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Cut You Loose (Freestyle) Lyrics - Artist : Crooked I
It's February 28, 2017
I'm in the Mint Rooms Glendale, California Working on Good vs. Evil Part 2 Some old shit came up man... Had me feeling kinda nostalgic... I blended Malcom and Martin's names together for my motivation That's King with a X, homie no relation I'm cutting niggas loose like the officers do when they find the hogtied victims after home invasions I never let you tell me all I am Kidnap the game give the federalli's my demand See I shed so many tears now it's Me Against The World Cause some of my niggas fake as Makavelli's hologram So we faced with a conundrum Like um, where's that different cloth niggas talk about being cut from? Wasn't so they was cutting sewn [?] faux fur by the lump sum I was descended of everything you pretended to be Indefinitely my pedigree is genetically embedded in my code You can never been an image of me You spit pathetically, I spit prophetically Let it be known I predicted the very way the ending would be You jealous of the real nigga in me Incredibly soon as niggas put they pen to the beat They definitively dinner to me, a killer MC, I better be I grew up in the motherfucking the dumpster When niggas try to rob you You broke and they get pissed off and jumped you Nigga you would have to go to Skid Row to really know my hunger Judge me motherfucker You don't want to walk in my shoes Lost and confused, talking to booze Problems so I thought I would choose A bottle just for solving my blues It all was a ruse The amount of alcohol I abused Was like sipping with your straw in the pool Couldn't follow the rules Til I put together all of the clues I'm reading more just to polish my jewels Sharpened my views that's positive news I'm rapping more maybe all of muse Maybe all in a [?] When I speak the real gospel it moves The audience more than all of them dudes I paid my entire wallet in dues No volatile fuse, now I Dalai Lama you fools Ima standstill, reduce a mountain to an anthill Rocking them all grey Grant Hills At seventeen I'm dropping [?] This whole year is getting wrapped up Like I'm Uncle Murda mixed with Mad Skillz Still niggas don't rap enough Whole marketing plan is to be on Instagram live acting up Snapchat acting tough Either that a rat known Vlad and it's adding up Cause fans ain't had enough Just because a couple real MCs could go gold That don't mean corporate america ain't got the culture in a chokehold These niggas still selling they souls, these niggas hoes Ain't bros before hoes? The bro code We ain't bros As soon as you need to get hot you calling one of these hoes Woah I'm still in the game, I'm still in my lane Hundred diamonds still in the chain I don't even wear it cause I ain't feeling the same vibe when lyricists used to come outside to play Y'all niggas is lame I'm still bar raising and I'm still a messiah of a dying art You are the still star gazing Still pulling strings like a [?] playing a giant harp Cigar blazing, lion heart, all praises They love it when the God flow make moves If they don't tell you I'm the best then it's fake news Whether you black is Kevin Hart or whiter than bright Bart I'm the illest hands down, so I can't lose... Illest hands down, so I can't lose |
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