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ghostown - focused freestyle lyrics

j formz: formz! yup! one hand in my pocket dog, it don’t matter, i’m focused
man, i’m f-ckin’ focused. n0body’s stoppin’ me now son. it’s a brutal take
over right here, that’s what this sh-t is son. yo check this freestyle real
quick though son…yo, ghostown, ghostown, ghostown, listen…

[j formz]
here again, heat again, bring your men, bring a friend
you think you gon’ beat me!? think again
takin’ years to make a track, take your raps back, whack as f-ck
i’m comin’ forward at you, and you still backin’ up
you call that whack -ss sh-t you doin’ rappin’ son?
treat your career like a condom commercial, wrap it up
it’s hard to listen to commercial rap now a days
most these rappers spit bullsh-t cause they cash is (c-ssius) like clay
but i got somethin’ to say, i’m bringin’ the game back
the only thing you bringin’ to the game is just plain whack
better smoke some better sh-t before you get on a track
cause if you ever try and come at me like that, it’s a wrap
i’ll give you an organic experience with my herbals
cause my essence is all about superb verbals
i’m k!llin’ ’em with rhymes
so i know d-mn well if i keep spittin’, these cats is gon’ feel ’em in time
so i’m spillin’ the rhymes, ’til they feelin’ the rhymes
but i know haters is gon’ feel ’em and lie
keep they feelings inside cause they think they real when they lie
but these cats is so fake they don’t drop a tear when they cry
these cats is now b-tches cause i’m stelin’ they pride
actin’ hard but i could see the fear in they eyes
me battelin’ kids is like a broken watch, i’m wastin’ my time
cause if your name was coolio you couldn’t have a dangerous mind
i’m gettin’ sick and tired of these fake -ss f-cks
i guess i have to knock you out to wake your fake -ss up
i spit crazy rhymes you never felt before
i’m so hot, if i stood in h-ll, i’d probably melt the floor
don’t front kid, your crew’s major fake
when i come through you break out like a teenagers face
what’s good with mother f-ckers poppin’ all this sh-t?
his boys could step up, i’m poppin’ all his clique
you never heard a kid that was quite all this sick
you couldn’t walk in my shoes despite all my kicks
so don’t talk it if you walkin’ around without ’em
cause everything i spit’s real talk, like fab’s album

j formz: yeah! so what you got to say after that!? you mother f-ckers is
silent now, you f-ckin’ speechless son. j formz, ghostown, fd, cig, ceza, yoshi
you know how we doin’ this son, takin’ over the whole f-ckin’ island son
g-town, out!

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