Fun fact: most songs that claim to be "freestyles" aren't really off the top anymore. That being said, I wrote this long ass verse in about 6 minutes. This beat will pierce your soul.
lyrics
I know my purpose, I aint living for the surface
You the learner, I'm the master with a burner
More disturbed than anybody that you heard of
These run of the mill emcees are a disease
Tak Havoc and Tweggs, deleting the elites
And any eye witnesses making a single peep
Push your face into the boiling chicken grease
These dabs got me finding inner peace
Pigging out on beats like a Thanksgiving feast
Gotta keep writing cuz the stress don't cease
Until I'm deceased, I'll be the bees knees
Get your hands up, like the cops said freeze
And fuck 12 they can eat a pair of these
Fucking dweebs, you ain't got no steez
I keep my mind free, cuz it's all that I got
Stabilize my thoughts and proceed with the plot
Treat beats like hopscotch, I'm poppin off
Hit em with molotovs, desire doesn't quit
That's just how it goes, you know I been on my shit
Two 20s in my wallet, one might be counterfeit
The grass is gas, but we smoke a pound of it
While watching the adventures of Feivel Mousekewitz
No doubt, we putting grams in the grinder
After that, might grab brekky at the diner
