Frank151, T-Weaponz - T-Weaponz Freestyle (Frank151: That Grown Man) lyrics
[Frank151, T-Weaponz - T-Weaponz Freestyle Frank151: That Grown Man lyrics]
Yo, it's IzReal of Tomorrowz Weaponz
Back home in the
East with PF Cuttin and in ’03, man
Y’all fake rappers got to show
Me y’all worthy of
Your deal let’s go bring it come on
One’s for IzReal, two is for T Weaponz
Three’s for y’all fake-ass rappers
That keep stepping
Four’s for this new hot shit you got to read
It’s called Frank151 magazine
I’ll pack sixteen bars, one in the chamber
Conceal my skills, my gun is for danger
IzReal, I spill my blood like a painter
‘Til I feel you feel what’s up on the canvas
My rhymes are mics hidden from view
On the streets at night
It’s like you living it too
Read, I write my life is written for you
It’s free advice with spice
A sip of the booze
I’ll drink to think and lessen the pain
Mistakes I make won’t make me less of a man
Come face to face with
Fate and destiny’s plan
It’s a chase for papes let’s
Rape the industry’s ass
‘Cause if we don’t, they’ll do it to us
And we just won’t get screwed in the butt
To each their own, but you gonna trust
Some leech who just wants to
Bone you like a slut? Hell no
One’s for IzReal, two is for T Weaponz
Three’s for y’all fake-ass rappers
That keep stepping
Four’s for this new hot shit you got to read
It’s called Frank151 magazine
Pardon me if I’m arguably the
Best artist to star and
You horribly flowing like blood
In your arteries
Follow me or beat it you can’t
Join us heaters ‘cause your
Anemic flow would lead us
Under hills of behemoths
Slowly proceed, moving in ghost speed
But still trying to be a myth of an old me
Trust me, consider yourself very lucky
Penmanship is very handsome
Results are very ugly
(Nah, nah) Nah, you know what
Man? Let me get in some real life shit aight
(Just cut it off) yeah, this
Is it right here frank151, tomorrowz Weaponz
(Frank 151 Magazine) pF Cuttin let’s go
Come on (Talk to ‘em)
Stocks fell
So the block gets blackmailed when shots fill
They hurl hails of cocktails in person
They open up their curtains on the
Surface like a traveling circus
Corners left handicapped, lopsided
Reenactment of the ’91 Watts riots foes
Stampede our zip codes like pistols
Letting off
In discos it’s crystal-clear blame
It on the lack
Of supervision live where love is, in fact
A superstition
Running circles through life’s
Hurdles without
Rehearsals lose your balance
It’s a early curfew
Niggas slip off their feet you
Can’t blame it on me
‘Cause, I’ma run like Death is gaining on me
Life’s intricate, but the difference is:
Replace mischievous words over
Rifts of instruments
Will my own dirt bury me?
My own worst enemies? Since birth
I’ve been cursed like the Kennedies
Yo, before I meet defeat
Rather meet The Reaper give me "One Mic
" watch your speaker leak out "Ether"
See, the speech I speak is deeper
So the peak
You reach’ll still be beneath my sneaker
For those that know Ark know I flow so sharp
I wrote and composed art like the old Mozart
My future looks so dark, need a flashlight
So ahead of my time
I buried myself in my past life
Yo, P, matter of fact, throw
Throw of this shit on, man this
Shit is, this shit is too
Heavy for me right now
Son i’m on some next shit
Right now let me get, let
Me hear something hard yeah, this
Is what I’m talking ‘bout
PF this right here is for Frank151
Check the interview it’s the Arkhitect
Yo, we cause a ballistic show
They can’t match me
I flow in encrypted codes they can’t crack me
I’m closing in tomorrowz Weaponz
Fully loaded and
I’m hoping y’all know that it’s time to
Fold ‘em in been focused and zoning in
Waiting to make an open end it’s hard
To hold a grin with all the pain
That I’ve been holding in i’ve grown
Older but colder
Hold the globe from shoulder to shoulder
So, soldier, hold your holster closer when
These vultures get closer
I’m ready for every and anything
Opposing my cypher don’t be
The next target caught under the
Scope of this sniper
Y’all better come to your senses
I know I ain’t
Perfect, but I’m only off a couple
Of ventures you see the
Rhythmic patterns I bring to rapping’ll run
Circles ‘round your rappers like the
Rings of Saturn don’t mean to boast
But there’s not a soul close to near
So don’t approach ‘til I tell you
That the coast is clear
Back home in the
East with PF Cuttin and in ’03, man
Y’all fake rappers got to show
Me y’all worthy of
Your deal let’s go bring it come on
One’s for IzReal, two is for T Weaponz
Three’s for y’all fake-ass rappers
That keep stepping
Four’s for this new hot shit you got to read
It’s called Frank151 magazine
I’ll pack sixteen bars, one in the chamber
Conceal my skills, my gun is for danger
IzReal, I spill my blood like a painter
‘Til I feel you feel what’s up on the canvas
My rhymes are mics hidden from view
On the streets at night
It’s like you living it too
Read, I write my life is written for you
It’s free advice with spice
A sip of the booze
I’ll drink to think and lessen the pain
Mistakes I make won’t make me less of a man
Come face to face with
Fate and destiny’s plan
It’s a chase for papes let’s
Rape the industry’s ass
‘Cause if we don’t, they’ll do it to us
And we just won’t get screwed in the butt
To each their own, but you gonna trust
Some leech who just wants to
Bone you like a slut? Hell no
One’s for IzReal, two is for T Weaponz
Three’s for y’all fake-ass rappers
That keep stepping
Four’s for this new hot shit you got to read
It’s called Frank151 magazine
Pardon me if I’m arguably the
Best artist to star and
You horribly flowing like blood
In your arteries
Follow me or beat it you can’t
Join us heaters ‘cause your
Anemic flow would lead us
Under hills of behemoths
Slowly proceed, moving in ghost speed
But still trying to be a myth of an old me
Trust me, consider yourself very lucky
Penmanship is very handsome
Results are very ugly
(Nah, nah) Nah, you know what
Man? Let me get in some real life shit aight
(Just cut it off) yeah, this
Is it right here frank151, tomorrowz Weaponz
(Frank 151 Magazine) pF Cuttin let’s go
Come on (Talk to ‘em)
Stocks fell
So the block gets blackmailed when shots fill
They hurl hails of cocktails in person
They open up their curtains on the
Surface like a traveling circus
Corners left handicapped, lopsided
Reenactment of the ’91 Watts riots foes
Stampede our zip codes like pistols
Letting off
In discos it’s crystal-clear blame
It on the lack
Of supervision live where love is, in fact
A superstition
Running circles through life’s
Hurdles without
Rehearsals lose your balance
It’s a early curfew
Niggas slip off their feet you
Can’t blame it on me
‘Cause, I’ma run like Death is gaining on me
Life’s intricate, but the difference is:
Replace mischievous words over
Rifts of instruments
Will my own dirt bury me?
My own worst enemies? Since birth
I’ve been cursed like the Kennedies
Yo, before I meet defeat
Rather meet The Reaper give me "One Mic
" watch your speaker leak out "Ether"
See, the speech I speak is deeper
So the peak
You reach’ll still be beneath my sneaker
For those that know Ark know I flow so sharp
I wrote and composed art like the old Mozart
My future looks so dark, need a flashlight
So ahead of my time
I buried myself in my past life
Yo, P, matter of fact, throw
Throw of this shit on, man this
Shit is, this shit is too
Heavy for me right now
Son i’m on some next shit
Right now let me get, let
Me hear something hard yeah, this
Is what I’m talking ‘bout
PF this right here is for Frank151
Check the interview it’s the Arkhitect
Yo, we cause a ballistic show
They can’t match me
I flow in encrypted codes they can’t crack me
I’m closing in tomorrowz Weaponz
Fully loaded and
I’m hoping y’all know that it’s time to
Fold ‘em in been focused and zoning in
Waiting to make an open end it’s hard
To hold a grin with all the pain
That I’ve been holding in i’ve grown
Older but colder
Hold the globe from shoulder to shoulder
So, soldier, hold your holster closer when
These vultures get closer
I’m ready for every and anything
Opposing my cypher don’t be
The next target caught under the
Scope of this sniper
Y’all better come to your senses
I know I ain’t
Perfect, but I’m only off a couple
Of ventures you see the
Rhythmic patterns I bring to rapping’ll run
Circles ‘round your rappers like the
Rings of Saturn don’t mean to boast
But there’s not a soul close to near
So don’t approach ‘til I tell you
That the coast is clear
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