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fredo (battle rapper) - 1abve sessions | fredo algebra lyrics

[verse: fredo algebra]
dear summer, i know you miss me
must’ve been tired of all these pipsqueaks in ripped jeans
this that big league, chew ‘em like a wrigley
spearmint experiment i think we getting busy
jimi hendrix, experience the frenzy
cobra kai skeletons, swerving on they 10+speeds
ill said i wasn’t serious, offend me
so i tippy+toed on top of the pyramid at twin peaks
that’s that straight jab, bob marley whaler captain ahab
wit’ a style furious as trе’s dad
i take the stairs towards the air, skin i’m undеrneath it
the shirt rare plus the air forces undefeated
that’s that five strike, dominique wilkins human highlight
i‘m tryna win mills wit’ my guys like
something heavyweight, ain’t nothing ‘bout this life light
ain’t tryna play my future like mekhi phife
rather not know you than to coach you
so after we play the game and i smoke you i ain’t be like ‘see i told you’
rap gone postal, alge, sharp math no sudoku
opps get a hard pass like kuroko
listen to him closely on the ottoman, twisting up the og
carhartt wip, drip on the upholstery
whipping up the groceries, it’s the simple sh+t that holds me
my son posing wit’ his vintage stuffed keroppi
i’ll catch a body for my boy o
especially all you toy+soldiers, not quite the one like the royal toes
eh+eh, only originals here
watch me lebron james smack the powder into the air
yeah, that means it’s game+time bae
all these great lines, interlocked in fre mind like ai’s braids
yeah, i write my name like i’m stay high ill
the handstyle will, show you i’m the same guy still
yeah, wrote this on the plane ride flying
lax, smokey scooped me in the cat, now i’m fiving
flirting wit’ the stewardess, told her i’m a surgeon in the uterus
long as it ain’t sturgeon or the tuna fish
hands like a pulpo
verse outta this world and the slang is from pluto, i stand like manute bol
water buffalo, bang wit’ the sumo
that fat boy fighting like the fang of metsudo
that’s that kengan life or death
makes you think about, every idle step, homicidal take yo’ final breath
you ain’t got no vitals left
the room starts spinning on some salvador dalí with the spiral steps
enter the dragon with the fire breath
i tell your b+tch to beat nuts like she psycho les
ain’t no time for rest
the last thing you smell before you die is early ‘90s on them nike checks

- fredo battle rapper lyrics

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