Brother Ali, Joell Ortiz, Freeway - Best@It lyrics

Freeway got a voice like an electric guitar
I'm the bass to it
Walk to the speaker hold your face to it
Freezer

I'm 'bout to rip it straight from the rip
Body every beat the scriptures to me
That we close to the end
Listen, Kill 'em with the spit and
Put my boys in position
So none of my niggas got
To pitch on the street
It's Young Freezer the bar
Spitter the big beard
From the city of brotherly hate
Where we bear eagles
The desert kind and we pay
Them coppers no never mind
Niggas still palm heaters
My hood is bad they turn teen they grab ninas
A couple aunts one mother no dad


Streets was their father figure
And they never had
That's why they run up in your
Spot with a couple Glocks
Had hunger pains I couldn't make it to eat
Got introduced to Islam started making Salat
We in two different cities
Minnnesota and Philly
But, I'm on the same page as Brother Ali

Yeah Joell Ortiz, get it

I Ain't make believe like some
Of these costume fuckers
So YAOWA, I literally got you Brother
Ain't a hood too rough ain't
A block too gutter
These rappers starting to look like
Them pork chops you smother
Slide me a fork damn right I eat pork
I'm sick I dine on the
Swine flu with every thought
Every track I rhyme to develops a heavy cough
Till it's fully blown and it
Turns into a smelly corpse
I'm eatin' I ain't fat this
Just how my belly floss
I'm on the road so much I'm
Build me a telly porch
Bitches be hawkin', I be turnin' my celly off
They crazy like the ass on
Miss Tracee Ellis Ross
Come home early I might be
In that bed of yours
Girls like me I'm sort of
Like a walking metaphor
And this mic seems like it kinda just
Might bea gift and a curse
They give me ass and curse me out
When I don't make 'em wifey
I'm on the set mic check
Like your favorite Nikes
A Rhyme Sayer so it's only
Right that they invite me
On the track with 'em i'm
Oozing that rap rhythm
Could rhyme forever whatever i'll let
Ali scrap with 'em

Some of the greatest got respect for the
Way that I rock the set
But, you ain't seen no Jacob
Shit dangling off my neck so of course
Dudes around the way are all suspect
Why them Rhymesayers boys ain't break
You off with a check
Wait a minute it's not that I ain't get it
It's just that I'm considerate
And shit about they way I spend it
You ain't never heard me say I'm pimpin'
I referee the game I'm in and
So I play it different
I Need the deed to my home
And the title to my car
Make sure that my health and
My life are all insured
If I ain't got all four
I consider myself poor
Diamonds to the floor is something
I can not afford
You see these cats and most of them are lying
Selling CDs and packs, both of them are dying
My man Free earned that shit
It ain't a costume
And I ain't 'bout to cop a fake
Joint to give props to 'em
You ain't seen nothing crazy on my arm
(Ha Ha Hum) my kids got a stay at home mom
Until my grand kids are straight
I ain't buying jewelry
And truly can't thank my fans enough
For what they do for me
Industry suit's wasn't digging my jams
I tour like a madman build my brand
Soundscan never meant nothing to the fans
They ain't in it for the trends they
Want to listen to the man
I give 'em what I can and when I'm in the jam
I get to spittin' so ridiculous
They pissing in their pants
They listen every chance that they
Can get it their hands
Until they wear the CD out and
Go and get that shit again
God damn it got me back on my rap shit
Got that home run king batting average
Achievements, no 'roids taken, no astrict
Don't need it
No styles bitten, no ass kissed believe it
Record is flawless my respect is enormous
My current peer group is a short list
Only way I lose if I forfeit
The only way you climb in these shoes is if
I tire of the throne and climb off it
Don't' hold your breath on it only begun
If you ain't the Rhymesayers I
Don't owe you a crumb
Can't no MC call me his son
The lowest ever been uttered is kid
Brother but that's only been one
I paved my own road to the sun
My aura glow has become
A beacon of hope the closer I come
I'm sorry there can only be one
Champ around here I am not a peer
I'm up here, you down there
Look down and the ground's near
Au contraire I hear your heart
Pound fear loud and clear feet of sasquatch
MC's are mad soft make their weak ass glass
Jaw meet the asphalt
Better hope AlI don't blast off
He'll twist your hand off
Take you in the back and saw the cast off
Can't slow him up the more he
Get the more he want
They steady telling me hip hop is
In some sort of rut
That's cause they watching the TV
And they ignoring us
It ain't my fault they fail to see
That we done tore it up
I'm from a broken mold y'all
Are from that carbon cut
That shit has all been done before
I'm here to call your bluff
I don't compare myself to dead rappers
I'm here to write the next chapter
In braille and left handed
Consider yourself reprimanded
Fresh rap shit and y'all know
We the best at it