Absolute Freestyle

You know

My mind remain on gunplay

While y'all niggas sleep like Jermaine on Sunday

The heat stay packed like the train on Monday

Yes, I lick off the time you gotta be there, (nine)

Push by the time that you get off (five)

And I pump 8's till I reach lunch break (twelve)

It's bout the time that you get home (that's six)

That's the gist homes

That's the unofficial master plan

Minus any unforeseen traffic jams

Like my songs carrying the clubs like Bagger Vance

Or getting' caught by them long arms

Like Mr. Fantastic damn

But I can't fade like Fantastic Sams and taper off

I'm a better nigga man this is Edward Scissorhands with my back against the wall

Till I'm a V12 6er I'm a 130-round clipper

As if I was Elton Brand

But I could never leave Chicago

Unless heavily cargo, my jeans heavily argo

My stride is stiff see I rides as if

I don't need a helpin' hand, uh

Pride is this, never you see I is content

I'm slick I slde, I don't slip I ride

Don't flip I grind when the shit hits the fan

Like a line drive into the stands

The shoe fits the foot the mitt fits the hand

Misfits hollow tips hits ya man

Swallow nicks when dicks hit the land like

Snoop Dogg in his wheelchair

But I'm comin' from the Chi

And I flip pies

3 14-inch rims and they runnin' on the side

West that is, yes, F to the I (West Side) throw it up

Now back to the pies

Wasn't talking 'bout Snoop Dogg's wheels there

I am Farrahkahn with the Heroin

Salvatore Ferragamo on my feet

Pair of charms 'round my neck

Skeleton Vacheron on my arm

Gangsta, runnin the streets like marathon

With 26 Ks now lemme break it down I'm the leader of the pack

That's hard to believe if you fatiguin' in the back

I'm back to the master plan

I'm up front with the Africans

They swallow birds like Sylvester

It's the French connector Cooperstown collector

Yessuh my lifestyle's the shit

They shit lifestyles of that shit

Yeah

To sum it up I'm having a nice run

You have a nice one

Peace!