[Testo di "3 AM Freestyle" ft. Vaz Tè, RA & Skeamer]

[Intro]
Evangelisti speedin' fast, ho

[Strofa 1: Vaz Tè]
Voglio usare la ruota (Ruota)
Senza che la conosca (Pow, pow, pow)
Tre di notte alla posta (Brr)
Mamma, butta la pasta
Mi esce il gelato dal naso e la bocca
Sono l'angelo bravo
Palm Angel però di Palmaro ('Maro)
Quando mi han fatto santo
Guardo in alto ed è l'ultimo piano
Mister erba costosa
Anche se la situa non è rosa
Mister ghiaccio nel burble
Faccio assalto al tipo del tabacco
Mister rapper dell'anno
Che si aggrappano all'hype del mio cazzo
Non ho mai sputato nel piatto
Nel piatto in cui mangio, infamato un palazzo
Muoio nel letto una sincope, Drillgod, poi ci lascio la sindone
Sarei comunque più forte o potente se non si sentissero liriche
Vaz Té, mille anni, sta avanti da sempre
Come 'sti poser di minchie
Sono il capo dei rapper non il loro manager
Prendine dosi più piccole
[Strofa 2: RA]
The struggle I came from
Where mandem get wrap up and rained on
Where mandem get clap up and stained on
If she got your back, add a K on
Mandem hold weight like the weight that I craned on
Them man are pussies, they always get preyed on
Act like it's kushy, then take out their main don
If you're a rookie, then come off lane, don
When I feel like, I can splash on a new drip
Rap 'cause I do this, trap more than two bricks
Slap off the wap, then dash in a new clip
Christian Dior on my two kicks
This four cost more than a few quid
You don't wanna see the mandem war, we get stupid
Been through everythin', had bread and everythin'
Slapped lead on anythin'
Point-blank, man splashied them
Know man was fucked like a Jersey ting
Pull up on a opp like [ketamine/kick 'em in?]
Twenty-two shots, this a semi ting

[Strofa 3: Skeamer]
Skeamer, cold nights are the darkest
Skeam boogie with this hoodie, I'm an artist
Any threats to my life, that's a casket
Red beam on my joint for these targets
I'm still getting busy with these loud packs
In a bando counting up new stacks
Stack money, act broke
When it comes to the roads you know it's straight smoke
Killers in the background stay lurky
Flavours round here, we don't do Perkies
Killers round here all certi
Free Burner, they done him dirty
All for the team, bang, bang early
Junction boys, we on our own journey
Fuck them n***as, junction boys, we the realest
I came for the game like Suge Knight
I still put in work on my push bike
SOS ting, shoot on sight
Three up, seven down that's my hood sign
Goodfella ting, no good guys
One into two, that's a good pie
You can kiss your arse goodbye
I hit him twice in his back, that's a dead boy
Skeamer, I'm OJ
I came through with the MAC, like, don't play
Don't move, in no way
I'm coming for the top four like Jose
There's two cats in a bando
Hella smoke in the air like Rambo
And I'm gripped up on the handle
From a kid, Skeamer always been a handful