Tim Westwood Freestyle

[Beat 1: Scarface's "Guess Who's Back"]

[Intro]

Ready to murder shit, Tim Westwood?

[Verse 1]

Guess who comin' out, boy

Comin' out the south, boy

Curry known to spit like a Draco, Malfoy

I'm the only nigga that is fresher than a Altoid

Everything I drop gon' be hard as a asteroid

I could be a asshole, Assy McGee is actually me

Never trust a bitch

Adam may never come out of Eve

You could suck a dick

I'm 'bout to get my nuts out and leave

On to other shit, callin' up the mothership

Pardon me, pardon me

I departed with my scholarship

Heart of a lion, niggas be lyin' to be hard as shit

Watchin' them fall offs like the victim of a Spartan kick

Sit back and feel it, and while these other niggas politic

Politician, bitch, I'm pocket-pickin' 'cause my pot is pissin'

Try to diss me like you never heard that verse, did on "Kristi

YamaGucci", I killed that shit like I was Gucci

Never been coochie, the only reason you salute me

Sergeant, sergeant! It's hard, it's smart, retarded

We chargin' your audience, my target

We starvin', I need protein and starches

Red carpet, the blood of your favorite artist

It's carnage when Curry spit venom

Call the ambulance so they can put some shit in him

All they see was niggas in some all-black denim

Caught another flow because I caught momentum, ah

Curry is the feces

Sharper than a bee sting

Nigga, I am beasting to a point where I could be Sting

Nigga, it's a meeting

Meaning is a you-ting

Fantastic Four, but for Curry is the new thing

Back for the Mula, put this Cris with no Luda

I could reach for the sky, tell the stars I'm a shooter

Keep my pockets on FUPA, cheddar cheese and chalupa

I will hang with my niggas, but I ain't mister Cooper

Bitch, my name is the Curry

Niggas scary like scurry

If you want definition, then they move in a hurry

If you waitin' to serve me, then you must be a waiter

I done came a long way from a goddamn raider

Makin' goddamn pla-per—

[Interlude]

"Plaper", wait, what the fuck am I sayin'?

Hol' up, man, switch the beat, switch the beat

[Beat 2: Raekwon's "Incarcerated Scarfaces"]

[Verse 2]

What's the deal? I'm caught up in the pickle, son

While people try to jack me with the nickel, son

The nickel-plate

Insinuate all the dough on my dinner plate

It's hyperactive, makin' you hyperventilate, uh

Stop breathing

Got whores on all fours and four seasons

No more for locked doors, we all greasin'

When you in a room full of gods, so pledge allegiance

Baby, open your cleavage, uh

On to Cleveland, I'm off to brown

And I might swerve my words, and I swerve my nouns

Renounced, when I used to smoke a ounce and bounce

Way back, way before I had a bank account

I had one, two, three, four

Five, six, seven, eight pennies in my pocket

Actin' like the hot shit

Knowin' damn well that a nigga ain't got shit

Strictly for my niggas, way before I'm on that 'Pac shit

That was way back, like, where my slaves at

Way before Ross even had a Maybach

The cars, the jewels, the hoes don't impress me

Flashin' lights, and looking like it's epilepsy

I ball like pistols when you wanna be a Piston

Fuck your wrist, I'd rather go and put my fist in

Put your fist pump rather than a fist bump

I get the ski mask and watch your gods get slumped

Ain't no false prophets, counterfeits and false profits

Came through and you know I be the hot topic

Curry is the nigga on the knowledge, I drop shit

Denzel and you know I came through, I pop shit

The uzis and moves in rooms like the Yakuza

Far from losers, more like penny abusers

Money young, money on my mind, I'm

Sunny, sunny, sunny, let me shine, rise

Risin' on the motherfuckin' east like the Islam

I don't really give a fuck, they lookin' like, "Who is him?"

Nigga came through with the motherfuckin' ism

Like racism, or sexism, I texting 'em

That motherfuckin' knowledge I drop

Denzel, motherfucka, on the shit I pop

I skate like a motherfuckin' Figure 8

If a nigga wanna talk about a dinner date

You don't want this, you don't want that

You don't want that, I came through

Motherfucker, yeah, I gotta go back

With the throwback, like a motherfuckin' seventy

Came through with the motherfuckin' telepathy