Art Of Rap Freestyle

Face off cause your shit is twisted Screw off your mouth cause this chick is gifted I stay whippin' in something you never seen Ain't into flossin' but I could put it on some Call 'em at the crib Tell 'em you just lost 1, 2 & 3 I'm about to run a Boston On son, how come I'm on one? I'm born free, you born dumb I pack a fortune My time is too much for what it's costing Hear any chick on the mic, you know I taught 'em What you just might get Is a chick that spit that wiz priceless I made a decision to play my position And this is the place in my life Where I start delivering, you know why? This game ain't got nothing on me None after, none before me I put the work in, I want the glory Here's my chance to tell my story