Let the Beat Build Freestyle

Mob affiliated baby, like I'm a Gotti Llama by me, I rhyme like I'm some kind of kamikaze I'm the head of this rap shit I got a lot of back like Buffie Trust me, plus, I'm The Body I'm the God You Superman than I'm the Zod I don't rap, I commit lyrical homicide Make niggas feel like they on the set of Amistad I got it locked You at a funeral if I'm a cry You wanna see some real shit? Look at me around the eyes I'll turn your previous status into a now demise Whoever sleepin' on Nickel I spit formaldehyde Write your whole album high Or drunk, it's what I advertise They say I ain't blew up Because of sabotage And that I put too much time into eatin' rapper guys I'm still hungry These niggas ain't even appetizers After I'm finished eatin' them, I have an after artist I have to call you retarded You think you half the artist I am I ain't Lyin' Tryin' Buy him? C'mon my nigga He's the seller If he gets any flier he's gonna need propellers This rap shit is his house In fact he's the cellar The underground is his sanctum boy He's a dweller He only go up them stairs when it's time to eat Niggas go mute whenever it's his time to speak You wanna locate my mind Look in the lost and found And happy Bar Exam 2, it's the thought that counts I call these rap niggas crunk cause they talk and bounce That money stay on my mind, like my thoughts can count Ill, he's ill, he's still sick Me and Shady patched it up we about to rebuild bitch Detroit about to rebuild bitch Proof, Dilla, Blade Aye C'mon man I does this Toss dirt on the mud slingers Sleep in a dug ditch I'm a motherfuckerin' walkin' Christmas The evidence is Royce You don't bet against The Presence/present in Detroit But you can't put me in a box Cause you gonna need a bigger bow I'm a huge gift I got the game in a figure four I'm made so I shoot ya Cause money beat cases Detroit stand up, let's make way for the future