Talib Kweli - Buck 'Em Down Freestyle lyrics
[Talib Kweli - Buck 'Em Down Freestyle lyrics]
You should take the cross off your
Neck and pray to Jesus
I'm breakin' every rapper up
Like eighty pieces
I done sat in the cell and stared at the wall
And I'm swearin' to God I air all y'all
I live by the sword or the pistols
Summertime I'm outside with
Niggas with pitbulls
I don't smoke the haze if
It ain't got the crystals
Look in my eyes you can tell I would lift you
I'm in the DB nine when I'm comin' to get you
I'm with my Arab man and
He holdin' the missiles
I'm sayin' fuck all y'all
If you don't understand let me make it real
Clear I'm sayin' what to all y'all
No more videos or them silly hoes ridin' on
Y'all dick when I cut all y'all
The game too pussy I think it need change
I wanna see the barrel flame
'til they brains get mushy east Coast Ghost
Ain't no other rapper in the game that you
Know that plays the streets so close
Still bring pain
Fire more shots than y'all motherfuckers do
In that Max Payne game
Anybody front I'm knockin' 'em out
D blockin' 'em out
That mean I'ma snatch his chain
Ain't nobody fuckin' with Kweli
And the rock with a real name like a Styles P
Represent the LOX
Big up to all the massive rude boy on deck
Niggas yellin' out what the blood clot
Lick enough shots
Finna bust a flow like buckshot
What's up Franklin Avenue?
These Brooklyn niggas runnin' wild through
The jungle like caribou rap immaculate
I spit fire that will get tobacco lit
Faster than the rider on the chariot
Old school and cooler than
The river watered downstream
Hit the block hotter than them
Grit's poured in Al Green
The cops flashin' the lights
Passin' them bikes
Ask for ya rights and they beat
You like "The Passion Of Christ"
They got a sicker fetish for
Violence than Mel Gibson we inject it in our
System through direct television
The way I'm spittin' Heaven through
The Hell we living
It's like fate is a fakery style
You can tell it's written
It's like a jail when you're sittin'
In a cell or prison
With destiny comin' in the form of
Some mail or a visit
Yea opportunity's knockin' like the beat
Cuz I got Pete Rock and
Beatminerz in my hemoglobin
Premier Show and Diamond D
Listen here we about to flip it on
The track like nine to three
Neck and pray to Jesus
I'm breakin' every rapper up
Like eighty pieces
I done sat in the cell and stared at the wall
And I'm swearin' to God I air all y'all
I live by the sword or the pistols
Summertime I'm outside with
Niggas with pitbulls
I don't smoke the haze if
It ain't got the crystals
Look in my eyes you can tell I would lift you
I'm in the DB nine when I'm comin' to get you
I'm with my Arab man and
He holdin' the missiles
I'm sayin' fuck all y'all
If you don't understand let me make it real
Clear I'm sayin' what to all y'all
No more videos or them silly hoes ridin' on
Y'all dick when I cut all y'all
The game too pussy I think it need change
I wanna see the barrel flame
'til they brains get mushy east Coast Ghost
Ain't no other rapper in the game that you
Know that plays the streets so close
Still bring pain
Fire more shots than y'all motherfuckers do
In that Max Payne game
Anybody front I'm knockin' 'em out
D blockin' 'em out
That mean I'ma snatch his chain
Ain't nobody fuckin' with Kweli
And the rock with a real name like a Styles P
Represent the LOX
Big up to all the massive rude boy on deck
Niggas yellin' out what the blood clot
Lick enough shots
Finna bust a flow like buckshot
What's up Franklin Avenue?
These Brooklyn niggas runnin' wild through
The jungle like caribou rap immaculate
I spit fire that will get tobacco lit
Faster than the rider on the chariot
Old school and cooler than
The river watered downstream
Hit the block hotter than them
Grit's poured in Al Green
The cops flashin' the lights
Passin' them bikes
Ask for ya rights and they beat
You like "The Passion Of Christ"
They got a sicker fetish for
Violence than Mel Gibson we inject it in our
System through direct television
The way I'm spittin' Heaven through
The Hell we living
It's like fate is a fakery style
You can tell it's written
It's like a jail when you're sittin'
In a cell or prison
With destiny comin' in the form of
Some mail or a visit
Yea opportunity's knockin' like the beat
Cuz I got Pete Rock and
Beatminerz in my hemoglobin
Premier Show and Diamond D
Listen here we about to flip it on
The track like nine to three