Blow / Funk Flex Freestyle

[Verse 1: Pusha T] Malice found religion, Tony found prison I'm just tryna find my way up out this fucking kitchen A bird's-eye view got me channeling my vision Turn one to two, now the kilo's got a sibling Father knows best, wash my hands, all's forgiven We kicking up dust like the Colosseum floors Walls full of safes like they mausoleum doors (Yep) Pussy getting wet like she walking through my morgue Grant's, Jackson's, no room for George Yeah, the fear of God's in you motherfuckers This art imitate my life Your WorldStarHipHop fame based off imitation white Eliminate the fools ghouling imitation ice My music's for your soul, inspiration for your life Every dime made in his life more disastrous Help my young bitch see her way through her bachelors While my old bitch– went back to get her Masters Same graduation, I was clapping in the rafters The truth– the truth hurts every time it's revealed (Hot 97!) The truth hurts every time it's revealed What goes around comes around, this is life's Ferris wheel Grab hold and reverse the steering wheel as I parallel park Kentucky derby on the grill The fact that I'm free lets me know God is great Ten year marathon of me selling concentrate These rappers talk crowns, but I'd rather talk fear Villain like Candyman, say my name and I'll appear No weapon formed against me shall prosper Hakuna matata, feet up, sipping java Ayo, strolling up the totem pole, what's my only problem? Scrolling through my Rolodex, who shall bed my toddler? So many hands raised as the band plays I'm here now, watch how many niggas plans change [Verse 2: Kanye West] Penitentiary chances, the devil dances And eventually answers to the call of autumn All of them fallin' for the love of ballin' Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin Inter-century anthems based off inner-city tantrums Based off the way we was branded Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon And at the airport, they check all through my bag And tell me that it's random But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending, and a new beginning And a new fitted, and some job opportunities that's lucrative They done stole your dreams, you don't know who did it I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS I won't be satisfied 'til all my niggas get it I need more drinks and more lights And that American Apparel girl in just tights (Hot 97!) She told the director she tryna get in a school He told her "Take them glasses off and get in the pool" It's been a while since I watched the tube 'Cause like a Crip set, I got way too many blues for any more bad news I was looking at my resume, feeling real fresh today They rewrite history, I don't believe in yesterday And what's a Black Beatle anyway, a fucking roach? I guess that's why they got me sitting in fucking coach My guy said I need a pri– My guy said I need a different approach 'Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffing coke It ain't funny anymore, try different jokes Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass, X and O Kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it Play strings for the dramatic ending of that wack shit Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes I ain't got it, I'm coming after whoever who has it I'm coming after whoever, who has it? You blowing up, that's good, fantastic That, y'all, it's like that, y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all 'Cause the same people that tried to blackball me Forgot about two things, my black balls [Verse 3: Pusha T] Uh, I let you into my– Look, uh, uh I let you into my diary to admire me The making of this man, I let you see the higher me The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy I'm drawn from both sides, I am Siamese The tug-of-war opens the door, entrada Rip me apart and see what's inside of this piñata And rolling kilos in Gymstrada, that's one saga One chapter of black magic, I'm Harry Potter Feels like I'm doomed to dealing with women who Relationships with their fathers won't allow us to bloom And blossom, I swear this Vegas night was fucking awesome But adios, I blow my own dice before I toss 'em Lost some niggas, some other niggas double-crossed 'em Tryna snatch my niggas back I blew a small fortune Wrestle with the work, we was like the four horsemen Ric Flair with the flame, I'm muthafucking gorgeous, woo! As the gull wing doors lift, Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smith Whiter than that coke brush that they paint me with Sunk leather seats softer than an angel's kiss But they devil-red, tires double tread I post in parks up, that gives me double head Tight rope walking, tryna keep a level head The bright lights blind, look at what the devil did Yuugh!