Shook Ones Freestyle

[Intro]

1, 2, 1, 2

Listen, look

To all the rappers and the double-barrell trappers

The real clappers that be plotting with the jackers

Listen, check it out now

Listen

[Verse]

You see I'm next with the realness

I be the infamous, I earn cake

Don't know me, check the work rate

I move old school in warfare, beware

See I've got my own flow but it's cool to share

And all the fakes that wanna slither to the Jakes

I'll be picking up a bat and I'ma leng it to your face

Trust no one else but yourself brudda

'Cause everybody's quick to switch when you're living in the gutter

Keep getting in the butter like you're supposed to

You'll know my business if you're someone that I'm close to

You're not on it, don't front like you're hard cah

Niggas like you been soft from the start

I'm rapping with the heart, I'm living in the past

Niggas is grass, they never wanna see a man pass

But it's cool, I be putting niggas on blast

Schooling kids like it's year 6, putting them in class

See the flow, I keep it real tight, I have to

Raps what I love and I do, it's not maths dude

Try and violate and you're up on my list

And I ain't stopping with the hunting until a nigga's getting hit

And I ain't messing with you niggas' dead beef

I be zoning in Sciroccos hearing Mortal Technique

I'm real cuz so I only listen to real rap

If you were real then my last verse, you'll feel that

Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body

They want a nigga trapped, wrapped like a cling and Bobby

And on my life I ain't blowing through a dodgy

If I'm blowing then I'm blowing with the 12 gauge shotty

I flow invisible, it's so political

I've got that twenty-four hour flow so it's digital

I never beef with a punk so it's physical

I'd rather be invisible than in a cell miserable

That's real talk and I ain't listen to the hate

I'm just doing what I'm doing for the bread that's on the plate

You're all fake, this is real rap, it's so great

Auto-tune, skinny jeans, they're all rate

Let's take it back to Mob Deep and Gangster

Cah truthfully you MC's are all cancer

Killing the game with your lyrics about [?]

Fuck your swag, I'll leave a nigga wearing bin bags

It's so hot, niggas get shot in their own blocks

It's so wrong, slags are getting fucked by their own pops

And those cops quick to give a nigga a roadblock

So mobs go and do crime like 'So what?'

I spit truth, consider this another five-a-day

Misinformed youth, letting piggies take their rides away

And mandem think they're so hard

But how you gonna feel when your whole block is a boneyard?

With no life, couple tales and stray tramps

Free-speaking humans all in jails and free camps

History repeats itself and that's a fact

And I don't listen when the news is on cah it's all whack

[Outro]

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