Shook Ones Freestyle (Han Solo)

[Produced by Kountdown & Tha Raiderz] [Intro: NUFF$AID] Yeah To all my killers and the hunnid dollar billers [Intro: B.Genius] Word up son [Intro: NUFF$AID] To real niggas who ain't got no feelin's Check it out now [Verse 1: NUFF$AID] I'm like a colorblind Optimus Prime Going Columbine Armed with the sword of Omen Totin' Virginia Tech nines Got the twenty foot, three-headed hydra For small intestines Got my pen and pad ready For any nigga Who wanna test mine? From that Boo-doo-bye-bye Bedstuy Where the young boy Let the lead fly Where the strong live And the rest die Egos don't match They chest size Evil will Get you chastised Bum nigga You don't get fly Price tags on me Like Best Buy All my verses is deadstock Just like my kicks is I be kickin' it up in the kitchen Takin' aim with fixed precision See my dreams all take fruition Hope these ignoramus listen I am hip hop's new addition Homies tell me cool it now They probably fans o' New Edition From the dead I have arisen Seen the white light through the prism Free my brother that's in prison Hope he come back out with wisdom Man I swear to God I miss him But a nigga on a mission All these haters slick dissin' Cuz a nigga Slick Rickin' Get yo hand up! [HOOK: NUFF$AID] (x4) This the sound o' one hand clappin I call that shit Han Solo [Verse 2: B.Genius] Genius Tell me what the business is Since 2010 Me and NUFF$AID been killin' shit Mobbin' like we from the Bridge Control the game with a verse I'm feelin' like Kendrick For everything I write I'm facin' twenty-five to life I'm blowin' by twenty-five I put that on my life Southpaw nigga I don't really do what's right What good your Margiela's If they never seen my Mike's? Yes I be genius But I'm more like a savage I'm not from 8 Mile But I feel like B-Rabbit It's only right I cause these niggas havoc I'm schoolin' these rappers They soundin' D average Gotta clap 'em for me by the hook Rebel nigga never played by the book Only one real reason why they shook Cuz ain't no such thing as halfway crooks [Hook] [Verse 3: NUFF$AID] Hatin' on God-given talent So blasphemy is what it has to be Claim they ready for war But ain't ready for all the casualties Mixtape ain't even done They already call it a masterpiece Make me wanna lick a shot at the Sun My nigga pass the piece Poppa been smooth since days o' Underoos Got this Hip-Hop shit down packed like kangaroos Girlfriend, here's a pen I'ma Facebook, IG ya Come through Have sex on rugs That's IKEA Tell a stripper bitch chill Go head hit your tip drill Cuz if that booty sit still Them dollar bill won't spill When last you heard another rapper With this much skill? I only run from holy water If the shit distilled My flow sick, sick, sick Not six, six, six Rep my city Like my New York State ID I'm the NUFF Dollar sign To the A-I-D And if I wasn't Then why would I say I be? Get yo hand up! [Hook]