Eddie Ill & DL Freestyle

Sittin' on top of Brandy Trading Deep Thoughts with Jack Handy To know me is to love me but some people can't stand me Conceited creep, I take a week to answer my beeps I'm the king, I should be fed grapes and fanned with a leaf Guys want me deceased, girls give my name to their teddys You wack, you don't deserve Life like Martin and Eddie It's starts in the belly, so put some headphones on your stomach And play my tape to your fetus, watch him grow to be a genius Cause even in a walkman with dyin' Ever Readys My raps sound phat/fat like cats that breath heavy Blast music on a school day, till the sky is moon lit My downstairs neighbors bang the ceiling with a broom stick If you don't like my style, you have the wrong taste Rise, my mind state is bigger than Spawn's cape Tape is wasted Wack niggas swearing that they laced it Face it Rise on top, like a rapist Kick rhymes that's priceless Freestyles will cost you I'm an honor to rhyme with, but a jerk to talk to Mad quiet, you won't even know that I'm there My closet is full of skeletons, I hang my coats on the chair Legendary People won't believe I exist One day I'll be your favorite rapper and your reason to quit In cipher's you get skipped while they pass it to me You write your illest wack shit when you imagine you're me But if I didn't have rhymes, I'd probably lose my mind And be a psycho late night, buyin' knives from channel nine Even unsigned All the rhymes I spit lethal While your career is lucky like people who need people