Stronger Freestyle

[Crooked I] Three in the morning when I come for ya Tell your baby mother to take cover under the comforter Leave her a widow, your mother have to comfort her When them big uncomfortable guns are dumping, sir Blood on my sleeve - my first line, "Time to leave" Blood on my watch cause it was your time to bleed When the beef's right, pick a fresh nine to squeeze Raise the heat to a hundred and ninety nine degrees You dudes too minor league Me, I'm behind the trees Blending in, something like fatigues Jump out like John Rambo, armed with ammo I'm a commando, stay in [Com's mandos?] Squat low when them blammers spit In the craziness, I might blast a bitch I'm no atheist, I'm not blasphemous Pray to God forgive me, they try to blast and miss I know God was with me, but am I hustling backwards Or is it drama is just in love with us rappers? I want a better role like struggling actors I'd rather chill like I'm on muscle relaxers With a couple of masterpiece chicks to guzzle my bastard seeds quick That would be sick Instead, I'm a warrior at war Saying an American prayer like I'm Jim Morrison in the Doors Praying I survive, paranoid as I'm looking out the window Nigga, I shoot before the wind blow Kinfolk, please don't ignore this info: Niggas get bagged and smoked more than indo Who I trust? Me Save that "we" shit for Nintendo Before morbid pistols Blow you out this orbit Forfeit, get low Or get buried under horseshit, big bro Yeah, I stay blasting pipes 'Til I see my favorite rappers in the afterlife I been kidnapped like Kanye in "Flashing Lights" Held against my will, it didn't last a night I made it out in one piece Now I keep at least one piece Just add water, you niggas made a young beast Unleash Jekyl and Hyde, the rebel arise Several have died, so what's beef? Beef is when your captors are after you For doing what you have to do Killing the other half of their faggot crew And it's true The color of my heart is the blackest hue Understand this madness, sadness If I wasn't rapping, I'd be strapped to a mattress Eating a Prozac sandwich -- goddamn, this is therapeutic Since it's the bomb, it's thermobaric music Stashbox weapons of murder occupy More firearms than burning octopi That's why they call 'em "burners", I just taught you why Get equipped, cause you slow learners got to die If you coming for me, best believe I'm disabling you Let Death set a table for two If you coming for me, best believe I'm disabling you So let Death set a table for two I'm leading right now In the race for the West Coast, I'm leading right now I'm leading right now In the race for the West, I'm leading right now I thought I told ya This is Southern California C.O.B., niggas from the corner Don't make us draw heat down on ya