Heltah Skeltah - Freestyle on LIJN5.com lyrics
[Heltah Skeltah - Freestyle on LIJN5.com lyrics]
It go, Big Bang theory hear me? Sean born
Fresh out my mom's pussy, Sean born porn
Sean long gone, somebody bring him back
He's moving too fast
somebody bring him crack
He's moving even faster
Somebody bring him dope
Fucked up in the dirt
Somebody bring him soap
Clean up my act, write a few violent songs
But they wack like Glen Rice
With New Balance on dominique, wore Brooks
Sean P wore Crooks & Castle (s)
Smack whoever give long looks
Baffle, the mind rhyme design is outlandish
Like copping coke from papi
Not understanding Spanish
Understand the damage of the incredible Ruck
Puff steam get green
Swing and ya' shit get bust
Tough, Tonka truck four-by-four
Guns out ya' rubbed out, all-out war, uh
Listen, you could find me, drinking wine in
Amy Winehouse's house with a different type
Of Rock pipe in her mouth yeah I said it
Scared niggas think but don't say
I'm Frankie Lymon, why do
These birds sing, so, gay?
I'm New York's grittiest city slicker
You the new world's shittiest 16 spitters
Get these niggas the fuck away from me
No watch it y'all move
Bang, blood on the wall
Like pigs harassing Damu's
I know, I'm a star but, I'ma start Amistad
Niggas
Whipping and shipping 'em off for businesses
It's like I'm fucking with the KKK
I hate these niggas I will break they face
Roaches the AK Raid
Spray outta ya' range body ya' lames
Got guns that'll Keak da Sneak
You like dadadadadadada man
Uh, I ain't even got to merk you
Have Sean P punch ya' gums
Out like Stride commercials
I be the fear factor the rapper
Come back here smack ya' ear
Take ya' jack career smoke in a clear wrapper
Punks weak you food, lunch meat I'm rude
Dump heat, leave you slump sleep
Nigga ya' through
Fuck you and the crackers that own you
I own two, guns that'll pop off ya'
Crown and dethrone you
Abdul-Jabbar, uh, Muggsy Malone you
I don't know what that mean but you know
What I mean when I told you
I'm old school, new school, I'm a drop-out
Got my GED, back in the game
Now pull ya' guap out
Opt out ya' contract, pop out
The cronz clap a nigga, bang
Let them motherfuckers know that Sean back
My president is black, the cocaine is white
The nine
Nickel-plated nigga who fixing to fight?
Sean Price, a motherfucking, motherfucker
Motherfucker, let's go
Back on the scene it's the incredible
One man team when I get mad I turn green
Nah I'm lying
When I'm mad I burn green and blam steam
Or give the animal call cause me a stampede
Yer, yer, yer, the one and only beastmaster
Creep after me catch a deep
Gash ya, heat clap ya, bang!
We after them G's like police after us, like
Eating after bud or
Sleeping after fucking or
We laugh and just spaz outta nowhere
Choke you while singing how you supposed
To breathe with no air
Or we can spark that ass up for real
You's a fucking pill
Probably get popped for a dub in the 'Ville
Uh probably get popped for less out west
A AK'll make a mess out ya' flesh
Me, I'm the mini shotty murderer
Got it in my sleeve let it go
Let 'em know what's really rocking with a G
I could be
Whipping around with some piff and a pound
Who wanna get
Lifted and grounded and kicked when he down?
You like
'some of y'all out there on some chill shit
Shit, Holland on some real shit' yeah, nigga
You motherfuckers fake go 'head fuckin' hate
I smack planes off the building
I'm a fucking ape
My last LP, I wore a fucking cape
Your last LP, you wore a fucking- wait
It never dropped, you was never hot
Me and Rock ready, but they ain't ready Rock
I sold Redi-Rock, I was small-time
I made a small fortune, but it was all mine
I got buddha from Judah, from Aruba to Cuba
Came home spent the rest of
My loot on some Supras
I'm the truth duke withlisten
Listen listen listen, listen
Stop it, hating on the god
Liar liar pants on fire perpetrating a fraud
The shit you pop doesn't
Reverberate with the god
The eight shake and raise the murder rate
Oh my God listen, I be the best to do it
Repeat I be the best to do it
Defeat all the rest who knew it
Sneak attack, Eagle eat ya' back
You blew it, stupid, truth is
P, I'm smarter than your average
Joe, bear, or Jesus of Nazareth
Battle shit battleship
Battleship? I ain't playing games bitch
Gat'll click, gravel pit
That'll be your grave bitch my shit is
Off the meter off the reefer
Awkward I talk with heaters
I walk with, orthopedic features coughing
Why?
'Cause, I eat the creatures off an abortion
P
Fresh out my mom's pussy, Sean born porn
Sean long gone, somebody bring him back
He's moving too fast
somebody bring him crack
He's moving even faster
Somebody bring him dope
Fucked up in the dirt
Somebody bring him soap
Clean up my act, write a few violent songs
But they wack like Glen Rice
With New Balance on dominique, wore Brooks
Sean P wore Crooks & Castle (s)
Smack whoever give long looks
Baffle, the mind rhyme design is outlandish
Like copping coke from papi
Not understanding Spanish
Understand the damage of the incredible Ruck
Puff steam get green
Swing and ya' shit get bust
Tough, Tonka truck four-by-four
Guns out ya' rubbed out, all-out war, uh
Listen, you could find me, drinking wine in
Amy Winehouse's house with a different type
Of Rock pipe in her mouth yeah I said it
Scared niggas think but don't say
I'm Frankie Lymon, why do
These birds sing, so, gay?
I'm New York's grittiest city slicker
You the new world's shittiest 16 spitters
Get these niggas the fuck away from me
No watch it y'all move
Bang, blood on the wall
Like pigs harassing Damu's
I know, I'm a star but, I'ma start Amistad
Niggas
Whipping and shipping 'em off for businesses
It's like I'm fucking with the KKK
I hate these niggas I will break they face
Roaches the AK Raid
Spray outta ya' range body ya' lames
Got guns that'll Keak da Sneak
You like dadadadadadada man
Uh, I ain't even got to merk you
Have Sean P punch ya' gums
Out like Stride commercials
I be the fear factor the rapper
Come back here smack ya' ear
Take ya' jack career smoke in a clear wrapper
Punks weak you food, lunch meat I'm rude
Dump heat, leave you slump sleep
Nigga ya' through
Fuck you and the crackers that own you
I own two, guns that'll pop off ya'
Crown and dethrone you
Abdul-Jabbar, uh, Muggsy Malone you
I don't know what that mean but you know
What I mean when I told you
I'm old school, new school, I'm a drop-out
Got my GED, back in the game
Now pull ya' guap out
Opt out ya' contract, pop out
The cronz clap a nigga, bang
Let them motherfuckers know that Sean back
My president is black, the cocaine is white
The nine
Nickel-plated nigga who fixing to fight?
Sean Price, a motherfucking, motherfucker
Motherfucker, let's go
Back on the scene it's the incredible
One man team when I get mad I turn green
Nah I'm lying
When I'm mad I burn green and blam steam
Or give the animal call cause me a stampede
Yer, yer, yer, the one and only beastmaster
Creep after me catch a deep
Gash ya, heat clap ya, bang!
We after them G's like police after us, like
Eating after bud or
Sleeping after fucking or
We laugh and just spaz outta nowhere
Choke you while singing how you supposed
To breathe with no air
Or we can spark that ass up for real
You's a fucking pill
Probably get popped for a dub in the 'Ville
Uh probably get popped for less out west
A AK'll make a mess out ya' flesh
Me, I'm the mini shotty murderer
Got it in my sleeve let it go
Let 'em know what's really rocking with a G
I could be
Whipping around with some piff and a pound
Who wanna get
Lifted and grounded and kicked when he down?
You like
'some of y'all out there on some chill shit
Shit, Holland on some real shit' yeah, nigga
You motherfuckers fake go 'head fuckin' hate
I smack planes off the building
I'm a fucking ape
My last LP, I wore a fucking cape
Your last LP, you wore a fucking- wait
It never dropped, you was never hot
Me and Rock ready, but they ain't ready Rock
I sold Redi-Rock, I was small-time
I made a small fortune, but it was all mine
I got buddha from Judah, from Aruba to Cuba
Came home spent the rest of
My loot on some Supras
I'm the truth duke withlisten
Listen listen listen, listen
Stop it, hating on the god
Liar liar pants on fire perpetrating a fraud
The shit you pop doesn't
Reverberate with the god
The eight shake and raise the murder rate
Oh my God listen, I be the best to do it
Repeat I be the best to do it
Defeat all the rest who knew it
Sneak attack, Eagle eat ya' back
You blew it, stupid, truth is
P, I'm smarter than your average
Joe, bear, or Jesus of Nazareth
Battle shit battleship
Battleship? I ain't playing games bitch
Gat'll click, gravel pit
That'll be your grave bitch my shit is
Off the meter off the reefer
Awkward I talk with heaters
I walk with, orthopedic features coughing
Why?
'Cause, I eat the creatures off an abortion
P