Sandman 118 Freestyle

[Intro]

Ayo, check it out 1-2, 1-2

It's the Big motherfucking L and I'm 'bout to catch wreck on this Dirtman shit

Yo, check it out

This is that Sandman 118 shit

And it's the B-I-G L straight from 139 in fucking Lenox, Harlem, the Danger Zone

I gotta represent it, somebody gotta do it

You know what I'm saying?

Ayo, I got a new single out, it's called MVP, the Most Valuable Poet, you know what I'm saying?

'Cause I'm the most valuable poet when it comes to this shit and I'ma prove it right now, check it out

[Verse]

My clique is quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome

You shoulda known not to roam through the Danger Zone

In Harlem is where the thugs rest, in a slug fest

We sending faggots all the way to heaven like Doug Fresh

Big L grew up in the slums of greed, known for drawing guns with speed

And selling tons of weed, cause I got sons to feed

And it's a must that my toast smokes, I'm not like most folks

Fuck tens and twenties, I carry ghost-notes

And it's a must that I commence to slaying

Any faggot MC who goes against the grain

I'ma smoke Pataki ass, and Rudolph Giuli' like a wooley

I keep a tooly for any moolie who act fooly

So if a nigga disrespect L, to hell is where I'ma send 'em

After I skin 'em and spit some venom in 'em

I run with intruders, looters and sharpshooters

Who spark buddahs and fuck thick bitches with large hooters

Yo, I'm the nigga that be jumping on your stereo

When I walk the streets the bitches be tapping they friends, like there he go!

Never had rules to follow, none of my jewels are hollow

Try to tax mines and you'll be on the news tomorrow

'Cause I never was the type to start beefs

But I spark creeps on dark streets and stop they heart beats

To hell with silly games, I play survival sports

Sometimes I be in the crib, stressed the fuck out, with suicidal thoughts

All my life I've been a lady bruiser, a wrong chooser

School refuser, drug abuser, born loser

Clothes bummy, nose runny, it wasn't funny

A little dummy who tried to kill his mother for insurance money

Now me and the Devil is on the same team

I'ma hit the mainstream with ill raps that's poison like gangrene

I'm better than every rapper that you thought was raw

Peace to all of my peoples out in Baltimore

I'm not a coward, and fronting on me, I won't allow it

I'm high powered, fucking freak bitches like Adina Howard

Front and get your belly torn, I keep a Pelle on

I'm fucking with Grey Poupon and Dom Pérignon

On the ave I pump rocks, quick to give a chump knots

You ain't tough, the only thing you shooting is jump shots

My style is hard like strong lumber

Cute chicks get the dick, ugly bitches get the wrong number