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big k.r.i.t. – remember the titans (dj booth freestyle) lyrics

cinematic, multi-alumni ya dig…

it’s been long time coming, sam cooking
no tap dancing, just check booking
85 driving, soul surviving
its either stay where you at or start riding
old school cars, automatic start
went through h-ll and back to get a house with a garage
i see it clearer than blu ray, you see when its too late
a source separation from bouquets
from b-tches with bootays, that i used to love, used to f-ck
never kissed, but i held and hugged
on the low tho, loved them all, when they balled
spend it all just to get me rubbed in polo
do what i can through god will
never slack in the dj booth i flex sk!lls
i break it downnn like pounds of drum field
push n-ggas off cause i’m king of my hill
king of my ville, don’t enter i’m tellin ya
f-ck you and yours plus i’m k!llin ya messenger
favorite rapper rapper rapper et cetera
forever in the kitchen whipping feats for my brothera bruh..

aye food for thought i was cooking, maybe stirred but not shooken
they tryna see if i got it, so i guess i’m reggie bushinn
would appear i’m the favorite, mother f-ckers be hatin
my mama told never say it but, yeah i’m the greatest
like ali without the shaking, history in the making
you thought i was a newcomer but baby you was mistaken
murder beats in the m-sses, throw ’em in caskets
this plastic crematory flow, leave ’em in ashes
candle light vigil, r.i.p. to beats
must be something stupid fire deep in side of me
honestly, you ain’t f-ckin with me
krizzle be the truth, even dj booth, had to be like what it do?
look at you, ain’t much time left, i think i should wish you well
for you no antic-p-tion, i’m like 2 thousand 12
how much you tryna sell, perhaps you should find a shelf
to sit yo sh-t on, n-gga i been flown

back to the bottom of the south
with the mind frame to ride high, golds in my mouth
hollin out whats happenin’
pullin b-tches from corners to where you can’t imagine
straight jacket spazzin
cashing out, king krizzle who they askin bout
the cuddy duddy rollin dirty spray that apricot
sun jealous told the moon that i.. have to stop
cause you not even half as hot as the sh-t that flop
i bang bang like pop, til the chamber lock
if it was 1995 i’d probably hang with pac
cause i’m a m-th- f-cka, neva scared,certified bone crusher
the way i spit the block i swear i was big blood brother.. uh..
they tryna knock my steelo, wanna tap my phone cause i kick with amigo
and talk sh-t and put switches on el caminos
flood borders like from seawater from el nino

and to fly above the bullsh-t i probably would
but g5 jets never land in the hood
and hoes bust and bite down, cause you poppin right now
you rappin for the fame i rap like they gone turn my lights out
sh-t was f-cked up just a week ago
now i’m cinematic like a movie you ain’t seen before..
and this is just the warm up, n-ggas ain’t seen the flow
i told ’em see me on top, what the f-ck you blinking fo’
shootin at they battle ships these fragile n-ggas sinking slow
probably made ’em look bad, i’m sorry i ain’t e’en know
we ain’t e’en equal if the const-tution said so
i’m a t-tan f-ck subliminals i’m throwing lightening bolts
gotta want foreva moe, what the f-ck you fighting foe
barbaric with my merit, keep what i k!ll like them viking folks
i am throwed, p-ss it like brett favre before the vikings choked
riding slow, candy paint like lookin in kaleidoscopes
obstacles? i throw and jump over like i’m mario
lyrical, exercise a monster with the cardio
pop bottles after victories, what the f-ck you party fo’
board game b-tches, i ain’t f-ckin with a sorry! ho
cl-ss was in session years ago, what you tardy foe
billion dollar mouth piece to auction off my audio… king!!

- big k r i t lyrics

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