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Correct Funk Flex Freestyle #087 Lyrics
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Black Thought
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Correct Funk Flex Freestyle #087
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I'm sorry for your loss It's somebody dead in the car and it's probably one of yours The writing all across the window in the walls Whether it was true or false, you shouldn't have got involved Remember, we walk past the teacher, take the chalk and laugh We wrote punishments, I will not talk in class Now it's pistols punishing people for talking fast And all these innocent bystanders is hauling ass I hate to say I told ya'll, but I told ya'll Things fall apart when the center too weak to hold ya'll I'm just collecting what you owed to my old jawn You bout to get swooped down on and stoled on Fools swear they're wise, wise men know they're foolish We was headed for the web even before computers I never thought you would give me a reason to do this Cain and Abel, Jesus and Judas Caesar and Brutus, I see intruders avert your eyes I told you keep out of the hood, circumcise How could you sleep? I always thought you were the first to ride Ay yo you heard the line "Everybody plays the fool?" Well, I'll be that exception to the rule The principal that hand-deliver lessons to the school I was making major moves, my dollar Déjà vu My mission wore my ambition was brandished in the tool To be an icon wearing slippers made of pythons Get mine quicker 'cause I'm slick as a pipeline Transporting the oil, tribulation and toil Hit the operation, but I'm back on the soil Got my crown tilted, my gown quilted, Tipper Cashmere Burned the room down in a minute, built it last year Newsflash, I dodged the bullet that killed a cashier My homie told me to come with him to the mass yea Them brothers said "Don't go from written bars filled with rage To primetime television and your guilded cage Then, forget his people in the world still enslaved" I barbwire my wrist, and let it fill the page Gun firing flares, sirens glare I'm in an iron chair with people who care Don't get the lion share When I don't give a fuck, then I ain't fair I'm on a higher tier with people getting money like the finest sear Catch the herald, I'm fresh chopped And Bevel Rap on a doctrine level so F. Scott Fitzgerald Maybe I'm the new Rakim, maybe I'm Fab Pharaoh Undergarments or armor be my intimate apparel Pre-Kardashian Kanye, my rhymeplay immaculate Same cadence as D.O.C. pre-accident Maybe, my accumen's on par with Kool G rapping and Give me the proper respect, mothafucka, we back again For a couple things, we lost in the fire The drive, the desire to perform on a higher plateau I'm at that show lost in a mire Wondering how we got so far from inspired Look, when photos were sepia-toned And record players were something You were keeping your home Yo, the traveler, the meaning of Tariq was known The exemplary performance, uniquely his own I made the twenty-one pound for some a newfound religion Where money put down, it's only one sound to make OGs and young lions equally proud to listen The secret of amalgamism and algorithm Coming from where only kings and crowns permitted to darkness Where archaeologists found my image in parchment Rose into a scroll holding a message for you It said the only thing for sure is taxes, death, and trouble The anomaly sworn solemnly high snobbidy Freakanomics and war policy, dichotomy That's Heaven and Hades, Tigres and Euphrates His highness, the apple of the Iris to you ladies As babies, we went from semi-lac and Enfamil To the internet and Fentanyl Where our consent was still against the will I got that detox for ya'll The microphone doctor black Deepak Chopra I'm a griot that make you wanna peacock your arm Every heavy dignitary, pay your me top regards Boy, I'm three optics far from the binoculars So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur I got profiled by a few cops, too hot to charge Listen, somebody said the price tag was on the rapper's head So we gon' see a nice bag when the rapper dead The mask black, the flag green, black, and red They'll probably wave a white flag after plasma shed No doubt, yo the game went they own route I can't explain what these lame kids is talking about Or how they fit they own foot into they own mouth I put a couple bodies in a brown bag then I'm on route I'm sneaker shopping with my son, in size 8 Prior to they release 'cause why wait? Look in my estate, I got electrified gates For these blasé guys hating at a high rate 'Cause I dodged fake then got great, the fly's straight If we ain't family or friends, then we don't vibrate I'm that gun in ya'll face, none of ya'll safe If I catch you at the right time in the wrong place, slippin' Sippin' on something with a strong taste Like Whiskey or bootleg Bourbon with a corn base My Levontae resemble of vehicular threats The mic I spray resembling the sickle of death It ain't strenuous to come from a continuous breath I set fire to the venue, I'ma spin you and step Rinse, repeat You checking for the sound of the beast I'm the hound, I'ma creep, I get down, I'ma eat I'ma keep something to lay a naysayer to sleep Playing with heat, nobody or nothing fucking with Riq' Yo, these weaklings is claiming they cutting up in the streets Nigga please, you ain't working with nothing but the police Listen, you ain't finna be nothing but the deceased Listen, you in a tournament with a permanent crease I strike fear in the hearts of Rap figures Who mind bear the stigmas of time, no black privlege From boom brap niggas to trap niggas You in the trap with us, when the lines is as vivid As the walls on the graph, autographed by the Lord of Wrath I reside between the seconds on the chronograph How much more CB4 can we afford? It's like a Shariah Law on My Cherie Amour How much hypocrisy can people possibly endure? But ain't nobody working on a cure? My young boy Y'all just regular, I'm an apex predator Brim State fresh feathered up, etcetera Nevertheless, I got a messenger left One dead messenger, yup My pen is Henry Kissinger, Buzz Bissinger Look, my capo regime is to no redeem And my oldest son I made Saleem out of New Orleans Took a golf cart to the Baccarat from the Waldorf What was on the wall? That depend on what you call art I'ma say 300k ain't even in the ballpark I charge more just for awkward small talk So yes, who's fucking with it if it's not the best? I get the lobby painted fresh upon my request It's Kafka-esque, his holy nest, stop the press That Cobalt blue, reminiscent of Makkaresh Lord, we got Padma Lakshmi for you Let her massage your back with black seed oil The foundation is firm, the flags need soil Me? I need royalty because I bleed royal Go through the vein to the brain, fabulous and strange My journalistic range is a catalyst for change It got anybody that listen pissing flame And 'cause the Hall of Fame got so many missing names I'll acknowledge the, original peoples not Oliver Y'all will get the next challenger for Ex Calibur I'm, more police for my core beliefs They tried to capture me and brand me on the cheek With a fleur-de-lis The side of my heart'll be more discreet I'm international my passport page is like War and Peace I've always played my part from the start Back in Philly with the triggers mandatory to spark With a side of some flammatory remark I'll have you in a living in a category apart Listen, a grain of salt'll tip the scale, it never fails Walk on egg shells, sleep on a bed of nails Criminal records like record sales Making heads or tails, we like Henrietta Lacks up in the cells My mother was a working class, very loving woman Who struggled, every dinner could've been the last summer I come home, chasing good for nothing half-cousins And then walk in the crib to the smell of crack cooking She was introduced to that substance abuse On some of the strongest drugs that the government produced Look, I even got excused by the principal My story is out of the Dubb Dubb interview I've seen some ice cold summers, hot winters too I never thought I'd win Grammy Awards with The Roots I never thought I'd be getting long in the tooth My OG told me 'Boy you better go and live your truth' I am a walking affirmation, that imagination And focus and patience get you closer to your aspiration And just 'cause they give you shit don't mean you have to take it My words capture greatness, sworn affidavits Yours truly, the celestial being You stay seeing pulling up in a fresh European High-stepping out of a dress to a T Not another got more soul, unless you Korean I’ve been having visions of Nat Turner holding his master’s head Like Yorick and Horatio in Hamlet Smacking it like a tennis racket underhanded Send a message through the Gram: 'The Eagle has landed' Dressed in a military jacket made of canvas I am no gorilla I just make 'em go bananas Outstanding, red, black and green bandanas Cocked hammers, hairs on my chin is outstanding Can't manage the weight of war, it's just how I'm balling Look, I'm falling from the sky to see my calling I'm not crawling, I'm a free man like Morgan Seeing man hood in the hood is a damn good bargain If a black man don't tap dance And every girl don't got a fat booty, don't lapdance Well I guess that's something wrong, huh? Niggas completely uninformed I don't burn bridges, yo I keep the haters' running for em' I ain't one of y'alls peers, I'm the sum of all fears Somebody stronger than me? Who that? I'm all ears Like Obama, I wish he had another four years Y'all some jolly good Hollywood squares I'm like, ahem, approach the author with your offering I spoil rappers rotten like my only offspring Being His excellency gets to be exhausting You in the residency of the one they call King Dada, Ali Baba, the talented Mr. Trotter Inside of my right palm, the mark of the stigmata Big Poppa, wig chopper, emperor Jaffe Joffer mofucka I'm stronger than the coffee out in Kaffa All you niggas vagina hop, remind me of Icona Pop I step in the booth, I'm a bull inside a china shop, mollywop Watch another cotton picking body drop Every time we rock, yo they acting like it's Mardi Gras 'Til the party stop, skirt off like she that Ferrari drop Soul saw you pumpin' that earth wind and fire Body Ah Cool and product doc, a la marina hard body ock You seen another rapper cleaner mami? Probably not How it feel to be the best that did it, I admit it I visited from planet bring these niggas death in minutes And y'all know I'm exquisite, wicked as Wilson Pickett The sickness I exhibit I'm too legit to quit it I don't fake it 'til I make it, I take it to the limit and break it Never tinted what I'm about I represent it Infinite just like Chase is, been a million places Conversation is how beautiful my face is People hated on how sophisticated my taste is Then I pulled up on these mothafuckas in a spaceship Panther mind, I'm made of elements you can't combine I'm at a level of intelligence you can't define Einstein, Shakespeare, Voltaire, Tesla Recording artist slash psychology professor I preach for the East, never fold under pressure The beat's from the East and I glide like Clyde Drexler Ayo, my new name is 85 X's 'Cause I'm the rap game certified specialist When I was reckless I was worried 'bout the guest list I'm helping rappers everywhere fulfill a, death wish Yo Flex, I'm glad we made contact My nigga also know this shit for combat Brain matter contain too much data I tell a story like fingerprints and blood splatter
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