F.T. Freestyle

Yeah, Street Smartz, Stretch Armstrong 97, Fuc That representin BK, QU One time, check it Yo, yo Niggas your rhymes be soundin short I take your whole town to court Plus my 4-pound support when I hold down the fort F.T. is a spiritual feeler Lyrical thriller My material's iller than the brain of a serial killer You get your block slaughtered by the Glock sporter Quick to fuck a cop's daughter Then drown her in hot water Illuminatti ain't have nuttin to do with Gotti Through trees I blew a shotty through the body of Juliany I wanna bann 'em Governments I can't stand 'em I used to catch tambertentials When I heard a national anthem F gets hysterically Thinkin of killin But don't got the stability, ability or artillery Fuc That is a fly name I can feel a high strain In my brain I catch live pains to give me migraines It takes a lot of examination and understandination Consume much animation is contamination Yeah, NYC, BK, QU Uptown, Boogie-Down, Staten-Isle, Strong-Isle Yo, Yo, Yo Why always gotta worry about shots fillin me Cops killin me, hostility and hammer The hospital be wooby These streets is too evil Tools from more than a few people who shoot needles Drug abusin in slumbs Look at Pop Dukes' beautiful sons Son packin an, usual gun for mutual funds All I want is monopoly Cops ain't possibly stoppin me Properly and niggas is probably thinkin of robbin me In this jungle it's hard to see these elderly people...