TYPE88 Quarantine Freestyle

[Intro]
This is Stefan Barone coming to you live from Staten Island, NY, close to the home of Red Planet Records, and we got a little freestyle, here, for TYPE88, hosted by the man himself, Dave Noodlez. Once again, my name is Stefan Barone, let's get to it

Once again, TYPE88, Stefan Barone, Red Planet Records, shout out my brother Jordan, let's get to it

[Verse 1]
I don't want what you're selling, I'm tired of slimy guys
I don't want your likes or need you in my IG live
I see you posting your pics, I'm like a ghost in this 'ish
That's why I stayed away way before the covid

I don't feel what you bring, Im on to realer things
I kept money in my circle without no pyramid scheme
My penmanship is relentless in case I failed to mention
Stepping to Stefan, you better prepare your ass as an entrance

Slaying emcees way too easy
I would wipe my ass with them just to save on the TP
The worlds I've navigated, insane it ain't a book
Cold-blooded killers sending birthday wishes on Facebook

That familiar 'ish has a calming effect
That's why I listen to Griselda to rock myself to bed
Not trying for these models without plenty of soul
I want a girl that look like she can be on a bottle of Lemisol

No letting go as I wain and wonder
As we stay at home or patiently wait for these flakes to take us under
The more that I'm home, the more that there ain't no sleep
I gave you bars so pardon as we get Facebook deep

I wasn't there to hold my gram's hand as she left this earth
Hopefully I teach you to live with less regrets when I bless a verse
I see you posting all your best, just know that Stef's is worse
So F a red hat with no disrespect to Fred Durst

I can't curse, I promised Dave
But play radio edit, babies still getting made
Either way, bunch of criminals all still getting paid
For real, a bunch of children, man, they still sit in cages

So speaking my mind is living dangerously
I stand for human rights, how could you even debate with me?
Before freedom is taken away from me
I take the gay hate out on Mike Pence's ass then ask him to pray for me, Ugh

[Speaking]
We're going to get right into this next one. Three, two, one, let's go, yo

[Verse 2]
So smooth I could dodge fog and it's odd
I'm only human but I'll strike you down like God
You clapping on the Snap, that's the best facade
You better bet to God I'll wipe out your crew with a head knod

Once I'm on your path no chance I'll hold back
So many lies out your ass, you can get a prolapse
It appears your career is post-rap, yeah
I'll turn your mic stand to a coat rack, yeah

Punches out your ass, I dare to say you suck
I be crushing trash like a 'ucking sanitation truck
Located under the crust if you think I ain't prepared to rock
Your mom should have tied her tubes with a sailor's knot

Rappers look too pretty, looking dizzy when I duff 'em
I don't know whether to diss them or hump them
Do it better than you can ever do
You in the presence of legends, Stefan and them Red Planet dudes
Like bang

[Speaking]
We're going to speed it up just to slow it down. Ay yo, let's go, let's go, hand's rocking, hands rocking. This for everybody at home. Ay yo

[Verse 3]
Give it up for those that have passed on
I know some of your fam gone
I'm thankful for the moments that I could look back on
A couple of times when we got our laugh on

I hope you found someone precious
That still love you when your cut ain't the freshest
And not being forgotten could be like oxygen
A Facetime could mean a lot to them

I see you rock for Pop and rock for Fred
But I met Fred in 2011, he was popping then
So send the roses when they could smell them
And if you love them, don't wait for an epidemic to tell them

If you got your Purell, send a prayer for a felon
See you without a mask, I'm going to blast your melon
Thank all the workers and if they alone
Do the Soulja Boy and kiss 'em through the phone

[Speaking]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Once again, Dave, thank you for having me. TYPE88, Stefan Barone, Red Planet Records. Shout out to my brother, Jordan Barone, that "Used To" coming out soon. Shout out Calogero and all the boys. And shout out my quarantine team, the lady behind the camera, thank you. Staten Island, thank you for having me. Everybody, what up, stay up, stay up, stay up