Mr. Man Freestyle (Frank151: That Grown Man)

Frank151 ft. Mr. Man - “Mr. Man Freestyle (Frank151 - That Grown Man)”
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[Verse 1: Mr. Man (AKA Mr. Khaliyl)]
I keep y’all
Monkeys on the run like white men with black guns
I’m the cause of the cause. You just a reaction
Most of y’all are straight actors, never see action
Some’ll call us “the chosen.” I’ma be that one
I’ll stay thorough with the flow that’s one of a kind. I’ll burn
Ten of y’all hundreds of times with one of my lines
Took it there ‘cause I’m the only one that’s bringing it back
Your beats and rhymes are shitting and wack. Now give me that plaque
You ain’t a killer. You a ho for the skrilla
My Brooklyn mens is gorilla. It gets no realer
You steady telling packs of lies. My crew
Step up game, project, aim, and maximize
You’re a handicapped pantomime. You can’t dance or rhyme
I’ll have your floating in the wind like a dandelion
Trying to blame your dime, fall on everyone else
I ain’t hating on you. Nigga, you hate yourself
So what I got to do to prove my point to y’all?
Shit is stagnant. All arrows point to y’all
I understand you think it’s not your fault, so I’ma clear it up
One and for all ‘cause you’re dropping the ball
Trying to play both sides of the fence, you ain’t real
Knocked the whole shit down—now it’s open field
We was born to hit the block running and we ain’t looking back
I brought my peoples with me—yo, where Brooklyn at?
What you looking at? Cut that shit out
Before somebody grab you by the tongue and cut that shit out
Right word can’t fit in your mouth. That’s a flag
On the play—you know the penalty: we kicking you out
It is what it is, so why try to fight it?
My squad play the field. Your field team play outside
It’s Mr. Man and Frank151
Fly like the bullet, I’m the son of a gun
Come on