I recorded this freestyle, and decided to type it up. As always, sounds better when I flow it. I'm gonna need to put up some tracks for yins (that's Pittsburgh slang)
I can't wait no more, gotta score, yellin do or die/
Rage driven incisions, in my vision i see suicide/
You choose-to-ride but retract, ass wack, no lookin back/
Skin white, eyes black, like you relax off crack'n'smack/
My mere presence is enough to make the toughest bust/
And you should know with who to fuck, who bluffs, and who to trust/
Wipin crust out ya eyes every mornin catchin warnins/
That i creep while you sleep, so at peace when ya snorin/
Like a Mormon, fuck a bitch, cuz shit, i'm polygamous/
When they gone, i move on with this miss, cuz there be bigger fish/
Fish in the sea/ Victory/ You dissin me?
Bitch ya better believe, grieve, or I'll make ya history/
Like Mr. T/ I'm flossin gold and i pity the fool/
Who tries to challange my balance of ability with tranquility: cool/
My reign rightly rules as i take hits at these peasants/
But you can't fuck with me, cuz i'm more gifted than presents/
Walkin around with the wack and wicked wild, I smile cuz its a shame/
Cuz you could bump the bass'n'treble and still be levels behind my game/
A perfect combination when i'm bracin for the abrasions/
An i'll never stop hatin till my views can skew the nation/
And i'm placin emphasis as i switch from fist to fist/
Buck and bust no luck ya fucked cuz i just made you my bitch/
This track just got more ripped than me when i hit a spliff/
So next time that siccness hits i scratch a witness off my list/
It sounds a lot better read out loud...but i'll still try to get it up for you to hear
I can't wait no more, gotta score, yellin do or die/
Rage driven incisions, in my vision i see suicide/
You choose-to-ride but retract, ass wack, no lookin back/
Skin white, eyes black, like you relax off crack'n'smack/
My mere presence is enough to make the toughest bust/
And you should know with who to fuck, who bluffs, and who to trust/
Wipin crust out ya eyes every mornin catchin warnins/
That i creep while you sleep, so at peace when ya snorin/
Like a Mormon, fuck a bitch, cuz shit, i'm polygamous/
When they gone, i move on with this miss, cuz there be bigger fish/
Fish in the sea/ Victory/ You dissin me?
Bitch ya better believe, grieve, or I'll make ya history/
Like Mr. T/ I'm flossin gold and i pity the fool/
Who tries to challange my balance of ability with tranquility: cool/
My reign rightly rules as i take hits at these peasants/
But you can't fuck with me, cuz i'm more gifted than presents/
Walkin around with the wack and wicked wild, I smile cuz its a shame/
Cuz you could bump the bass'n'treble and still be levels behind my game/
A perfect combination when i'm bracin for the abrasions/
An i'll never stop hatin till my views can skew the nation/
And i'm placin emphasis as i switch from fist to fist/
Buck and bust no luck ya fucked cuz i just made you my bitch/
This track just got more ripped than me when i hit a spliff/
So next time that siccness hits i scratch a witness off my list/
It sounds a lot better read out loud...but i'll still try to get it up for you to hear
