[Intro: Big Tigger & Killer Mike]
Yeah, Rap City Tha Basement
Big Tig', Tony Touch, Killer Mike, Big Boi
Aquemini Records
You ready?
Yeah
Alright, yeah
[Verse 1: Big Tigger]
You ain't no friend of mine
You ain't no kin of mine
Y'all stop running up on me with them damn written rhymes
It's Big Tigger in the booth on B-E-T
It's so incredible how I flow easily
I ain't no gangster
I ain't no mobster
It's Big Boi and Killer Mike, and he's the monster
It's coming on y'all
So who's next?
Come on
Come on Mike
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
I ain't no gangster, but neither are you
I'm from that Adamsville where they will murder you
Hey Tigger Tigger let me tell them a thing or two
I’m not you rappers, not to get embarrassed in the booth
Yo, it's a shame I say, most of you rappers play
And get your written rhymes eaten by a DJ
But I'm a MC and it's a new day
Yo this is freestyle, check out what I say
I smoke Bob Marley and I'm about that piece
No, not that peace there, that real real piece
I lay you in the streets
I murder magnificent, maniacal
What's my name, it's Michael
And my son, his name is Michael
I got a little gal
My oldest son, his name is Malik, and that is my pal
Yo holmes, I take your gal
I cock it back, about to let it go
Turn your forehead into a hatchback
You’re like the match Tigger
‘Cause I’m on fire Jigga
You heard it Poppin’ Tags, this one song eight
And right now there is no debate
This kid is hot and he will be a problem
If my Mama woulda aborted me I’d be a problem
You can’t solve him
The monster's born January 28th
I'm let Big take it, eat off the plate, you sucka!
Huh!
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
I was gonna uh
I was gonna do it this time because they didn’t play my last freestyle rhyme
When we came on the booth with Tigger
Me, Dré, and Slim, but
I had to come in the booth with Killer Mike because I’m with him
You know what I’m sayin’
Back on the track, New York City, we stoppin’
No time, I got ‘Dre out the crib, he straight pop-lockin’
We got a brand new record coming out
Two CDs, not one
We drop two CDs, drop two more
Every time we have fun, when we
See you and your broad
We might smoke that **** blacks
We might smoke some ****
We might snort some of that
No, we never snort cocaine, or none of that in our veins
We just straight smoke green sticky thangs
You know what I’m sayin’
Back one more time
Killer Mike over my shoulder
He’s a young roller trying to get his thing like Coca-Cola
You want to come back
We from ATL coming never wack
No written raps
Just straight spittin’ on this sleepy ass track
[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
You want real freestyle?
Then check the door boy
I’m not Pillsbury
I get dat dough boy
You understand son?
Hey yo, I flip an once
I write a check a day
And nuthin get bounced
You want to know my name?
Who is who is who
I'm that second cat that rapped on Scooby Doo
Yo, check it son
Imma all about the cream
I'm from Martin Luther King
Adamsville, know what I mean?
I bring it back [?]
And now it's time to rock
Yo, me and Tigger let that Glock *slide motion with hands* like Slip N Slide
I got a new pack
You need light?
Get a green lighter
Go for it man, like card man
It's murder when I rock
And no, I won't stop
You better cut the plug
This is all I waited on my whole life
I'm rappin' in Tha Basement
It ain't safe no more
January 28th man
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