yeahtim - freestyle mania 2018 spit it a cappella [rough cut (fly edition)] lyrics
[verse]
don’t drink fruit punch, but i punch fruit
eat a lot of lunch, i might even munch you
come in peace like two guns
rap like i got two tongues
i’m too high to do drugs
not a sprinter, but i run victory laps
my name is in all of the history facts
there’s books on how i rhyme lines
i’m the man in many timelines
with every rhyme i say i always find my way
grow a beard to hide my face
every year i tried
ride the waves of the tears i cried
i pray that i’ll act on my deepest regrets
not too deep in it yet
falling off the deep-end while keeping it fresh
a giant walking, i’m fly and i’m grounded
never surrounded, i’m so astounding
take a big step and the ground slips
i’ll rattle you rats like rattlesnakes
your hand is the last hand that i would shake
i’m not new to this, i’m so true to this
ain’t got room to kiss
but i got room to kick -ss and k!ll fads
so sick of all these babies crying
they smiling while their brains are dying
i’m wilding, i sleep with crazy lions
clawsome like wolverine, i’m steady slicing
got no enemies, they just closet fans
yo, hollywood, you don’t want these hands
get physical with the stars, call that astrophysics
best writer in the game, just ask the critics
i write a lot of essays, all you got are footnotes
if i could have one wish i’d wish for a good flow
even without a beat i still go offbeat, homie
never have i walked a path with footsteps on it
when i sneeze i say pikachu, it be true
hit up beyoncé for a game of peek-a-boo
feeling blessed everywhere i go
with every step i make sure i grow
i don’t want your baby, no
i just wanna hear my voice on the radio
accent too thick for a fast flow
but accent so sick i got that steady cash flow
i don’t do real raps, i do feel raps
feel like i’m the best, can you feel that?
spit nothing but real facts
my style is unparalleled, you can’t park it
i be eating so much i need a forklift
too fat to wear any pants
hulk out and tear you in half
and the pants too
not the guy you bet against
so ahead of my time, time ain’t even been invented yet
i got trouble staying on topic
my unibrow is a magic carpet
no kebab? that’s a tragic market
go for broke, oh no, i gotta profit
all my hamsters got on matching garments
walk around in red shirts like cl-ssic targets
and you raise a lot of red flags like the soviet union
can’t deal with that man, i’m only human
i’m done practicing, ready for some action tricks
can’t see me like you need your gl-sses fixed
always laughing when i’m smashing bricks
got a bit of a gangsta wit
can’t handle this, have your cabbage split
yeah, i mean, i’m generally a pacifist
but if you a n-z- though i might p-ss a fist
i’m happy when people of color succeed
especially when they do it with such ease
not too worried about who they must please
so you can just leave
too street smart for anyone to ever book me
#giveamuslimacookie
no terrorist, i just photobomb
for a million bucks i might write your song
the flyest guy, let’s fly a while
i don’t know what to do with the final line
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