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Freestyle Ghetto

Artist: King Tee f/ Alkaholiks, MC Breeze, Xzibit
Album: King Tee IV Life
Song: Freestyle Ghetto

Verse One: Xzibit

(See look look)
I grab the mic and start breakin down ni*gas
wit out no problem
broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/
kick some rhymes if you got/but if it’s wack
I draw back the cap for the peelin
should of stuck to rock dealin
cuz it’s the blood stealin/super vill..
chill..stayin high like the ceilin
see there aint enough room for the both of us
see it’s a showdown/throw down
your best style I’ll bust
(yo)I write rhymes that make ni*gas throw they sets up
couldn’t hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
I’ll snatch you by your neck
and do a suplex and step
so ni*ga you can check my credentials
just hard rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit a dental
and a loaded pistol
no longer lookin in the window
I’ll bust a field wit indo
killin quarts of beer
Sadie’s outta here…

Verse Two: MC Breeze

Like a fuze/start spreadin the news
its 94 and Breeze is givin ni*gas the blues
I paid my dues/and now it’s time to go on to the next mode
make room for the kaboom/cuz I’m about to explode
and drop bombs like a B1/cops I seize none
and ni*gas step up/I soak emcseason
3 seconds to detinate/you betta evacuate
no time to hesitate/you f**kin featherweight
I aint the type to pic up the mic
and catch the stage fright
I’ll pull a gauge if I aint paid right
to the promoters on tour
short me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I’m psycho pathic like Manson
aint wit the dancin
but still I get more Cheers than Ted Danson
more dough than Marino or roles than Pacino
you beatin me? that’s only in your dreams ho
I’m not sayin I’m unbeatable/I’m sayin I’m untouchable
livin comfortable just like a Huxtable
plus I’m rollin wit the cross roads
movin fast foward/while you other suckas
stuck in a pause mode
I goes deep like a great white
but I’m a stay black
no matter how high the pay stacks
or if my rep gets bigger
you might get take this ni*ga out the ghetto
but not the ghetto out this ni*ga…..

Verse Three: J-Ro, Tash

For the balls basketballs
microphones gassin grass(hey)
some of the few things J-Ro likes to pass
93 mandingo/94 I’m the pharoah
cuz I’m b-bbad to the bone marrow
I get wild
wit more styles than the martial arts
I need weed
I roll more grass than golf carts
April 92 you no the Ro was a looter
now I’m writin raps on my lab-top computer
J-Ro the tittie fiend/rap dean/wearin green
been on the scene/since the age of 13
I learned I had to earn the mic
now’s my turn
I got Furious Styles like Larry Fishburne…

Wit da b*tches tunin me in
like it’s the Young and the Restless
next up to bust my sh*t
from the L-I-K-S’s
yes it’s the freshest
wit lyrics rough around the edges
I’ll smoke you on the mic
like a pack of Benson Hedges
But..hold up wait
I’ll bust rhymes that’ll circulate
that’ll wake yo punk ass up like MC Eiht
cuz I be rockin rhymes
since the roof was on fire
so point me to the b*tch who’s the dopest butterflyer
I’ll make her break it down like she Patra when I catch ya
Broadway is on the tables
while I throw these lyrica atcha
so….slow down before ya f**k wit my sound
you betta do the hokey pokey
and turn ya self around…



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