Give It Up Fast (Radio Freestyle)

[Intro]

Yo, yo
This is real hip hop
Don't fuck with us, this is real hip hop
Yo, Mof Radius
Mic check
Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Sadhu]

I rap, for true hip hop listeners
I stick, like Blistec sticks
The mic's my column and spear that I be killing them with
Number one contender in them rap rinks
I move from day and night
Shine bright like iced out wrists
Colt 45's render times and a life of struggling
Momma in demise, but I reminisce lies
Middle school days, with the haze, getting bad grades
Child services taking my mother's place
It was a nightmare
She made jewelry in the back of the crib living on welfare
I remember hell's stare, when her eyes met mine
Told me "follow the rules, and boy you gonna shine"
So I shined from out of nowhere and nothing
Since I was a youngin'
Since '94, rising up to be something
Reaching hip hop galore
Making funky bitches drop on the dance floor
Implore the peace corps
While momma waged war with the bottle
Stuck in the trap door, tryna throttle
Fast forward through life, she said "these times are so tight"
Meanwhile, Lil' Jose getting in trouble and fights
Breaking jaws, supporting six kids "like nigga what you waiting for?"
"You've been living on welfare support your whole life"
Try to recognize while I'm lyrically precise on the mic
I'm magic on the mic like Magic Mike without the tights
Turn this shit into a classic, like 'Matic, precise
So what'll suffice? Perhaps the special spice to get your attitude nice
I rhyme tight 'cuz my dome kicks that hip hop Glock
Shoot a mother fucker down with the b-bop
(Bop, bop)
Back on the block, my dome bopping hip hop and it never stop
'Till I hit the curb, open the door of the grocery store
Buy the dutch for the herb
So as I splurge my mental, into instrumental utensils
I scorch any fella, make they asses turn lentil