Vic Mensa - Rapfix Freestyle - Sözleri

The first one was a fluke, anyone can get beginner's luck

Rookie think he too hot cause he drop bars about some Harry Potter books

And said some stuff about a semi truck

In them same cannabis print boxers, boy that shit HUF

Yeah, I heard of Vic, he sound like so and so and such and such

He ain't original, he ain't digital, he ain't the INNANET

Them Odd Future kids been had made that shit up

We ain't Savemoney, we si -- aight, aight enough

Multiply my numericals uncomparable

My tarots straight even in the slumps

They trying to beat me to the jump

Be like I'm skydiving without a parachute

You might drop first, but I'mma hit harder than ten of you

Eight out of nine of my dimes got smoker tendencies

I'm betting 35 like I'm from Oklahoma, Tennessee

Tentative court date pending, they trying to sentence me

Send 'em and in-voice, out of state, lawyer handle my plea

You petty boys, don't address me or catch a Gettysburg

Blood on the leaves, bodies fall like autumn

All my fits off-season like Halloween and February

Word on the land is that I'm getting air play everywhere

I hit the ground running in '93, I should probably die when I'm 27

Heath Ledger lines to keep the work on the plane Like I'm staff

Plus I be flying free

Fresh outta jail, fire up the tree, in my bond receipt

Shout-out to the port huron police, keep my piss clean

Smoke strong like creatine, cranapple juice to clear the trace

Clear papers when I'm writing, I be seeing green

Cut my negatives like a filmmaker switch screen, split screen

I Refrain from the shit they repeat

Ducking detectives trying to make the quota

See that 44 clap like the nolia in the streets

Niggas chances be slim gotta stay a soldier

Boy, it's been one hell of year, ain't it?

I left the band, became a man, my brother Purp just had a daughter

Some of my other fam damn near famous

I'm still in the hood, same whip, same crib

Same homies where I used to serve OZs through the fence

Mask and a blade, you better hope d'Artagnan come to your defense

Fence in the field, I'mma hop it

Cops come I'm hurling the sack and changing the topic

Talk that mess, make me mop it

Buckshot, lunar eclipse split the black moon I'm in--

Kufi's ain't goofies

I had two chicks with two G's, gave 'em roofies

And then you know they gave me some loose-leaf, paper

I said I'd do your favors to you later

Darth Vader shader, see you like the razor

I don't give a fuck about clans or the Raiders

Niggas know me and I came with the braids up

I don't give a ---

Is that a curse, I can curse?

(No, no, what's wrong with that? Keep going)

Because I freestyle in person

I gave you penis, I mean phoenix

You already know my shit the meanest

You could say penis on TV because it ain't a curse

It's worse, leave them in a hearse

Niggas wearing skirts, talking about us do dirt

You don't want Nerf

They don't want it because they shooting but they bullets made of Nerf

And you know I come through riding  and surfing

--- Lamborghini ---

Let me hear something, Bun, what you gotta say?

It's all good, I'm representing UGK

We them dudes that mama told you about

I'm like Red from Five Heartbeats, open the window and hold you out



And this is freestyle, it didn't come written

So it's all good, we real emcees that's spittinOn the turntables we got DJ Red Alert

He keep it mixing, I spit the the rhymes that make your head hurt

I make the world shake, I make the ground quake

Everything I do is groundbreaking, it's ground break

Type flow, boys already know

Bun B repping UGK for life out the doThis is PAT freestyle spittinAlready said spittin' and written, no bullshitting, I'm here

And I'm killing it, keeping it trill

Boys already know they'll never touch me for real

So do your thing, but don't try to do me

That's it, just don't do me

The chew was mucus, I spit it up

Trying to be infamous, while you rappers is jicama

Many come try and get them some synonyms, what I'm spitting

The open casket if you asking, I dided them

So everybody crowd around, everybody be the shit but homie I'm the foulest bowel

See my vowels be pure like Al B. Sure's brows mane

Just trying to get a couple O's in the account mane

For now I count change

And eight times out of nine rappers be 'bout rain

Or the claim

Or other dudes' chicks and how big his -- is

I'm flyer than a pilot let me show you how to pitch this

Never sex it up and dumb it down

Insane flow, I'm Usain Bolt I run this now what?

Glam

What time is it? What time clock looking like?

Rappers smoke crack, they need to go and cook a pipe

First the Fat Boys break up then Sway cut his dreads off

Then Vic Mensa came and cut they heads off

You hard, but your bread soft

You talking crazy, that's why the  get you layed off

Your legs off, chop them like a Mexican

The cartel come through every time that I'm flexing it

You know they disrespecting him

When I'm riding through and the glass is reflecting them

I see them phony, they trying to play me like we homies

They wrap me up that's why I come back around with the homies

And stomp them out

Come back home when I used to go from rags to rag and bone

On my feet, what you feeling?

How you know? Me and Rocky in this bitch killing

Still trilling

And I'm trilling with the nigga Bun

We can't curse? (Do what you gotta do, man)

And I'm with my homie Bun

Top gun, you know we number one

But hold up, let me get to the flashin' fashion

You already know it's some casual crassinI got the new Dior's

And I don't give a fuck, got three floors

And like three broads and like three cars

And they all hoopties

And she got fake bags and they all Gucci's

And I like the strip clubs cause they all hoochies

You know I give them dollars, they love loosies

Everybody know the Prada, Prada

Gotta holla, holla at a dollar, holla at your guala

Holla tomata, hottie tomaties

And you know hot Tamale's

You see me in the allies fucking popping Molly's

I ain't 'bout it though

And you know I got the boutta boutta boutta flow

I come around like where's Waldo?

Tell her I need the motherfucking model

 love shoes with the 

And my breath stank, I need a Alto

You already come through

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