Daily Duppy Freestyle

      Kizzy is the name I'm lyrically insane I kill 'em on any rhythm plus I'm critically acclaimed But misery and pain has driven me to change All these spitters seem the same the whole industry is lame The boys & his fam get familiarized Real recognize real I got familiar eyes & If you try to stop my familia rise Get victimized like that innocent Brazilian guy They're saying Lowkey's a terrorist But when I reveal dangerous styles you better go seek a therapist The flow's deep & effortless, you phonies could never diss Best thing since sliced bread I don't need your bread in it Think about this stuff before you run your mouth & cuss I don't want to have to travel on the underground or bus So I wake up everyday and wonder how to bust The only U.S. I ever gave a fuck about is us Forget your on the tele What you know about puttin' out 3 CDs before you were 20 You know that you heard of me What you know about being 18 and doing shows in Germany What you know about 4 stars in a magazine What you know about the game waist; man I have the key What you know about 100 bars on the radio? Nothin! You weren't makin' dough, you were lazy bro You're following, before you were botherin' I was on this 'ting Songs fill my pockets with profit I'm being honest king It's all politics before anybody hollered it Turned down chances cause I knew what they were offering Called out a couple names had the game gossiping' Never heard me on a track with Lady Sovereign, with her modeling Think you're sick cause your vids got a whip with a model in Shot my first CD myself It was astonishing Stockers wouldn't stock us now we tell em' stop groveling I shot a shot to shoppers and shooters we got a lot of them Coppers can't cop it but copiers should stop copying Toppin' the toppers from Oxford to Nottingham All your favorite rappers want us to do a song with them Me? I ain't bothered with all of the fake politics Me, I just live my life and stay positive Epitome of verse killin', lyrically I'm hurse fillin' Been out for a minute G, now mini-me's are surfacin' Your whole trilogy still didn't beat my worst rhythm What you'd figure it be? You are ill as me? I heard different See, your favorite MC; I nurtured him And see, all your favorite beats; I murdered 'em Face it, your click is wasted; I won't work with 'em They certainly heard of me from Guernsey to Birmingham Cause their name holds weight And still I wake up to the same old hate And pray for a day my face ain't so baked I'm a rapper; other rappers act like they don't rate Cause DJ's will get my tunes and play em 8 shows straight Rewind them and drop bigger bombs than NATO mate To be real, It isn't all about the radio play Cause we all wanna bust, there just ain't no space ... Nobody's gettin' record sales AKA's full of sweet boys tryin to impress the girls The only rappers a lot of breeders have ever felt Are dead, or depressed, in jail & never gettin mail When alive; they hate, when gone; you're the best ever This ain't a comeback; fuck that, I'm a trend setter People talk and get me differently twisted Cause this rap shit is the bitchiest business So what you peddle pebbles, your dead when my pencil moves On every level I rep with rebels; I never lose You resemble devils the terrible tales you sell the youths You need to fix yourself up and tell the truth You've been rich for 10 plus years still sellin' crack Sayin' that you're still bustin guns; why tell 'em that? Knowing that these kids emulate every rhyme you ever spat You need to get your role models from somewhere else instead of rap You shouldn't even need me to explain You know that they imitate what you speak and what you say You got more power than their parents but you leading em astray You don't tell em that these illegal ways will lead em to the game I'm pissed, why? Got dick riding breeders hatin' While you spit rhymes that misguided my generation You're not real, cause what you're saying ain't the truth You're trying to kill the kids, me? I'm trying to save the youth Hold on... I see the future's removal of humans, computers, pursued revolution & lucifer moved in Hell is hot; we burn like chips in a pan At your kid's birth they'll insert a chip in his hand I spent so many sleepless nights pondering reasons why Most of the good people in my life seem to die See my eyes, take a look deep inside Seek and find the bottom of my soul Find a hole where my demons hide All I want's a peaceful night, but I can't see it, why? Every morning mom weeps and cries, so I don't even try Still she teaches me right, stay humble and be polite But she never saw what I saw on the streets at night I just want to see the light Raise the youth; feed my wife But they're trying to take away my freedom so I need to fight Redesign your feeble mind, and read the signs; be advised Either I get it or I take what I feel is mine Cause my life is like the best book you've ever read Spent nights listening to Westwood and gettin' vex My pen writes when I'm depressed cause I never slept Bread or step, lets do it man to man like Red & Meth You can freestyle all day; I make the best songs I'm like an insomniac's bed; can't be slept on The open mics; you know that's where I got my rep from Shady breeders thought they were big, but they were dead wrong Rap for the spitters spitters; & spit for the rappers rappers I rip the riddim to ribbons from Britain to Madagascar Listen to lyricists and I'll diss all the backwards acts and Dismiss all the killin' shit Cause none of that crap should matter, listen... listen You know I'm right, go and find a rapper that's as real as this He couldn't battle the flipping demons that I'm dealin with Everybody says they're the hardest, but even if... You envy what I got and you want to swap; we can switch Put on my Air Mac's and walk a day in my shoes Look at the bear facts and talk about paying my dues You'd realize that every bar I'm sayin is true Phoning to cuss any DJ that ain't playing my tunes In a drought, consider me the Guinness Stout No I'm not the biggest or baddest but I'm the illest out His bars might sound good when he spits em out But would it mean something if you were lookin at it written down? Artist, slash terrorist Slash double P representative Slash the worst rapper you could ever diss Slash activist Slash kidnapper of the President Slash his wrist; leave a flipping slash where his temple is Forget a crep check, these brothas need their head checked It's like they heard Dead Prez and went deaf Only time they ever push weight is when they benchpress When these DJs act like I don't exist I get vex The pain I harbor burns like phosphorus rain on Gaza They say I'm rather like Che Guevara or Sheikh Osama But Sheikh Osama was Gates, Carter, and Reagan's partner So we don't rate Osama, and neither do we rate Obama Cause more war, more guns that ain't the change we're after They can't ask us to change the mask on the same commander I'm laying bars so razor sharp I could shave my barber...