Quiet Storm Freestyle

Akala... Mhm...

Storm's brewing...

Listen

Roll with us or get rolled over

Waitin' for something real cool the wait is over

Them other niggers is liars talkin' 'bout violence

They ain't rhymin'

They singin' hit notes higher than Mariah

Bonfire upon informer

No love for the Po-Po

I bite like pitbulls

Y'all do what you're told though

I'm loco, I'm cold bro

Feel strong as a Volvo

Like the rush the first time smokin' that coco

But nah (I don't) touch dem ting...

It's common sense though

'Cause (that's) where things don't go

No no you don't want it

(For) your sake I hope so

I don't need a clique I'm a ten-man solo

Super-thug? yes I fear nobody

Probably learn the hard way:

Get hit with a shotty

There's no gangsters no more bredrin can't you see

Anybody will get it if it's really beef

You either real, or a dick

I'm far from a chief

I got Oxford scholar knowledge and I'm merely nineteen

Am I lyin'? you you tell me

I bleed and breath

Growin' up ma mommy's tears was a regular scene

Now it's that pain I use to feed my dreams

To stack cream

And to achieve more for my seeds

Best believe I'm like nothing you seen

Too raw

Got you shook like you was seven and you first watches "Jaws"

I'm the best

Bring any man you can find

I'll hit him so hard I'll seperate his thoughts from his mind

Back from his spine the rhymes of a shot from a nine

It's up to you blud it's your choice not mine

You want peace? I will teach

That's my mind frame

You want beef?

I'm wantin' more heads than the rain

Best be dreadin'

I mean what I said

They goin' out like armageddon

Only want my mum in church for weddings

For that reason

Beefin' is high treason

I be squeezin' till your breathin' turns to wheezin'

Machine's stopped beepin'

Heat make you taste defeat 'n

I won't lose 'cause I don't mind cheatin'

There's no rules

Whoever said there was is a fool

Nine to five, five to nine

Gotta hold that tool

'Cause these dudes are snakes

Sheeps posing as wolves

Real niggers live by respect, forever stand tall

I'll tell you straight

I pray for better days but as far as today

Gotta stay with a sick mindframe

It's not all gravy, niggers is shadey

I train daily like the Royal Navy

It's not for ladies

It's incase I get knocked by the old bailey

'Cause jail? one-on-one

Street? gun-to-gun

Little niggers is tiresome but

Back on this music, everybody lay low

I'm 'bout to blow that volcano

Shock you like

Quiet storm brewin'

Rappin' since the days of Patrick Ewing

Best thing on the track since Carl Lewis

You a rapper? best get your tape out now

('cause) when I come out

Trust me I'm bound to shut you down

So you're f*cked up now

If you're not down with our sound

Gimme a pound on ma crown...

I'm done with this shit, I'm taking a bow