Vain Freestyle (Frank151: That Grown Man)

Frank151 ft. Vain - “Vain Freestyle (Frank151 - That Grown Man)”
[Produced by [?]]

[Verse 1: Vain]
Yeah. I feel
The land is for the living, so I’ll burn a corpse
Power toe, power lord’s ears up like a dog
Dysfunctional home outside. Ain’t nothing wrong
My niggas sing songs of blues, packing their tools
King Heroin hated the jewel, persecuted the Sun
Shone bronze as color. Every bitch’ll show her number
Niggas’ll wonder how I cocked back the thunder
Peer in the tundra, hacking niggas like lumber
Front, what? Throw your stub up, tear the club up
You young once. Life’s fast. Make your maneuvers
I notice how clouds move like drive-by shooters
Niggas is street Hoovers, in the window with a Skully
Stay bloody, patch bullet wounds with Silly Putty
Silly buddy, ain’t nothing over here funny
It’s not the size of the mans what beats in his chest
Any niggas tell you different ain’t living it yet
I done seen a nigga buck-ten banging a pound
Seen a nigga two-fifty straight running from clowns
Armageddon ready all year around. I gets down
And you? You hate the tone but you loving the sound
You don’t know why smack engineers write to the ground
Rip their Zip disc out and throw ‘em right out
Smash their MPC. These niggas ain’t seeing me
I’m certified gangster. You’re certified prankster
Like my women like Sanka: in all-lace
Bone their back out horizontal, spit in their face
I’m the hardest nigga spitting. Fuck y’all niggas
Develop your own flow, fake wannabe Jigga
Jig you with utensils. Your mental is too simple
Rip out your dental—how the fuck you gon’ floss?
Now I’ll rip out your dental—who the hell is the corpse?
Threw a chair at Judge Judy. She’s talking I lost
Bitch! We do us. We don’t answer the law
Don’t answer the boss, Feds, or Marine Corps
Now Judy pussy wet—me and my mans could hit that
I feel when the train coming like a subway rat
Everybody got a durag and hat, fabulous nigga
Braids twisted, different style, Iverson nigga
See, Vain regular, bitch. Regular nigga
I’ll spit the truth, nigga. That’s how I got on
You call me Jason. Stay with the game face on, which means
You never catch me with my game face gone
Vain. I’ll disappear like I’m City Atlantis
One day, pop up. Hah. City Atlantis
Gold-framed chrome boots, silver [?]
Crack your hard head, put an end to all of your antics
I’ll crush stone and eat granite, don’t panic
The things you got to do when you evading the cops
Flying Dutchman, a ghost stay getting the drop
I’m forced to roam these blocks, can’t hang on my rocks
Appear in a red glow, nigga, like it or not
Any dealer I encountered always ended up shot
Pussy