Freddie Gibbs, Termanology, Fred The Godson - Wild Style (with Statik Selektah) lyrics

Is the return of the wild style, just
Wild style, wild style
Is the return of the wild style, just
Is the return

I'm on a spiritual high
Smoke that lyrical lie
My cutties keep that vanilla shit in the sky
Even if it's laced, I roll piff to get by
The burner in your face means you
Got some shit in your eye
I fire shots put your ass in a quiet box
And when the riot stops I'm
The one firing cops
I smoke Phillies I can kill an entire box
I'm the Gorilla killer you
On ya mozilla firefox
Try and bark, I'll put you
Down on dead dogs, cause I'm a shark
Really to you I'm Reinhart
I run over ya head, leaving
Your face with tire marks
Put a grenade in your mouth
And blow your life apart
And any mission I embark has a violent start
Bloody ending is so depending if
The knife is sharp
This is psycho talk my blades lipo-sharp
I'm down to fight a whole block
Fuck the cops!

Is the return of the wild style, wild style
Just wild style, wild style
Is the return of the wild style, just
Is the return

All I do is write verses
And wrap up rubberbands
Roll a'84 and roll up a
Wood with my other hand
And I fuck with felons don't
Fuck with the FEDs
They know I'm selling something
Ain't nobody selling cd's
Another trick up my sleeve
But another bitch that I'm sticking
I introduce to the sniffing
And dickin' different positions
Got introduced to some friends and sit
Back as if I was flipping
She sniffing that shit in daily
Your daughter need interventions!
That's some cold shit! Fred
You musta be smoking water
When you wrote this nah I'm in Brooklyn
Back from Gary fresh off a dope flip
Do the speed limit pay attention
And never smoke shit
Call up Dominican H and told
Him I was posted!
Baby face gangsta stay with 3 bangers
Heat the microwave and cut up
Them cookies like Famous Amos
Shit get rectified by sticking this
Dope in a bitch's anus hit the visible
Shoot that to my brother let's
Get this paper bitch!

Flow superior to others often than I'm fell
Freddie and fred feel like
I'm talking to myself
Far as rhymes I'm awesome
The metaphors I own want they
Own line in a auction
Caution niggas I'm often, no discussion
Your moms will take care of the coughin
Robatussin selectah know 'matics will wet
Ya I ain't really
Got beef I'm just kind of collector
Is the return of the wild style ice in
The quarter rock back to the vials now
They one dimensional I got styles now
Tomorrow's best lyrics is my freestyles now
I respect you when you when you spit shit
You far from nice you need
Jet blue to get there
I might style Slick Rick
Mixed with Rick Flair
Pardon my terminology but I get it in
Chyeah