Freestyle (Track 3)

(*talking*) Run it, the heavy weight champ of the flows is back Killa nigga, act like you know me sucker, hey [Kyleon] I'm the reason, niggas caps is leaking Why a lot of hard MC's, raps are weaking I'm Killa that's right, nigga live in the flesh And the raps that I rap, mo' live than the rest Consistent flow spitter, a consistent hoe hitter Plus I stay in mash mode, cause I'm a consistent go-getter Do' like a grocery store, what you want paper or plastic I don't have to recycle raps, like paper or plastic I got so many flows, I just might lose a few Saying a rhyme two times, what I choose to do But doing that is somp'n, you have to pay dues to do Got so many hard raps, niggas might confuse a few Since Havin' Thangs dropped, niggas been mad as fuck He keeps spitting hits, that got them niggas sad as fuck If I stop rapping, you might be glad as fuck But I'm not, so right now your ass is stuck what Like crazy glue, stuck to your pants Boys spinning my flow, like it's stuck to a fan I'm what them white boys jamming, in that outpart stuck your man And you can't take it from him, cause it's stuck to his hand I demand, some fucking respect round here If it's wrong, you better get it correct round here Cause we known for keeping bitches, in check round here With a flow or the 8, and a tech down here [Sir Daily] It's the raw Hogg, under boss back in the do' Hitting you where it hurt, while I'm attacking a flow You see me in them streets, you know I'm packing a fo' With a sack of that dro, trying to mack at your hoe A young rich nigga, with his mind on paper Drop dolla signs on you, if you're trying to hate us Nigga, cause I go liver than you No line is true, what you got I multiply it to two Cause I'ma hustle mo' harder, with stacks at steak I break the microphone, with raps that's great I blow that sticky green, like masking tape And illegal money makers, with cash to make I flip that candy blue, with glass that skate Now knock your bitch down, just ask your date Nigga I left her mouth, with a nasty taste Them Outlawz on top, you niggas last in place, Daily (*talking*) Nigga, it's like that I feel you Daily Boyz-N-Blue, it's C. Ward motherfucker You already know who, nigga peep this here [Chris Ward] For the 0-4, I'm the new year's resolution Hazardous also, my force filthy as pollution Niggas swearing that they real, but it's all ammusing Cause they act and look real, but it's all an illusion When they talk about my music, they say you possess A type of style that shows, you are truly blessed I got a nationwide delivery, like UPS And when in the booth, is like a first grader school recess I just have a lot of fun, with the beat It's cold out here in this world, so I gotta run with the heat And I don't trust no niggas, cause most of 'em is shesity The only one I ever believe in, is the Lord Jesus Christ Plus his game ain't nothing nice, it's a mess in my eyes But I'm still living, so really it's a blessing in disquise And if this rapping don't pay off, I'ma really fuck up Whatever or whoever, and more foes gon get stuck up And I'm going for the rappers, that always talk trill in they music Act real in they music, so people can feel they music Old rappers new rappers, it don't matter Golf clubs and baseball bats, will make they bones shatter I'm the new threat to this industry, and society Artists around here envy me, and they try to be Me, just listen they recycling rhymes And half of the time, these niggas recycling mine's They take a little from everybody, and recycle they lines Now that's what you call, a recyclable shine They just wanna be like a nigga, cause I'm C. Ward baby And when they hoes see me shit, they go C. Ward crazy They rub and hug a nigga, say they love a nigga And they stand there frowning, and mean mugging a nigga But it's all cool, cause when I walk up to 'em And look 'em in they eyes, they be like what's up my nigga [Slim Thug] Last but not least, it's the Boss kapish And niggas better shut they mouth, and ass when I speak I'm a good six years strong, and still at my peak A lot of niggas came and gone, cause they trash and weak I worked up from a rookie, to the Boss of my click That's why these big mouth pussies, can't floss what I get Niggas talk big trash, niggas swear they got cash Niggas swear to God they hard, when they get a note pad The rap game today, is so sad Cause rap lanes today, is so sad They quick to tell a nigga, how they so bad But they never own a gun, and they lie with they hoe ass 'Face ain't never wore a mask, never been on the block Don't know the difference from a brick, or a fifty pack rock Please stop with your tales, you niggas ain't been to jail You only did a couple hours, for some tickets in a cell Now you claim you so gangsta, you really so wanksta When the shit hit the fan, you gon back down ain't you No thank you, your service is not needed Now bitch get the fuck from round here, before you get heated