JID | Funk Flex | #Freestyle056

[Intro] Alright Heard this shit like one time before, this beat Check, uh, look, get it [Verse 1] Split it with my niggas 'cause what's mines is ours Only way you multiply if you divide the power Grind for hours, fronto, piney, sour Why the fuck you think this nigga Cole was high for hours? Why the fuck you think they got me out the slums of Atlanta? 'Cause J.I.D a computer, boy, I come with the data Cool, keeping my balance, stumbled over a carcass Smooth drink from a chalice, let me cook, I'm an artist You can never see me, I b-ring the noise Fuck your haha's and hehe's, you see, we deploy Couldn't read me if he W.E.B Du Bois Nigga cease-cease your voice 'fore we lea-leak your boy Peep me, J.I.D be on your TV, my girl skeewee My weed kiwi, my dreads tipi, my oil tea tree Wake the game up, them boys sleepy A rose grew from concrete, soil, and feces Hear me clear 'cause I don't really like to repeat it Your favorite rapper gets control-alt-deleted He sees it, she sees it, nigga, we seize the moment Please show me my opponent, motherfucker My dad gave me the swag, God gave me the voice I said you niggas play it like we gave you a choice Just watch how the game play, don't play with them boys They breath stankin', hand shakin' and moist Must avoid, gun blast such a joyful noise Pick your poison, pick your squad of boys and vandalize some stores Five, four, trey, deuce, one, Jesus son Make nooses or shake loose 'cause you can die from a gun Gay guys do drive-bys—that's a Fruit Roll-Up And I ain't homophobe, but look, my gun a blower Tryna turn my city to the modern Sodom, Gomorrah They sneak dissin' but they will not take a shot at the boy, yuh Never Oscar de la Hoya, I'm like Ali with it I got this .357, I got this weed with me And it's crazy because I'm up in NYC with it Won't catch me with it, Plaxico Beezy, shit I ain't Lil Weezy, but that nigga inspired my dreams So word to him, Jay, Nas, 'Ye, Kenny, and D But watch this guillotine flow, slice the head of her king Kings cool, kamikaze, J.I.D step on the scene Just like somebody has awoken a Kraken out the cave Crackin' a box, and I lock in intemperate rage I was down in my socks and intoxicated in the rain 'Cause my rhymes wasn't getting to the people from the page I took my piggy bank, came back to the A with a felony charge Penning if I don't pay the state Pendulum swing, swang, swung, knocked me across my face Realizations of not becoming anythin' Kinda funny 'cause it's like a fuckin' dungeon in my brain Put a noose around my neck, let that bungee cord hang Call upon the Lord mane, I need run support Or a magic wand, maybe Dumbledore To help me out, then get me out this damn revolving door The hell we 'bout to do I'm 'bout to just jump off the porch I know I'm bound to make it, boy, I'm the cow manure Megatron with the puns, I'm like the Calvin boy Saddle the cattle niggas down for the battle, it ends one or two ways in the ground or the gavel Gravel under my toes, thinking the time I’ve done traveled Mind over matter, not with the chatter, you running my data, black of the blacker Niggas act up, and act as if the reaction to happenings hella tragic But it's part of the pattern Paddy cake in her face and she freebasing and scraping it off the plate On that white, 'cause that green being tested by the state On this mic so I formulate the method every day What you like, what you wanna hear, I show you how it's made On this Hen' straight, fuck a beer, see a slim waist and her friend I could probably cover two like a buccaneer [Interlude] Haha, oh shit, aight that's all I got on that one Let's do it Oh yeah I can run with that, this my dawg Run that back, run it back, run it back, let me get it from the top This my shit, this my shit, this my shit right here Aight I got you, whatever Uh, aight, where we gonna go with this one Um, check, this my Big shit, word to B.I.G Check, um, alright [Verse 2] Habeas corpus, how to produce a fuckin' body on the spot Never not being ready for whatever I had to fight with the Devil himself He was upset that God's a woman Never let him fuck, so he was mad in hell The irony mad as hell 'cause you weak Thinking 'bout these niggas in the rap game, boy, you weak I won't speak unless a nigga speak to me But I think, I'm on a brink of a—it's like, eureka! Eureka! I got it Coming for your spot with headshots and red dots Had my sister beat your lady into some red bottom The flow like Alzheimer's; spit it, forget it, but he quick with it All the time, God is good, all the time Jiddy got all the rhymes, all the rhythms I grab pens, calculate flows, algorithms Arithmetic, a mathematician The rhythm could kick the sound to kill 'em But I don't even need the hassle I just need the keys to the castle and some weed Tell the judge you won't need my pee, like pterodactyl I don't feel these niggas Down south, Georgia boy watchin' Troy, I'ma kill these niggas J.I.D snap like achilles tendons; you need to stretch more Niggas tried to kick it to me, I'm Devin Hester With the Russian chopper I got from my homegirl, Svetla Get in the booth and niggas sweatin' It's a sweat lodge when J.I.D in the room You better come with all your methods, insidious moves We taking flight when it's dark at night Big gun with the sharpest knife, Hill Harper height Glocks in Toy Story, J.I.D like a Gorgonite Poltergeist, chill up your spine when it's cold at night Pour a quattro in the coldest Sprite Then bite down, Denzel with the overbite Me and your lady on a motorbike She facing me so I can motorboat her titties after this next right Usually I'm blowing weed like Curren$y and Jet Life Niggas aiming at dome, so keep your vest tight I'm just trying get my steps right, flow is a bloody mess I was blessed with treasure inside the trash Sever my hands reaching through the metal and glass It's been a blast, feeling magic and in the madness, give me your hands Give me passion, anything that could equal some satisfaction Looking for love at the end of this Hen' bottle Looking for pub', let me pen your next album Call from above, tell me J.I.D you been allowed to point it Reemerged, kicking lyrics in the South, no issue Wipe that drizzle off your mouth, it's time to wake up the house Y'all niggas been playing Skins vs. Blouses I'ma keep my shirt on until some hoes come out Always keep your word, homie, I don't know nothing else I'm your father, go get a switch or a belt Interrupting my method, in here making this velvet Grab my dick and do a thrust with my pelvis My shoes suede, but don't fuck with no Elvis I'm from the era of real shit; kill-or-be-killed shit Killer bee; real quick, float like butterfly Sting like killer bee, flow worth kilograms, you niggas killin’ me Thinkin’ you ill as me—what's shit to a enema? Enemy, anyone, get at me, I'm the epitome [Outro] Hold on, man Yeah, yo