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kaleb mitchell - free throw pt. iii lyrics

[verse 1: kaleb mitch-ll]
yeah
rapping like i’m tryna’ save the world from the apocalypse
never been no puppet you can p-ss me with the politics
popping pills ain’t part of my persona
i’m a poet tryna’ lead my generation out of egypt
i am moses
this that unadulterated hunger and aggression
we popping like smith and wesson
i’m blacking out every session
these corny industry people treat us like new guys but
i ain’t mad at all (matador) i’m letting the bull slide, yeah
spitting with precision, i’m hitting the bull’s-eyes
i can leave your brain split, like you’re fixing to choose sides
tryna’ drop another cl-ssic, i did it like two times
while you busy getting faded, i’m giving ’em new lines, yeah
pressure makes diamonds
that’s why i’m out here shining
just an average joe but with a flow that’s so uncommon
i keep it authentic, your swagger is all rented
they faker than acrylic
your head it is off with it, blaow
lot of y’all are fraudulent but that’s just how it goes
rappers paying ghost writers to rap about jacking flows
i’m a jack of all trades
i been lapping ’em like usain
funny thing is i’m half of y’all age, i ain’t letting up
till i get my cheddar up
even then i’ll still be decapitating compet-tors
man, i’m more than fed up with this lean rap
this that black hoodie with a pair of timbs and some dark-washed jeans rap
i might just drop it on eleven-eleven cause dawg, i wish they would try to tell me that i ain’t one of the greatest in the making
i know all my haters love me ‘cause i’m doing the things they wish they could
they know i’m definitely defecating on every record
we in the land of the sheep, but i was created a shepherd
they been pulling the wool, y’all been blinded for centuries
homie look at the mess we in, hope we get it eventually
yikes!
the cold weather got me snapping again
i’ve been praying for the day y’all start rapping again
they know the boy is taking over ain’t no way to prevent it
don’t be calling me with your gossip, dawg you’re wasting my minutes
i’m on a mission, yeah
i just hit a three-peat
these rappers swear they going in, to me they only knee-deep
i call these joints a free throw, ‘cause dawg it’s way too easy
this nothing but net
(laughing)
yea!

- kaleb mitchell lyrics

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