Culture Freestyles (Interlude)

[Intro] Ayo, bust it right yo. We ain't made a record in three years. And for some strange reason it still sound like niggas just puffing blunts, drinking 40's, running up in the studio and just saying the first shit that come out they head. Yo. Hahaha My selectah My selectah My collector My collector My selectah My selectah Yo, yo [Verse: Culture Freedom] Booming din bim ba I came to riff Shoot my gift, but I don't' have to puff on any spliff Just the raw talent, you know my shit is gallant When I tight walk you know I never lose my balance On the microphone I be freezing kids dome Like ah, Al Capone you best to left me alone Cause Wise said you'll be caught in a funeral home I got the type of style and you know I come from Straight from the land of T is the capability To wreck the microphone and be a raw MC Now many brother think they can rip, then follow me But they can't and I say that they ain't, cause I Only went to the first grade I'm brave Direct the microphone like a runaway slave They used to call me Dave but now they call me Culture I grab the microphone then I grab a freaking boulder Off your freaking shoulder while the rhythms getting older Just like I told ya, I'm from South Dakota I used to live and climb on the hills and wash my cloths on a rock And now all I do is disc jock I gotta see the crowd jumping I gotta see the crowd jumping I gotta see the motherfuckers pumping Cause if they ain't doing that I feel my shit is wack So, I must attack, yo I must attack So ah, Wise Intel' please help me Cause I'm about to slip down a hole and totally lose control That's why they say, hey hey hey hey hey hey Hey, hey, hey what's going on? What the fuck is going on? What's going on? What the fuck is going on? (Come with the lyrics) I'm just like Speedy I'm greedy with my whole type graffiti I rap for the needy, I got to get the meaty Chunks in my soup so I can make a phat loop Buy my rims...