T-Weaponz Freestyle (Frank151: That Grown Man)

Frank151 ft. T-Weaponz - “T-Weaponz Freestyle (Frank151: That Grown Man)”
[Instrumental 1 Produced by Camu Tao (Original Instrumental from The Weathermen ft. Copywrite, Cage, and Yak Ballz - "Every Rapper in the House Shut the Fuck Up")]
[Instrumental 2 Produced by [?]]
[Instrumental 3 Produced by [?]]
[Instrumental 4 Produced by [?]]
[Instrumental 5 Produced by [?]]

[Intro: IzReal (of T-Weaponz)]
Yo, it's IzReal of Tomorrowz Weaponz back home in the East with PF Cuttin. And in ’03, man, y’all fake rappers got to show me y’all worthy of your deal. Let’s go. Bring it. Come on

[Hook: IzReal (of T-Weaponz)] (x2)
One’s for IzReal, two is for T-Weaponz
Three’s for y’all fake-ass rappers that keep stepping
Four’s for this new hot shit you got to read
It’s called Frank151 magazine

[Verse 1: IzReal (of T-Weaponz)]
I’ll pack sixteen bars, one in the chamber
Conceal my skills, my gun is for danger
IzReal, I spill my blood like a painter
‘Til I feel you feel what’s up on the canvas
My rhymes are mics hidden from view
On the streets at night, it’s like you living it too
Read, I write. My life is written for you
It’s free advice with spice, a sip of the booze
I’ll drink to think and lessen the pain
Mistakes I make won’t make me less of a man
Come face to face with fate and destiny’s plan
It’s a chase for papes. Let’s rape the industry’s ass
‘Cause if we don’t, they’ll do it to us
And we just won’t get screwed in the butt
To each their own, but you gonna trust
Some leech who just wants to bone you like a slut?
Hell no

[Hook: IzReal (of T-Weaponz)] (x2)
One’s for IzReal, two is for T-Weaponz
Three’s for y’all fake-ass rappers that keep stepping
Four’s for this new hot shit you got to read
It’s called Frank151 magazine

[Verse 2: Psalmz (of T-Weaponz)]
Pardon me if I’m arguably the best artist to star and
You horribly flowing like blood in your arteries
Follow me or beat it. You can’t join us heaters ‘cause your
Anemic flow would lead us under hills of behemoths
Slowly proceed, moving in ghost speed
But still trying to be a myth of an old me
Trust me, consider yourself very lucky
Penmanship is very handsome, results are very ugly

[Interlude 1: Psalmz (of T-Weaponz)]
(Nah, nah) Nah, you know what, man? Let me get in some real life shit. Aight (Just cut it off). Yeah, this is it right here. Frank151, Tomorrowz Weaponz (Frank 151 Magazine). PF Cuttin. Let’s go. Come on (Talk to ‘em)

[Verse 3: Psalmz (of T-Weaponz)]
Stocks fell, so the block gets blackmailed when shots fill
They hurl hails of cocktails in person
They open up their curtains on the surface like a traveling circus
Corners left handicapped, lopsided
Reenactment of the ’91 Watts riots. Foes
Stampede our zip codes like pistols, letting off
In discos. It’s crystal-clear. Blame it on the lack
Of supervision. Live where love is, in fact, a superstition
Running circles through life’s hurdles without
Rehearsals. Lose your balance, it’s a early curfew
Niggas slip off their feet. You can’t blame it on me
‘Cause I’ma run like Death is gaining on me
Life’s intricate, but the difference is:
Replace mischievous words over rifts of instruments
Will my own dirt bury me? My own worst enemies?
Since birth, I’ve been cursed like the Kennedies

[Verse 4: Ark (of T-Weaponz)]
Yo, before I meet defeat, rather meet The Reaper
Give me "One Mic," watch your speaker leak out "Ether"
See, the speech I speak is deeper, so the peak
You reach’ll still be beneath my sneaker
For those that know Ark know I flow so sharp
I wrote and composed art like the old Mozart
My future looks so dark, need a flashlight
So ahead of my time, I buried myself in my past life

[Interlude 2: Ark (of T-Weaponz)]
Yo, P, matter of fact, throw, throw of this shit on, man. This shit is, this shit is too heavy for me right now, son. I’m on some next shit right now. Let me get, let me hear something hard. Yeah, this is what I’m talking ‘bout, PF. This right here is for Frank151. Check the interview. It’s the Arkhitect

[Verse 5: Ark (of T-Weaponz)]
Yo, we cause a ballistic show. They can’t match me
I flow in encrypted codes—they can’t crack me
I’m closing in. Tomorrowz Weaponz fully loaded and
I’m hoping y’all know that it’s time to fold ‘em in. Been focused and
Zoning in, waiting to make an open end. It’s hard
To hold a grin with all the pain that I’ve been holding in. I’ve grown
Older but colder, hold the globe from shoulder to shoulder
So, soldier, hold your holster closer when these vultures get closer
I’m ready for every and anything opposing my cypher. Don’t be
The next target caught under the scope of this sniper
Y’all better come to your senses. I know I ain’t
Perfect, but I’m only off a couple of ventures. You see the
Rhythmic patterns I bring to rapping’ll run
Circles ‘round your rappers like the rings of Saturn. Don’t mean
To boast, but there’s not a soul close to near
So don’t approach ‘til I tell you that the coast is clear