Tony Touch, Black Star - Black Star Freestyle lyrics

Ay ay ay (yo wassup)
Whoooooweee! (You about to take a ride on the Black StarGalactacon)
(Yo yo here we go) together
Black Star keeps shinin wherever we rhymin
Yo, we unearth the diamond check us out
The Black Star keeps shinin
Wherever we rhymin
Yo, we unearth the diamond

Tony Touch keep winnin wherever he spinnin
(Yo Puerto Rico, YOOOOO)
(Yo?voice wit go? YOOOOO)
Yo check the way he be livin
(Bed-Stuy go, YOOOOO) Tony Touch keep winnin
Wherever he spinnin
Check the way he be livin
(Crown Heights go YOOOOO)
(Kweli how you feel?) "I feel
Like a king!" (Ah shit) "yeah" Yes I do
Brookyln (yeah yeah yeah wha wha) , Uptown, Boogie Down
Together the B-L-A-C-K-S T-A-R shine
Rockin you, movin like eight lights
We bright b-L-A-C-K-S T-A-R shine
Rockin you, doin it, rockin you, doin it
The B-L-A-C-K-S T-A-R shine
Rockin you, beamin like eight lights
We bright b-L-A-C-K-S T-A-R shine
Rockin you, doin it, rockin you, doin it
Rockin you, yes yes we be rockin it

How to live in a world without
Big and 2Pac in it
I stay the unconscious and
Say maintain prosperous
Unstoppable, doctoral, b-boy scholarship

Niggas try to do me when
They can't see through me
Yo I'm Out Of Sight
You need a Peacemaker like George Clooney
Yo Kweli
I drop masterpieces like Paul Mooney
If you don't like what I'm sayin
Fuck it sue me (Yo, who we?)
Black Star, tony Touch you get rushed like
You the only dutch
In a room full of weed heads
That smoke WAY too much
Trust I been battlin since Ethopia was Cush
Cold-crush niggas to dust
I'm too much from Flatbush

Esta loca, Black Star rock wit Tony Toca
My contents, over the fence like Sammy Sosa
Escuchar mi something in Spanish
Black Star,? make the comp feel smaller than answer
Disconnect the nerve endings on
Your wack sensitivity
Provide five side audio
Technical and imagery
Initially, alot of cats wasn't
Really hearin me and now when I rhyme
They keep they hands high like the centipede

See independently
We took niggas out so what now
We like Chuck D
The whole operation and Shut It Down
Ask my man Black Sean
Your style's played out like Sasson's
So you look for a new dick to grab on
They say I'm self-righteous
But nah it's more like I just
Combine battle skills and conscience and
I still flow the tightest
Golden Touch like Midas on
My favorite DJ Tony
And if you got skills, fuck tellin me
Just show me you know me, the city slicker
Invade your town like promo stickers
Speak it quicker
Turnin you yellow like shit-kickers
You sound gay
Your rhymes is drier than Santa Fe
My mind spray mad guerilla war
Tactics like I was Shea

Gold-capped quarter trench
Fresh nubians and Wallees
Son I'm classic Brooklyn like
The Ebbet's Field trolley
This lies the satellite that
Transmitts your channel
Keep low on your panel
Old man like gray flannel
Inner-state trucker breaker
Now yo what's your handle
When the Black thump we give you
Back hump like a camel
Fuck flossin a Movado and
The champagne bottle
I grab the mic and have your
Chicka like something in Spanish
B-L-A-C-K-S T-A-R shine
Rockin you, movin like eight lights we bright
B-L-A-C-K-S T-A-R shine
Rockin you, doin it, rockin you, doin it
"I feel like a king!" Ah shit