear your voice, ma. What happened to us? Yo, I
Could hardly hear your voice, ma. What happened to us?

[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2)
Let my style be free
My voice path frees me
Throwing rocks, can’t see
‘Cause they won’t where I go

[Verse 3: Pumpkinhead]
My words spit pure anger from years of hard labor
From rags to riches, from independent to major, living in
Danger in a world of haters, corrupt mayors
Thug niggas with bangers. Love triggers and chambers
I can’t call it. My heart cold like Antarctic
Camcord it. Street life put your mans on it
Hell, we stand on it. I’m trying to open your eyes
Nod your head and jam on it. To see twenty-six, I don’t
Plan on it, so I’ll stay twisting mad chronic
My life is in fast-forward. ‘Bout to see my last morning
I’ll wake up, put my gear on, wipe the crust
Out of my eye, ready to die, kiss moms goodbye
Let the bombs fly. Every day is like war to me
I’m so high, I feel a bird with enormous wings
About to take flight. My voice carries me
Now I’ll walk on the clouds amongst the heavenly. Bury me

[Verse 4: Block McCloud]
She said that every breath was me. Ecstasy when she was
Sexing me. Brought out the best in me, my destiny
Guaranteed. She was my parents’ seed—my folks called her
“Daughter.” Was right there when she broke water
Fair to say she was my biggest fan, so I did everything
A nigga can to make the figures grand, including trigger-bang
Down on the corner, out on the street, making
The block hot, burner cocked, avoiding the heat. They’re on
The beat like a metronome, out to get your head cloned
If dozing, posing threats, I’ll set the tone first
Let their dome burst if they come up searching me
Irking me, taking my profit from me, jerking me
I’m coming up like Hercules. Certain fiends
Went from searching jeans and cheap fruits to three-piece suits
In pursuit of happiness and security
For you and me, my immortal beloved

[Hook: Block McCloud] (x4)
Let my style be free
My voice path frees me
Throwing rocks, can’t see
‘Cause they won’t where I go