Sage Francis - The NYC Freestyle lyrics
[Sage Francis - The NYC Freestyle lyrics]
Some MC's only want to freestyle
What they need to do
Is organize their thoughts meanwhile
Them organized heads are bullshittin'
Just because it ain't all that on paper
They act like it ain't written
Spittin' lyrics while they sittin'
In my backseat
Forgot that I was at the cipher
They said it at last week
He practiced to the beat
That he had me play on my house stereo
Hopin' to get in the blouse of every hoe
I got doubts I just can't bury yo
What's the reality
You ain't sharp and witty kid
It ain't your personality
The verse and technicality
You're trying to look blind
Dispersing analogies, I know it took time
Let me check your book of rhymes
Crooks commit crimes, writers write!
Don't be ashamed you had to stay
Up by your lamplight all night just to
Sound alright just to
Come correct
Just to get some respect from people
Who ain't heard it done yet
I ain't one to sweat what
You call "off the dome"
Cause, I know that yesterday you
Said it over the phone
To your peoples back home
Every freestyle that you do I find your crew
Lip syncing all the words right behind you
Yelling all the punchlines and back ups
Them wack fucks probably wrote half them
Shit's cause your rap sucks
Maybe it's them I should be dealing with
But, you're the one getting props
And I'm not feeling it
The only thing that's really coming off the
Top of your head is dandruff
Man if I ever hear what you said
One more time
I'll grab the mic and finish your rhyme
Acting like I'm a psychic as I shine
Cracker shine 999% of the time
Freestyle rhymes are cut and
Paste rehearsed lines
A frontin' MC is the worst kind
Most have forgot that he wrote
That shit last night that's right!
Prepared freestyles
He must of forgot that he
Wrote that shit last night that's right
This is Sage Francis don't you never forget
TSS, tss, tss, Secret Service respect
AOI artificial Intelligence, check it
Don't ever say it's a freestyle just
Because it ain't on record
Don't ever say it's a freestyle just
Because it ain't on record
What they need to do
Is organize their thoughts meanwhile
Them organized heads are bullshittin'
Just because it ain't all that on paper
They act like it ain't written
Spittin' lyrics while they sittin'
In my backseat
Forgot that I was at the cipher
They said it at last week
He practiced to the beat
That he had me play on my house stereo
Hopin' to get in the blouse of every hoe
I got doubts I just can't bury yo
What's the reality
You ain't sharp and witty kid
It ain't your personality
The verse and technicality
You're trying to look blind
Dispersing analogies, I know it took time
Let me check your book of rhymes
Crooks commit crimes, writers write!
Don't be ashamed you had to stay
Up by your lamplight all night just to
Sound alright just to
Come correct
Just to get some respect from people
Who ain't heard it done yet
I ain't one to sweat what
You call "off the dome"
Cause, I know that yesterday you
Said it over the phone
To your peoples back home
Every freestyle that you do I find your crew
Lip syncing all the words right behind you
Yelling all the punchlines and back ups
Them wack fucks probably wrote half them
Shit's cause your rap sucks
Maybe it's them I should be dealing with
But, you're the one getting props
And I'm not feeling it
The only thing that's really coming off the
Top of your head is dandruff
Man if I ever hear what you said
One more time
I'll grab the mic and finish your rhyme
Acting like I'm a psychic as I shine
Cracker shine 999% of the time
Freestyle rhymes are cut and
Paste rehearsed lines
A frontin' MC is the worst kind
Most have forgot that he wrote
That shit last night that's right!
Prepared freestyles
He must of forgot that he
Wrote that shit last night that's right
This is Sage Francis don't you never forget
TSS, tss, tss, Secret Service respect
AOI artificial Intelligence, check it
Don't ever say it's a freestyle just
Because it ain't on record
Don't ever say it's a freestyle just
Because it ain't on record