Written in five or ten minuites... Mixtape freestyle over the "Nothin Like It" beat for the Apocalyptic Influentials Mixtape Volume 1. Mixed by Jay Ciph
rap beats ill underground
I just felt like recording so I scribbled some shit down in a few seconds...
Lyrics
Rappin' classics like Rebock at the weed spot
Pile victims up untill the streets clogged...
Flow when the beats dropped... Stop when I fall asleep...
Don't call police 'less you got the heat cocked...
My bass make the wall creek and ya teeth rock...
Record labels call me because my free's hot...
Run if you wanna, I practice aimin' shootin' skeet shots...
Panic like ya seats hot, I make ya feet stop...
More greenery than tree tops, a cracker that'll jack you...
I rap through the back room to fat goons in black suits...
Tell em to clap you harder than everyone that seen me rap...
Come through with a crew of mp5's that'll lean these cats...
No disrespect to the dead, but I smoke Big L's...
I hit well and always got a flame goin' like its hell...
The streets got me stuck on the rap game, ya'll madd tame...
Within' the bats range, you better duck back mayne...
