I.G. Off and Supernatural Freestyle (A Long Rhyme Coming: The 1999 to 2002 Sessions Pt. 1)

[Intro: I.G. Off and Supernatural]
I.G. Off: Like heroine. What? Ayyo, Nat, check this out. Yo, check this out. Yo
Supernatural: Just, just, just to freak for Eddie Ill and the D.L. Wha-what? Yeah. Blaze, part

[Hook: I.G. Off]
We called it “Freestyle.” We took the “R” out
Now it’s “Feestyle.” You hear me, dawgs?
We used to Freestyle. We took the “R” out
Now it’s “Feestyle.” You hear me, dawgs?

[Verse 1: I.G. Off]
Your whole world is gonna feel my pain. We the two
Illest emcees off the brain. Y’all done heard about us
Everywhere that y’all go. From the streets
To the underground, to the studio. You could check
The Apollo. You could check your wine bottle. You could check
Your Philly. And, everywhere you go, gonna see me
You gonna feel me ‘cause the whole world’s gonna hear me
I’ll be the jury. I heard the streets was looking. I got
Them scared to look. I got you open every time
That we drop a hook. We leave y’all rap cats shook
Titles will get took. We on the mic tonight
Yo, we gonna set it off. Yo, Supernat, make it right

[Verse 2: Supernatural]
Now I’ma let y’all feel my play, I’m gon’ explain
Spit on the microphone and make it acid rain
Now the first day that I stepped inside of this game
I rocked a lyric off the dome and blew it straight out the frame
From that point, everybody knew I had fame
But there were saboteurs that were living inside the game
Some of them came as snakes, some of them came as friends
Some of them came as foes, but it all came out in the end
Yeah, and now I know where I stand
So I met I.G. Off and I’ma make him my man
Put him on the right hand, move like contraband
Yeah, brother. Yo, I travel ‘cross lands
And touch Egypt sands. I started a prayer. When it
Comes to lyrics off the dome, I.G. don’t play

[Verse 3: I.G. Off]
No, we don’t play. Yeah, you heard what he said
He was the man who used to tour instead
So now, as a mentor, he taught me a lot. So every
Time we step on stage, it’s platinum when we drop
As far as that goes, I’m about to match Jordan rings
Freestyle king—people say we kick nice things
Drama we bring—in other word, ruckus. Fuck with me
You’ll see Timberland prints on cheeks and Chuckers
We bring the butters to decree we’s the illest
Y’all got to feel this, and, on the streets, we the realdest
I can’t conceal this. It’s just freestyle ability
The fact that we iller than you, that’s versatility
That same mentality ‘cause, me on the mic, y’all pale
In comparity. Y’all can’t fuck with we
So in S.M.E., you add the N-A-T
Get on the M-I-C, rip it at the count of three
Uh huh

[Verse 4: Supernatural]
Now this just a freestyle for a ill mixtape
But when we spit it on, ayyo, we make the tape great
Yo, brother, it’s like eating off a platinum plate
Ayyo, I’ll blow the party up and then I skate
You could say that it’s a rhyme-by or a flyby
It’s Supernatural spitting. I was born a fly guy
Yeah, I’ll walk through. Used to peep Cooley High
There were so many things in my life I wanted to try
I dropped a couple tears when Cochise died
Yo, I love fish in the pan when it’s fried
Yo, I like my hair knotty, don’t fuck with lye
Every time that I could rock it, yo, I’m just too raw
Baby pa on the side of me, yo. We got an academy
Yo, grab the microphone, defy laws of gravity
And this is tragedy the way we spit it off the dome
I.G. Off, yo, bless the microphone

[Verse 5: I.G. Off]
Well, we
Take it home like the Yankee ‘cause that’s the only
Yank that I be. I’ll bring an amp on emcees
I terrify and y’all don’t wanna go after me
Because I’m ‘bout to hit ya—check out the melody
Now I bust you down with the fist like this
You tried to fuck around, can’t hang with Chris
McKenzie. Feeding frenzy like piranha, show my ass
Like Madonna ‘cause I’ll flow and act just like one wanna
Bananas, I’ll flow on your puss like piranha
I’ll eat you. On microphones, you flow, I’ll defeat you
I’ll beat you. We shoot you. We win, we outdo
‘Cause, me and Supernat, our flow is long overdue
What?

[Verse 6: Supernatural]
Yo, long overdue. Yo, part, I’m feeling you
There were so many things that I really wanted to do
But this career is in my heart, so I will pursue
Until every dream that I hid in my mind comes true
Now, every time I blast, bro, I’ll start to zone
There’s somebody calling in on the Nat phone
Yeah, every time that I rock it, I could see
Yo, the phone, out of nowhere, yo, it started to ring
“Hello, is, um, Supernat there? Yeah, it’s a star
Yo, I just got a call from Mr. A&R
He said we gonna give you a diamond ring and a shiny car
And all you gotta do is walk around and front hard
And act like you’re large—you know, play the role
Yeah, you could say that I’m the Devil and I’m tickling your soul”
This is how I feel. Yo, I had to flex my skills
They didn’t know how it felt to be locked on two-inch reels
With sex appeal, yo, I got the raw deal
Lot of cats said, “Natural’s wack. He’s over the hill”
Or “run-of-the-mill” or “average with skills”
Once you step inside the arena, your nugget’s getting peeled

[Verse 7: I.G. Off]
Yo, Nat, I gotta ask you a question
Now, take the average emcee who ain’t have nothing
He sat on the corner for years. His boys
Always told him he was nice while they sat, drinking their beers
He sat on the bench, started to think
“I gotta get paid so I can have more to drink”
He wants to go into the studio
His boys left some dough so he can do a demo
He can’t wait to be on HOT 97
So Flex would play his songs from seven to eleven
‘Cause that’s what we all anticipating
But when you blow up, rappers be player-hating
But y’all don’t know the things that we gotta do
We got bills in the house that’s long overdue
The telephone that I make calls on
I do stages, so the bills is paid on
And, in the studio, tracks is laid on
I got sneakers for my babies, my moms
I got to get her out to get ‘em. I used
To smoke weed back and par metal
Heh, I used to roll a long fellow
But since I’m in UK, I’ll roll it in a Rizla
Get on the mic, damage, and sizzle ya
We got freestyle flows that tickle ya
Yo, Supernat, I think they’re fickle, bruh
Next on the microphone, bringing it up with bruh

[Verse 8: Supernatural]
Uh, yeah, bruh, bruh, that’s right
Every time that I’ll be spitting it, you know that it’s tight
Now, these were a couple freestyles tonight
Educating real rappers how to bless the mic
Yo, we did it off the dome and we did not write
Yo, we plugged the microphone and then we started to recite
So don’t forget about it, yeah, on the D.L
Yeah, Eddie Ill. One time, so breaking intel
Yo, put it all together if y’all can spell
‘Cause we rock this microphone, do that well