Big L
7 Minute Freestyle
[Verse 1: Big L]
Yo, check it
Yo I got slugs for snitches, no love for b*t*hes
Puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet, known to get a priest wet
I never beg for pu**y like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no
B*t*hes get f**ked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for yokin' jacks and beatin' 'em with smokin' gats
Leavin' token Blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullsh*t, step to the rear, son
The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
'Cause in a street brawl I strike mеn like lightnin'
You seen what happened in my last fight, friеnd? Aight, then
I beat kids with lead pipes, I leave trails of dead mics
Where I'm from, n***as jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug-related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked, about a thousand folks are sellin' pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat
I'm tellin' you sh*t is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon and break a motherf**ker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hottie stare
I keep a shotty near, it's that n***a with knotty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost
Props I own the most, I'm leavin' n***as comatose
Front and get your brain pinched, Big L will have your whole gang lynched
I started smokin' dust and been insane since
This rap sh*t was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed and got a hot lead facelift
All through high school I had braids, I kept mad blades
Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak 'cause my technique's great
And I'm the n***a police hate in each state
'Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper, punk brother vamper
F**k around, you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a wild town, you know my style, clown, so bow down

[Interlude: Big L & Bobbito]
Word up (Say what, say what?)
'95 style (Yeah), I got my man Jay-Z

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Ayo uh brothers can beg and borrow, still feel sorrow
When Jay Z, like Zorro, get in that a**, better luck tomorrow
I'm too much, n***a, so never should you rush
You need to slow down or get yo' a** tore down
Check it out, I'm too c*cky, to stop me you gotta kill me
And when I'm gone, you can still feel me, on the real, B
The sh*t is eternal, I rock the heavens well
Even if they won't let me in Heaven, I raise hell 'til it's Heaven
Recognize the black cat with the nine lives
Get up off me, n***a, it's bad luck to cross me
I'm poppin' Cristal, shootin' game like missiles
As projected, all hoes affected by this style
I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldie
But the goody, pullin' R&B b*t*hes, wearin' hoodies
They don't be knowin' the way I be flowin'
When I be goin' I be runnin' the track like Jesse Owens
I disrupt the natural scheme
The way that you do things with a swing and have 'em rockin' like
You say never you run, if ever you come
It's never you run so fast in your life to never have won
Come on and ride the rhythm, I produce like jism
Just like the gods I start with knowledge then follow with wisdom
For greater understandin', I'm landin' blows and
Knockin' sense into those that oppose me
Enticin' when slicin' through tracks
You're screamin' "Jesus Christ, he's back!" and God knows he can rap
Me and L put rhythm on the map, so give him his dap
And me, I just take mine, gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, f**k that
You never see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less
Jigga incredible, even my thoughts is federal
Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption
So you know, beatin' me'll never come
Like a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, n***a
I make moves, cause bowels to move
When I'm creepin' through your way with a thousand little dudes
Armed with a piece like Islam
I make your eyes rise like yeast, surprise
I feel no fear when facing y'all
Bet your lyrics jump off the track like racing cars
Emcee's tryin' to be the best
And even in dyin' couldn't be this def
I see no reason to stop cheesin'
Ever since L said, "Throw three G's in"
And we can get down and split the wealth
That's when I found I could do it myself, I get up
[Verse 3: Big L]
Ayo, my crew be deliverin' hot lead when gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and lynch, nobody can f**k with the way I be killin' them sh*ts in rap events
Big L is the n***a you expect to catch wreck on any ca**ette deck
I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet
I'm feelin' like Billy Bathgate, my rap style is past great
I love to f**k a b*t*h from the back and watch her a** shake
I probably got your mommy strung, n***as hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung
My clan plans to get Giuliani hung
Never had a ga**ed head, got loot 'cause I stash bread
Try to tax and I'ma beat your faggot-a** half-dead
I stomp white cops 'til they life stops, for a low price, hops
'Cause my blood is colder than a ice box
On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war
'Cause my crew'll kill a n***a from the lobby to the top floor
And every time my MAC-11 bucks I'm killin' at least seven ducks
I never was a follower of Reverend B***s
The b*t*h type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight
All chicks ain't sh*t, ain't no such thing as Miss Right
So we can never be a couple, hun
F**k love, all I got for hoes is hard d**k and bubble gum
And clown MC's I be attackin' quick
I'm on some rappin' sh*t and some car-jackin' sh*t
I ran up on this n***a name Mac in a black Ac'
And put the gat to his cap, click-clack, sorry, Jack, but get up out of that
My .38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate
I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate
He didn't listen to what I was speakin'
He started reachin', so I left him sleepin' with his temple leakin', aight?
[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a savage
And no I don't have it, I get it together like a marriage
I'm seeking all rappers, I'm on my p's and q's and carrots
Y'all don't understand, well, god-damn, don't you know my status
I'm flowing the fattest, mmmm that is, mmmm, I'm the baddest
No need to explain my name, the only thing that matters
For suckers who bite me, they find I'm a bit much to swallow
Your thinking that's hollow, the rhythm is too rugged to follow
I hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bam
Let me take a little breath...god damn
The kid is a wizard
I'm definitely destined to make eight digits
Met up with L on the road to riches
As soon as I step up, nah, whenever I'm in the, uh
Whatever I touch, whatever I clutch
You know I'm gonna end ya, uh
The n***a don't play, hey, the n***a don't play, hey
Hahahhhh, here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in
N***as are do ducking I'm boo buckin, f**k it I'm whyle
But a boo boo boo bam, what you n***as gonna do to the man?
I see you brought your little crew... and?
I'm still comin with velocity, check it out
Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh
Ain't none of the clowns f**kin around
Ain't none of clowns standing their ground
With the crowned prince of the underground
Sounds like I'm ready to catch wreck now
The heats on sweat now
Jay-Z's on, be gone to the next town
Punk, jump up and get beat down
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Ladies be comin out of their seats now
Sh*t I got crazy skills
It's a pity the way I'm ripping rugged rhythm through the city
Like dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun dun ditty
I got rhythm, I, hit em with rhythm, I
Hit em and split em, I did em, I get rid of them guys
J-A, baby, baby please, gimme g's
Baby, baby, wit crazy ease
Watch Jay-Z get crazy G's