Fire Squad (FreestyLe)
[Verse 1]
Look, what else can I mention about myself?
I'm too sick, here's an examination about my health
I got a cold, and that shit defines myself
And n***as'll call your phone cause your music shit might sell
My music hot, but my promotion's not
But that's far from the reason I should ease the pedal or stop
I'm any street's coldest n***a, I freeze the battle and drop
The hardest bars with mission to increase the medals and rocks
That are thrown when a soldier heading to the top
Or the throne, playin' this chess-game, I can't flop
How many hardcore rappers in here became Pop?
You fuckin' lames just can't be friends with Hip-Hop
So lemme go back to the chess-game and hit the king, why tho?
Cause after that I'm gon' have to kidnap his title
And write my name on it like a letter
This game is a bitch tryin' cuff a n***a, so for sure I'm gon' let her
So please let a n***a take his damn time
It's just me, myself and all these excellent rhymes
I know you ain't got bars, don't experiment mines
Tend to drop bombs, no accident mines
I'm still on that grind, never rest I be spittin'
Rappers think money come fast, but this ain't no quickie
Elaborating a dumb test, but that shit ain't for Vizzy
Get it? Test sheet ain't for Vizzy
Vizzy: spreading flame, the distribution is burnin'
Vizzy: wreckin' lames, I be pushin' and runnin'
Next star of the lines, the brightest G emergin'
So ahead of my time, my grandpap's still a virgin
Got a rude body language, that's when my hands slangin'
I don't even wanna shoot but my rhymes gangbangin'
Click-clack boom-boom!
You can't pass to this level fool, tell Mario he needs to get a new room
I need a pump, asphyxiated by the trouble
I travel with turbulence when the plan is not to be a rebel
Gangbang? I refuse, just a genius with them
Ain't following rules, can't be a genocide' victim
But wait...
They still think we all make this war flow
So we got our backs against the wall, wardrobe
Now pick a motherfuckin' coat cause we all cold
And assure that we'll not stop to make a shooting star show
Click-clack boom-boom, they gettin' trigger tight
Humhm, I'm sorry my n***a not tonight
I'm gonna tell these stories all in due time
But there's no need to do the Math what'll happen to that 9
Right? So now pound the alarm like...
We about to fight, fuck it!
N***a, pound the alarm once again like...
Panic! we ain't the same, you n***as off balance
Y'all way too lackadaisical to reciprocate my talent
You ain't encouraged enough to come accept my challenge
For that you need my guidance
I'll murk ya, shall I reflect on my violence?
They told me to stay quite but I'm terrorist enough to detonate my silence
I make a terrible beat sound like a dope instrumental
I'm sick but I don't need a doctor, I need a vet cause I'm an animal
All I hear is rapper frontin' like they're rich, I can go shoppin' and find their clothes at any mall
Can't be weak, I got bars for more than 7 days
Potential knows I'm not an astronaut, so it don't gimme space
I want you to feel the pressure when you hear my verses and feel obligated that you gotta do better
I confess, Hip-Hop is takin' over my temper
The way I rap, could bring up rumors about The Roots being back, and I'm the newest member
So Black Thought, I ain't new to this I'm true to this, remember
Look, what else can I mention about myself?
I'm too sick, here's an examination about my health
I got a cold, and that shit defines myself
And n***as'll call your phone cause your music shit might sell
My music hot, but my promotion's not
But that's far from the reason I should ease the pedal or stop
I'm any street's coldest n***a, I freeze the battle and drop
The hardest bars with mission to increase the medals and rocks
That are thrown when a soldier heading to the top
Or the throne, playin' this chess-game, I can't flop
How many hardcore rappers in here became Pop?
You fuckin' lames just can't be friends with Hip-Hop
So lemme go back to the chess-game and hit the king, why tho?
Cause after that I'm gon' have to kidnap his title
And write my name on it like a letter
This game is a bitch tryin' cuff a n***a, so for sure I'm gon' let her
So please let a n***a take his damn time
It's just me, myself and all these excellent rhymes
I know you ain't got bars, don't experiment mines
Tend to drop bombs, no accident mines
I'm still on that grind, never rest I be spittin'
Rappers think money come fast, but this ain't no quickie
Elaborating a dumb test, but that shit ain't for Vizzy
Get it? Test sheet ain't for Vizzy
Vizzy: spreading flame, the distribution is burnin'
Vizzy: wreckin' lames, I be pushin' and runnin'
Next star of the lines, the brightest G emergin'
So ahead of my time, my grandpap's still a virgin
Got a rude body language, that's when my hands slangin'
I don't even wanna shoot but my rhymes gangbangin'
Click-clack boom-boom!
You can't pass to this level fool, tell Mario he needs to get a new room
I need a pump, asphyxiated by the trouble
I travel with turbulence when the plan is not to be a rebel
Gangbang? I refuse, just a genius with them
Ain't following rules, can't be a genocide' victim
But wait...
They still think we all make this war flow
So we got our backs against the wall, wardrobe
Now pick a motherfuckin' coat cause we all cold
And assure that we'll not stop to make a shooting star show
Click-clack boom-boom, they gettin' trigger tight
Humhm, I'm sorry my n***a not tonight
I'm gonna tell these stories all in due time
But there's no need to do the Math what'll happen to that 9
Right? So now pound the alarm like...
We about to fight, fuck it!
N***a, pound the alarm once again like...
Panic! we ain't the same, you n***as off balance
Y'all way too lackadaisical to reciprocate my talent
You ain't encouraged enough to come accept my challenge
For that you need my guidance
I'll murk ya, shall I reflect on my violence?
They told me to stay quite but I'm terrorist enough to detonate my silence
I make a terrible beat sound like a dope instrumental
I'm sick but I don't need a doctor, I need a vet cause I'm an animal
All I hear is rapper frontin' like they're rich, I can go shoppin' and find their clothes at any mall
Can't be weak, I got bars for more than 7 days
Potential knows I'm not an astronaut, so it don't gimme space
I want you to feel the pressure when you hear my verses and feel obligated that you gotta do better
I confess, Hip-Hop is takin' over my temper
The way I rap, could bring up rumors about The Roots being back, and I'm the newest member
So Black Thought, I ain't new to this I'm true to this, remember