Slow Down (ha Ha) Freestyle Lyrics

Strike
BV, got 'em all listenin'
Got 'em sayin' the kid is magnificent
You know I say on that different shit
Give the haters a bitch certificate
Certified live from Miami to Michigan
Heard of my family, it's the GC division in
Third eye shine, the words led to vision in
Strike like birds to fish, that's precision man
They say they nice, they wish, I disagree with them
Rappers start to act like bitches cause I don't be with them
Only a few can really call me a friend
I be at home studying stories of Shep and Abraham
I just made a fan, that's the best feeling ain't it fam?
I get paid again, I'm the realest and there ain't a damn
Thing you can do to really stop my common wealth
Make a motherf*cker pay ME, Obama Health
Yeah, you know I fathered you wannabees, your momma helped
Publicly, publish you bitch niggas, you on the shelf
My daughter understand how her daddy felt
Beefing with all that cheesy shit, patty melt
I rock like an asteroid belt
Make kids like Asher Roth ask for help
And I can say yours but you can not say mine
Mention Butta Verses I break your snake spine
Like Bane
Broke Batman's back in his prime
Do the same to yo' ass, asap, anytime
I got 'em thinkin' that I don't commit any crime
Used to tell the truth, but in that case, I'm good at lyin'
Only did a month
I should've done a dime
And that's the only thing I'm gonna say about time
But I didn't give them info, I am not bluffin'
30 days later and they couldn't prove nothin'
My dad is police, so I'm a gonna shut the f*ck up
You comin' up to me like, "Would you please shut the f*ck up? Don't embarrass me and tell your boys don't harass me."
IMAKEMADBEATS, data CDs
Ask Dee Schwartz, you gotta see deez
Kick fake niggas right in they face, we had to release
Crush, kill, destroy stress
Listen to our shit, you're like, "Yo, it's even less."
My own team thorough, put my boys to the test
We ex-military, extra militant vets
Bomb threats, charm wearer, suicide vests
Get you and the bitch ass crew you hide next to
Uh huh, get your f*ckin' weight up
The feelin' is so mutual, I hate y'all haters
Blockbuster deals, sales is degradin'
Sport Boba Fett bobbleheads and Darth Vaders
And X-Box games, I only knock lames
And the selfish motherf*ckers who be blockin' my lane
Hostile, hi-jack, this is my plane
Ask Butta V, bitch follow that name!
Yeah, we on that
Ladies love me, you can call it a come back
They hit me on the house phone and call me to come back
I use her shirt to wipe the cum off her back
Splllat
She just got Monica'ed
Patriot Act stats, I just got monitored
Sayin' what up to all the rappers in Florida
I know I've been out of touch, I'll call you tomorrow though
Shoots to Wizard's Sleeve, shoots to the Llama's too
Them revolutionaries who sent shots at Obama's crew
Yeah man, f*ck HIM, f*ck the government
Man tan, black face, hidin' the some other shit
HAARP and Blue Beam, they ridin' in the mothership
Lt. Dan with some big f*ckin' Bubba lips
The Fed Reserve double dips
He's just a puppet, he's not the one runnin' shit

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