K’naan - Freestyle lyrics
[K’naan - Freestyle lyrics]
See I don't socialize just
To tell social lies
My actions be on point with what I vocalize
Let my rhymes colonize your
Eyes and your minds
Like drunks who crash, rappers get sober-ized
I got so much lyrics, I think I'm insane
And I bang my head 'til my neck feel pain
I could be the equivalent of Tylenol
While rhyming, so rowdy
I start riots in the mall
I could be all I could be
Then fuck with the army
I can supply you grenades and
Can't a nigga harm me
I can see you commercial
What do you advertise?
Haven't you heard the revolution
Will not be televised?
I could keep repeatin' what's
Already been said but you really oughta know
Like Alanis Morissette
It's steep when cats slip, they slippy
Yo it's deep
Their rhymes just can't seem to hit me
And I'm home when I'm on the microphone
Let me tell you about the wack emcee syndrome
Cats who got it, no doubt, are easily spotted
They always want the mic and
They cheesy about it
They always overestimate how tight they are
Breathing all heavy like somebody
Jacked they car i wouldn't listen to you if
You stole my ear drum
I'd find alternative places to hear from
It's clear everyone is dead over here
'Cause when I rhyme
I get on a celestial essay
Yo, the forces move my mind
And of course it's
K'naan, dusty foot philosopher
Niggas come forge this and I spit corpse
To tell social lies
My actions be on point with what I vocalize
Let my rhymes colonize your
Eyes and your minds
Like drunks who crash, rappers get sober-ized
I got so much lyrics, I think I'm insane
And I bang my head 'til my neck feel pain
I could be the equivalent of Tylenol
While rhyming, so rowdy
I start riots in the mall
I could be all I could be
Then fuck with the army
I can supply you grenades and
Can't a nigga harm me
I can see you commercial
What do you advertise?
Haven't you heard the revolution
Will not be televised?
I could keep repeatin' what's
Already been said but you really oughta know
Like Alanis Morissette
It's steep when cats slip, they slippy
Yo it's deep
Their rhymes just can't seem to hit me
And I'm home when I'm on the microphone
Let me tell you about the wack emcee syndrome
Cats who got it, no doubt, are easily spotted
They always want the mic and
They cheesy about it
They always overestimate how tight they are
Breathing all heavy like somebody
Jacked they car i wouldn't listen to you if
You stole my ear drum
I'd find alternative places to hear from
It's clear everyone is dead over here
'Cause when I rhyme
I get on a celestial essay
Yo, the forces move my mind
And of course it's
K'naan, dusty foot philosopher
Niggas come forge this and I spit corpse