The Animated Freestyle

[Intro:] You-C, Flawless Leauge, Shaz Krew 1-2-3-4 [Chorus:] Steady rhyming, climbing, higher than a flying lion Lying with an honest face, facing off against my race Competing for the first of places, basic faces filling spaces Ain't got time for racists, super saying every single statement [Verse 1:] A lot of these human beings are Harvey Dents I hardly weep for any death, unless of course, it's money spent I'm robbing Paul to pay Peter, you're telling me that it's Heaven sent? I didn't make them, but I'll raise them like Jonathan Kent Cruising on that LSD, like I took an acid trip My ex I used to love her like Common Sense I'm remaining as the future of rap You want change? Put Obama on the Bears and make him quarterback I've got more cracks than a cracker that's addicted to crack Your derriere is flatter, like you fell off the tower and went splat. *raspberry* Rap's the defecation, the flow is flatulence Being educated is different from being intelligent A million clones and I remain as the Jango Mono y mono, I am not my stero- Typing a hundred words just like an essay I know some ese's, now it's looking like the S-A, M-E Call me Fonzie, I'm blue, green, and purple At the same damn time, using nouns like Urkle We've heard this a million times, but I am a sinner I am running full force, Bruce Qui-Gon Jinner Whose now in fact Caitlyn Jenner, if you're wondering You know... [Chorus:] [Verse 2:] When I was born, the doctor slapped me, so I shot him Denominating shit, yeah you know, started from the bottom Aubrey Graham, rolling grams inside a Trans Am With Brother Malcolm looking down on us and he's going ham Now that's tighter than anal sex with hemorrhoids With a girl playing in her vagina, with another toy Dropping knowledge like my name was Jabari Evans The most powerful weapon comes from out of Heaven Fuck them all, with my foot in they fucking follicle Fornicating, facetious rappers, they fucking phenomenal Ferris wheeling on top of Ferris Bueller's parade These fucking faggots flat lined, off a failing grenade I feel like, I can run circles of life around the Death Star Death of a pop star, committed by a quasar If you look between "Y" and "I", there remains an idiot On my pivot, switching pitches, fucking bitches that don't smell like fishes Pick the switches, I'm whooping ass before I'm banking cash The first one to finish last, but outdid the whole class Out of sympathy for a deaf nigga, tell me why I should turn up Pyrokinesis, Richard Pryor, watch me burn up [Chorus:]