"BIG L FREESTYLE" lyrics
You already know the program
When I rhyme like this
My dominance exuding
Competition doesn't exist
I'm getting disrespectful in this bitch
When I'm feeling pissed
A pessimist pressing the issue
'Til I reach the pressapist
Depressing prick — yes, I'm a dick
According to my therapist
A derelict — I'll do you dirty
For deceased presidents
Speaking of presidents
I think we should impeach the president
Don't kill the messenger
For bringing the facts in these messages
There really ain't no difference
Between a nigga and Mexican
Democrat or Republican
Middle fingers for both of them
Ain't hope for them — hold 'em accountable
While you choking them
And tell 'em keep they head high
Like a junkie on opium
Take a shot at the podium
Empty clips and unload in them
For playing both sides of the fence
In disguise — exposing them
Dispose of them
Rows of them — a whole boatload of them
Open up the mosh pit
Start a fire and throw them in
Political parties are never on time — they always tardy
Do they give a fuck about me and you?
My nigga, hardly
Life a bitch — she get gnarly
Keep it moving like a Harley
Stack chips, flip shit
Like my name Jeff Hardy
Smoke weed like a Marley
Fuck the games — no Atari
They gon' make me crash out
Like a fucking kamikaze
Hail Selassie — my ancestral DNA Anunnaki
How the land of the free
Get infiltrated by these Nazis?
Tryna whitewash the country
Got this shit looking rocky
It's ungodly — there's psych ops going on
It's a proxy
At the end of the world
I'm getting high and bumping Mozzy
Blow smoke in the air
The atmosphere getting foggy
Chop it up and bring the heat
Like hibachi — the Sfengali
Go from zero to 100
Horsepower like Ferrari
They wanna keep up?
Tell 'em I'm hitting the gas
Revving the engine — you better speed up
I'm ready to take it to overdrive
Riding around with my feet up
Like Frank Lucas out in Vietnam
'Bout to re-up
Taking this shit straight to the source
Like a Jedi on a red-eye
How I'm using the Force
All the weak shit is running its course
We should divorce
The ideals of this idolatry
Dividing the core
Fuck a co-sign
Fuck a fake stream
Fuck a record deal
The only thing that matters —
Is it actually real?
And when you listen to the music
How does it make you feel?
Is it just numbing you out
'Cause you're internally ill?
Dumbing you down — it's like popping a pill
With no prescription
We working in this dead-end system
With no assistance
Where the labels pimp the rappers
And the rappers pimp the listeners
Practice prayer and meditation
From practitioners
Promoting poor lifestyle choices
All these solicitors
Condition us to stay locked
Inside a mental prison
Isolated — where no visitors are ever permitted
A dark prophecy — the writing's on the wall
It was written
That shit'll make you wonder —
Who the fuck is really the victim?
Aye yo
Raps we bust
Cash we clutch
Only hot tracks we touch
They can't fuck with us
We need plaques and such
That say platinum plus
'Cause half of you niggas that rap now
Is wack to us
Aye yo
Raps we bust
Cash we clutch
Only hot tracks we touch
They can't fuck with us
We need plaques and such
That say platinum plus
'Cause half of you niggas that rap now
Is wack to us
What
When I rhyme like this
My dominance exuding
Competition doesn't exist
I'm getting disrespectful in this bitch
When I'm feeling pissed
A pessimist pressing the issue
'Til I reach the pressapist
Depressing prick — yes, I'm a dick
According to my therapist
A derelict — I'll do you dirty
For deceased presidents
Speaking of presidents
I think we should impeach the president
Don't kill the messenger
For bringing the facts in these messages
There really ain't no difference
Between a nigga and Mexican
Democrat or Republican
Middle fingers for both of them
Ain't hope for them — hold 'em accountable
While you choking them
And tell 'em keep they head high
Like a junkie on opium
Take a shot at the podium
Empty clips and unload in them
For playing both sides of the fence
In disguise — exposing them
Dispose of them
Rows of them — a whole boatload of them
Open up the mosh pit
Start a fire and throw them in
Political parties are never on time — they always tardy
Do they give a fuck about me and you?
My nigga, hardly
Life a bitch — she get gnarly
Keep it moving like a Harley
Stack chips, flip shit
Like my name Jeff Hardy
Smoke weed like a Marley
Fuck the games — no Atari
They gon' make me crash out
Like a fucking kamikaze
Hail Selassie — my ancestral DNA Anunnaki
How the land of the free
Get infiltrated by these Nazis?
Tryna whitewash the country
Got this shit looking rocky
It's ungodly — there's psych ops going on
It's a proxy
At the end of the world
I'm getting high and bumping Mozzy
Blow smoke in the air
The atmosphere getting foggy
Chop it up and bring the heat
Like hibachi — the Sfengali
Go from zero to 100
Horsepower like Ferrari
They wanna keep up?
Tell 'em I'm hitting the gas
Revving the engine — you better speed up
I'm ready to take it to overdrive
Riding around with my feet up
Like Frank Lucas out in Vietnam
'Bout to re-up
Taking this shit straight to the source
Like a Jedi on a red-eye
How I'm using the Force
All the weak shit is running its course
We should divorce
The ideals of this idolatry
Dividing the core
Fuck a co-sign
Fuck a fake stream
Fuck a record deal
The only thing that matters —
Is it actually real?
And when you listen to the music
How does it make you feel?
Is it just numbing you out
'Cause you're internally ill?
Dumbing you down — it's like popping a pill
With no prescription
We working in this dead-end system
With no assistance
Where the labels pimp the rappers
And the rappers pimp the listeners
Practice prayer and meditation
From practitioners
Promoting poor lifestyle choices
All these solicitors
Condition us to stay locked
Inside a mental prison
Isolated — where no visitors are ever permitted
A dark prophecy — the writing's on the wall
It was written
That shit'll make you wonder —
Who the fuck is really the victim?
Aye yo
Raps we bust
Cash we clutch
Only hot tracks we touch
They can't fuck with us
We need plaques and such
That say platinum plus
'Cause half of you niggas that rap now
Is wack to us
Aye yo
Raps we bust
Cash we clutch
Only hot tracks we touch
They can't fuck with us
We need plaques and such
That say platinum plus
'Cause half of you niggas that rap now
Is wack to us
What
