Stillmatic (Freestyle)

[Intro]
I ain't got much to say, yeah
I'ma just get straight into this
Shout out to everybody in the world
And shit, Wrekless, nigga

[Verse]
From the moments he notice, she dripping, a little soaking
Thinking she probably potent, or just ready to get poked in
Giving his only option is to go in
Play with it a little bit, then let me faithfully slay the shit
Pay a bitch little to nothing, not even my attention deficit
Head and sex is his prerequisite to get him with
No class, where does he figure the proper etiquette
With little respect for them, he'd rather get 'em wet with words
Study his eloquence, fluent in fooling them
Losing they clothes to the man
That's only trying to fuck the world with the globe in his hand
Finger all the countries, give every city his tongue, state
Leave 'em talkin' country
But to be specific, to the left, which is west
Flow spill like pacific, nigga drown in a noun
Here as I pronounce the boy stealthier than fountain noise
Nuts come large from a heart like a mountain, boy
But that's only from living and learning
Figuring the Earth is only a carousel you gotta turn with
Burn quick, gotta be careful playing with fire
I am five steps away from becoming the next Poseidon
Besides, it's the God of water you feel
With a flow the audience feel, the audio feel
Smoother than vanilla, make it shake like a party and still
Spill fuel like liquid in automobiles
Skill, but I gotta talk about the ambition
'Cause that's the damn mission
Get rejected, I'ma jerk until my hand missing
I ain't missing shit, 'cause if I get it, I'ma jerk until my hand missing
Bitch. Remember this, remember that
Mr. Scorpio, everyday is November at my place
I don't read Facebooks, bitch give me my space
'Cause I lead like no Twitter
Got lead for every area between legs
With a head that's positive, but negative instead

Besides sex, the whole world is just a cover up
But I see no reason brothers should kill each other over colors or
Mothers cheat on daddies with another, but
Back to the color, seems the pigment in the vision of a kid
That grew up with no direction left the neighborhood shady
It's crazy how even in the shade, the block is hot
And the world is so cold in the sun and just
Freezing in the summer, but colder in the winter
All fun until a baby knock, now your wood turn into a splinter
And responsibility gets bigger