2002 Funk Flex Freestyle / Back from France Freestyle

[Verse 1]

I'm so far ahead of my time I'm 'bout to start another life

Look behind you; I'm 'bout to pass you twice

Back to The Future, gotta slow up for the present; I'm fast

Niggas can't get past my past

How you propose a deal with the perfect present?

When I unwrap The Gift & The Curse in one session?

Ain't no living person can test him

Only two resting in Heaven can be mentioned in the same breath as him

7 straight summers; critics might not admit it

But nobody in rap did it quite like I did it;

If you did, I done it before

You get it, I had it;

I got mad at it, I don't want it no more

And that comes from everything, from flippin' that raw

Flippin' whores, flippin' vocal cords

Don't get it twisted, get it right

Did it different, did it better, did it nice

Did the impossible, and then I did it twice

Young!

[Verse 2]

Young H.O., fresh from Italy

Trip financed by my best ability

Same one helped me in extra realty

For my mom, for my nephews, a bunch of lil' me's

Flip flop by Versace, hip-hop got me here

Music made me a millionaire, yeah

Multi for what's inside of here

Inside my heart, besides that, I'm smart

Prepare poems with a passion, at the same time cash in

Took the best of both worlds minus the madness

Though controversy follows me everywhere I dock

Everything I hear I block

Out like the jealous clouds do the sun

Then I sit back and recline since my shine has shone

And then sure nuff bust out something foreign with the doors up

Maybe the lilac Porsche

The lavender Retriever

I only bring my homies back purple reefer

I only smoke in Ibiza

In Capri, somewhere foreign that you need your visa, yup

Hovi's home but it's like I never left, I had the global phone, yup

Yeah I stayed in touch, I heard y'all back home complaining, y'all complain too much

So hateful, bunch of dudes I put on out there acting so ungrateful but

Daddy's home and he brought the forty autie-matie chrome

For all the chatty-chatty y'all been doing

[Verse 3]

While y'all was running your mouth complaining about Summer Jam

I was in flip-flops in the South of France

See how it flip-flops with the number one station for hip-hop and r&b?

You thought Summer Jam was starring you? It was starring me

Even in my absence, my presence is felt

That gotta tell you I'm the king, dog, if nothing else

I'm on another continent, you still ain't content

I'm in the Mediterranean, you still ain't vent

Explain to me why I wanna be you again

You on the radio crying, I'm learning to swim