VIC MENSA, G.L.A.M., A$AP Rocky, Bun B - RapFix Freestyle lyrics

The first one was a fluke
Anyone can get beginner's luck
Rookie think he too hot cause he drop
Bars about some Harry Potter books
And said some stuff about a semi truck
In them same cannabis print boxers
Boy that shit HUF yeah, I heard of Vic
He sound like so and so and such and such
He ain't original, he ain't digital
He ain't the INNANET
Them Odd Future kids been had
Made that shit up
We ain't Savemoney, we si - aight
Aight enough
Multiply my numericals uncomparable
My tarots straight even in the slumps
They trying to beat me to the jump
Be like I'm skydiving without a parachute
You might drop first
But I'mma hit harder than ten of you
Eight out of nine of my


Dimes got smoker tendencies
I'm betting 35 like I'm from Oklahoma
Tennessee tentative court date pending
They trying to sentence me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state
Lawyer handle my plea you petty boys
Don't address me or catch a Gettysburg
Blood on the leaves, bodies fall like autumn
All my fit's off-season like
Halloween and February
Word on the land is that
I'm getting air play everywhere
I hit the ground running in '93
I should probably die when I'm 27
Heath Ledger lines to keep the work
On the plane Like I'm staff
Plus I be flying free
Fresh outta jail, fire up the tree
In my bond receipt
Shout-out to the port huron police
Keep my piss clean
Smoke strong like creatine
Cranapple juice to clear the trace
Clear papers when I'm writing
I be seeing green cut my negatives like a
Filmmaker switch screen, split screen
Ducking detectives trying to make the quota
See that 44 clap like the
Nolia in the streets
Niggas chances be slim gotta stay a soldier
Boy, it's been one hell of year, ain't it?
I left the band, became a man
My brother Purp just had a daughter
Some of my other fam damn near famous
I'm still in the hood, same whip, same crib
Same homies where I used to
Serve OZs through the fence
Mask and a blade
You better hope d'Artagnan come
To your defense
Fence in the field, I'mma hop it
Cops come I'm hurling the sack
And changing the topic
Talk that mess, make me mop it
Buckshot, lunar eclipse split the black
Moon I'm in -

Kufies ain't goofies
I had two chicks with two G's
Gave 'em rufies and then you know they gave
Me some loose leaf, paper
I said I'd do your favors to you later
Darth Vader shader, see you like the razor
I don't give a fuck about
Clans or the Raiders
Niggas know me and I came with the braids up
I don't give a -
Is that a curse, I can curse?
(No, no, what's wrong with that? Keep going)
Because I freestyle in person
I gave you penis, I mean phoenix
You already know my shit the meanest
You could say penis on TV
Because it ain't a curse
It's worse, leave them in a hearse
Niggas wearing skirts
Talking about us do dirt you don't want Nerf
They don't want it because they shooting
But they bullets made of Nerf
And you know I come
Through riding and surfing - Lamborghini -
Let me hear something, Bun
What you gotta say?

It's all good, I'm representing UGK
We them dudes that mama told you about
I'm like Red from Five Heartbeats
Open the window and hold you out
And this is freestyle, it didn't come written
So it's all good
We real emcees that's spittin'
On the turntables we got DJ Red Alert
He keep it mixing
I spit the the rhymes that
Make your head hurt i make the world shake
I make the ground quake
Everything I do is groundbreaking
It's ground break
Type flow, boys already know
Bun B repping UGK for life out the do'
This is PAT freestyle spittin'
Already said spittin' and
Written, no bullshitting, i'm here
And I'm killing it, keeping it trill
Boys already know they'll never
Touch me for real
So do your thing, but don't try to do me
That's it, just don't do me

The chew was mucus, I spit it up
Trying to be infamous
While you rappers is jicama
Many come try and get them some synonyms
What I'm spitting
The open casket if you asking, I dided them
So everybody crowd around
Everybody be the shit but homie
I'm the foulest bowel
See my vowels be pure like
Al B sure's brows mane
Just trying to get a couple
O's in the account mane
For now I count change
And eight times out of nine
Rappers be 'bout rain or the claim
Or other dudes' chicks and how big his - is
I'm flyer than a pilot let me
Show you how to pitch this
Never sex it up and dumb it down
Insane flow
I'm Usain Bolt I run this now what? Glam

What time is it? What
Time clock looking like?
Rappers smoke crack
They need to go and cook a pipe
First the Fat Boys break up then
Sway cut his dreads off
Then Vic Mensa came and cut they heads off
You hard, but your bread soft
You talking crazy
That's why the get you layed off
Your legs off, chop them like a Mexican
The cartel come through every time
That I'm flexing it
You know they disrespecting him
When I'm riding through and the
Glass is reflecting them i see them phony
They trying to play me like we homies
They wrap me up that's why I
Come back around with the homies
And stomp them out
Come back home when I used to go
From rags to rag and bone
On my feet, what you feeling?
How you know? Me and Rocky
In this bitch killing still trilling

And I'm trilling with the nigga Bun
We can't curse? (Do what you gotta do, man)
And I'm with my homie Bun
Top gun, you know we number one but hold up
Let me get to the flashin' fashion
You already know it's some casual crassin'
I got the new Dior's
And I don't give a fuck, got three floors
And like three broads and like three cars
And they all hoopties
And she got fake bags and they all Gucci's
And I like the strip clubs
Cause they all hoochies
You know I give them dollars
They love loosies
Everybody know the Prada, Prada
Gotta holla, holla at a dollar
Holla at your guala
Holla tomata, hottie tomaties
And you know hot Tamale's you see me in the
Allies fucking popping Molly's
I ain't 'bout it though
And you know I got the
Boutta boutta boutta flow
I come around like where's Waldo?
Tell her I need the motherfucking model
Love shoes with the
And my breath stank, I need a Alto
You already come through -