Dead Wrong Freestyle

[Instrumental: Biggie Smalls "Dead Wrong"] [Verse 1: Bella Gotti] Listen, it's Nolay aka Bella Gotti, yo Every chick wanna be bad So they rap about experiences they've never had Their boy's seatbelt is the closest thing they gettin' to strapped And she ain't ever chipped a nail and yet she's spittin' 'bout crack They got 'em gassed she think she bad, lookin' like a bag of money If that's the case bitch then you're a big sack of pennies My niggas make it rain, I'm dancing in the rain Gene Kelly, and every box they drop has smelt smelly Had my black hair swinging like I'm straight from New Delhi My niggas hit him up while he was pumping Mackaveli Out the Bentley, I'm spitting for the fun of it So please don't tempt me, I get a kick out of making all these fucking bitches resent me Look at my time in this game, it's lengthy Confidence? I've got plenty, strut like I'm an untouchable Knowing Capone ain't sent me Chill with the realest chick all day She my reflection, my shadow, her name's Nolay [Verse 2: Akala] Uh, Uh, listen yo, uh Good afternoon, you can call me uncle Akala the flow father With a mind that work much like Assata's, I'm turnin' rappers to martyrs Look how they're tremblin', begging and everythin' 'Cause they do know what their level is But I ain't a gentleman, I will dismember 'em Ever malevolent bredrin! Who said you could ever win Must be adrenaline overcoming the evidence You can bet I will pepper 'em definite Definite and the weapon's intelligence Wish I could tell you it's difficult Clearly it's effortless Hear me rap, I'm totally fucked Your flow is celibate Look how I riddle a rap Quick as a pig would attack One little black when he ain't strapped And his hands is cuffed behind his back Fact that I riddle a rap That is so lyrical that Pitiful chaps cannot not react 'Cause my defence is to attack I triple your spittin' like Britain when building The empire that they acquired with killing You're simple like bloodin' and cripin' in Britain Are we that unoriginal Can't even find our own reasons for killing? And that's what you're callin' a villain? When you know the criminals chillin' Buyin' a government, stackin' a billion Look, Tottenham to Clapham I slap 'em for slackin' Attack 'em with [patented?] passions of rappin' So all of the chattin' you're yappin' - back it! Or, I will go back to the habit of Taking nations daily Enslaving babies, like NATO paid me MC even dream that he slay me I'll show you where his grave be You can't fade me, no conscience, like occupation Israeli Your occupation is lazy You look great pushin' up dasies See my strength is too great You can't fade me Even if they try for a couple of centuries Like they did to Haiti For breaking the back of slavery I'm taking it back to basics A beat that's bangin' and bars That's harder than the heart of Satan They're lookin' like Harlem, shakin' After me givin' 'em half a pacing I dare you to laugh the other half will break a part of the matrix There's too much danger We ain't friends Pesci in Casino, end a man's life with a pen [Verse 3: Deadly] Listen, yo I'ma come through looking all whammy in that shirt Now I'm attractive just like a gally in a skirt I'm from a place where niggas bury hammers in the dirt So many niggas are nuts that insanity's just a word When feds try and block me on that move When I come to lick them jewels Scratch that, slam it in reverse I can tell you what happened Cah I've done ripped the bird I can let it all out I ain't canning these worms My whole circle's full of real niggas Man have did the dirt Man have yanked man up Some man have did worse Man have licked man down Man have jacked man's work Man have yapped man's line And took over man's turf When them blue lights flash Man are rallyin' them curves We link the gally, make her put the whammy in her purse Niggas getting this twisted Talkin' like, me and them are friends Just because they mentioned [?] in the verse I was stackin' that away For a rainy day I caught that bird and I knew from… Listen, I'm saying… Listen, hear me out, yo I said you catch me on that same vibe Round about the same time Don't smoke bud but I'm with my homies that stay high Soaking up the fumes from when I was around yea high Leaving Saf's yard so twisted that I don't say bye Niggas gassed 'cause there be two chicks in the same night My homies be two sticks in the same five minutes Empty two clips in the same ride We might pringle your wig because we aim high [Verse 4: Blizzard] Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, you bringing this back or what? There's still some riddem on this, yo, yo yo yo Yo, causing damage, call me Brad the Impaler Hate and I'll give you air like a asthma inhaler Every line brings you one step back to your maker I'm the kind of guy to buy land, and gamble an acre Hey yo, how's that for a sound wager I'm Jay Z on the dub I'm a pound caker Brian Eno, Phillip Glass, a soundscaper I'll be about later if you want a bout later I've got expensive drive like Addison Lee In Manchester I can travel in a taxi for free Step out the car they don't ask for the fee I say safe and then I bounce so you could never try chatting to me Because, everybody with sense knows I'm a raw spitter Disagree then you suck dick like Rawzilla I'm a lion, you ain't got a roar in ya Me steppin' in your booth, that's a automatic four figures Favouring green tea over liquor Your family's playing my EP over dinner I roll studio and record a motion picture My content's catered like I already know the listener People have said I've sold out, and it's all chat Because I'm off key but never fall flat Your favourite nightclub's a venue that I've toured at Promoters stay by my feet like a door mat College girls in the States tellin' me where the dorm's at Skype account so busy it's signing out, store that Because I'm in the morning, I forgot ya I'm out and about adding heavyweights to my roster You think your record deal's gonna help you prosper This shit goes to pot the second they forgot ya You sold your soul for a figure that was pricey But I'll never let a clause in a record deal define me [Verse 5: Ghetts] My baby mother says I'm immature She four years younger, what the fuck she think I'm with her for? She told me get the hell out, I'm packing, I need a minute more Hold on, you say you want me gone, so who you cookin' dinner for? Mmm, that looks good, I'm staying When I said you weren't a good cook, I was playing Come here, give me that good good, what you saying? Don't tease me, let me push my hood all the way in Sometimes, I wanna argue for the make up sex Need it in the morning, or I'll spend the whole day upset If I'm the man of your dreams, then you should wake up wet I'm surprised not one of our neighbours really hate us yet Look, whoa, they say the walls have ears, babe There's four and they all can hear, babe Wow, I say the ceiling has feelings It must be lean, cuh the smoke's right beneath it