Fire Squad (FreestyLe)

[Verse 1] Look, what else can I mention about myself? I'm too sick, here's an examination about my health I got a cold, and that shit defines myself And niggas'll call your phone cause your music shit might sell My music hot, but my promotion's not But that's far from the reason I should ease the pedal or stop I'm any street's coldest nigga, I freeze the battle and drop The hardest bars with mission to increase the medals and rocks That are thrown when a soldier heading to the top Or the throne, playin' this chess-game, I can't flop How many hardcore rappers in here became Pop? You fuckin' lames just can't be friends with Hip-Hop So lemme go back to the chess-game and hit the king, why tho? Cause after that I'm gon' have to kidnap his title And write my name on it like a letter This game is a bitch tryin' cuff a nigga, so for sure I'm gon' let her So please let a nigga take his damn time It's just me, myself and all these excellent rhymes I know you ain't got bars, don't experiment mines Tend to drop bombs, no accident mines I'm still on that grind, never rest I be spittin' Rappers think money come fast, but this ain't no quickie Elaborating a dumb test, but that shit ain't for Vizzy Get it? Test sheet ain't for Vizzy Vizzy: spreading flame, the distribution is burnin' Vizzy: wreckin' lames, I be pushin' and runnin' Next star of the lines, the brightest G emergin' So ahead of my time, my grandpap's still a virgin Got a rude body language, that's when my hands slangin' I don't even wanna shoot but my rhymes gangbangin' Click-clack boom-boom! You can't pass to this level fool, tell Mario he needs to get a new room I need a pump, asphyxiated by the trouble I travel with turbulence when the plan is not to be a rebel Gangbang? I refuse, just a genius with them Ain't following rules, can't be a genocide' victim But wait... They still think we all make this war flow So we got our backs against the wall, wardrobe Now pick a motherfuckin' coat cause we all cold And assure that we'll not stop to make a shooting star show Click-clack boom-boom, they gettin' trigger tight Humhm, I'm sorry my nigga not tonight I'm gonna tell these stories all in due time But there's no need to do the Math what'll happen to that 9 Right? So now pound the alarm like... We about to fight, fuck it! Nigga, pound the alarm once again like... Panic! we ain't the same, you niggas off balance Y'all way too lackadaisical to reciprocate my talent You ain't encouraged enough to come accept my challenge For that you need my guidance I'll murk ya, shall I reflect on my violence? They told me to stay quite but I'm terrorist enough to detonate my silence I make a terrible beat sound like a dope instrumental I'm sick but I don't need a doctor, I need a vet cause I'm an animal All I hear is rapper frontin' like they're rich, I can go shoppin' and find their clothes at any mall Can't be weak, I got bars for more than 7 days Potential knows I'm not an astronaut, so it don't gimme space I want you to feel the pressure when you hear my verses and feel obligated that you gotta do better I confess, Hip-Hop is takin' over my temper The way I rap, could bring up rumors about The Roots being back, and I'm the newest member So Black Thought, I ain't new to this I'm true to this, remember