Hot 97 Freestyle Part 2

[Verse]
I'm not a killer but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy
Y'all don't want drama
Cause drama brings problems and problems must be solved
And to solve 'em
Then we involving revolvers, automatics and God
Cause then I gotta repent
The way it looks, see I'm a soldier and I told ya not to push me
Cause I push back ah
I pushed packs in the ghetto, holding the plastic and metal
My soul's trapped with the devil, I need help, listen
I carry weapons to weddings, burners to churches
Rutgers to funerals
Since I think I'm next I be nervous, I'm sorry
I'm sick
Sick and tired, I was spitting fire
Hit your clique and switch attire
That means I change clothes
Hit folks, spare women and children
See while I'm talking the adrenaline's building
Can you feel it? The pain is inside of my heart
My wax is inside your ears
My music is within your brain
My reflection is in you tears
That's in my soul so I flex my vocabulary
Mix it up with my flow and it's colder than January
February, March, April
Not April, cause April rains, May is warm
I got July in my pocket, the heat is on
Look
I speak sin, breathe wind, spit fire
Walk barefoot through deserts with leopards and never tire
Y'all dudes is getting quiet
Before you was talking 'bout 20's on your tires
And I swore you was walking but
I ain't a liar
See I came here hot footing
Trying to move this weight a long distance, sorta like shot putting
Whitney got my number, Daryl Strawberry, Doc Gooden
Rick James, all come to check me, see what I got cookin'
My man's moms be braining me when I'm not looking
Though I keep explaining to her that stuff in her face is not pudding
I'm not good at this, I'm bad
Y'all shouldn't listen
Dads, moms, call your kids and grab all this foolishness I'm saying
Sha Stimuli, I'm selfish
Tell kids
S.T.I. forget it, y'all know how to spell look
My names in the dictionary
Pain of a visionary
I'ma stop there, you'll it, it's my year