Vic Mensa - RapFix Freestyle Lyrics
[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]The first one was a fluke, anyone can get beginner's luckRookie think he too hot cause he drop bars about some Harry Potter booksAnd said some stuff about a semi truckIn them same cannabis print boxers, boy that shit HUFYeah, I heard of Vic, he sound like so and so and such and suchHe ain't original, he ain't digital, he ain't the INNANETThem Odd Future kids been had made that shit upWe ain't Savemoney, we si -- aight, aight enoughMultiply my numericals uncomparableMy tarots straight even in the slumpsThey trying to beat me to the jumpBe like I'm skydiving without a parachuteYou might drop first, but I'mma hit harder than ten of youEight out of nine of my dimes got smoker tendenciesI'm betting 35 like I'm from Oklahoma, TennesseeTentative court date pending, they trying to sentence meSend 'em and in-voice, out of state, lawyer handle my pleaYou petty boys, don't address me or catch a GettysburgBlood on the leaves, bodies fall like autumnAll my fits off-season like Halloween and FebruaryWord on the land is that I'm getting air play everywhereI hit the ground running in '93, I should probably die when I'm 27Heath Ledger lines to keep the work on the plane Like I'm staffPlus I be flying freeFresh outta jail, fire up the tree, in my bond receiptShout-out to the port huron police, keep my piss cleanSmoke strong like creatine, cranapple juice to clear the traceClear papers when I'm writing, I be seeing greenCut my negatives like a filmmaker switch screen, split screenI Refrain from the shit they repeatDucking detectives trying to make the quotaSee that 44 clap like the nolia in the streetsNiggas chances be slim gotta stay a soldierBoy, it's been one hell of year, ain't it?I left the band, became a man, my brother Purp just had a daughterSome of my other fam damn near famousI'm still in the hood, same whip, same cribSame homies where I used to serve OZs through the fenceMask and a blade, you better hope d'Artagnan come to your defenseFence in the field, I'mma hop itCops come I'm hurling the sack and changing the topicTalk that mess, make me mop itBuckshot, lunar eclipse split the black moon I'm in--[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]Kufi's ain't goofiesI had two chicks with two G's, gave 'em roofiesAnd then you know they gave me some loose-leaf, paperI said I'd do your favors to you laterDarth Vader shader, see you like the razorI don't give a ***** about clans or the RaidersNiggas know me and I came with the braids upI don't give a ---Is that a curse, I can curse?(No, no, what's wrong with that? Keep going)Because I freestyle in personI gave you penis, I mean phoenixYou already know my shit the meanestYou could say penis on TV because it ain't a curseIt's worse, leave them in a hearseNiggas wearing skirts, talking about us do dirtYou don't want NerfThey don't want it because they shooting but they bullets made of NerfAnd you know I come through riding [?] and surfing--- Lamborghini ---Let me hear something, Bun, what you gotta say?[Verse 3: Bun B]It's all good, I'm representing UGKWe them dudes that mama told you aboutI'm like Red from Five Heartbeats, open the window and hold you outAnd this is freestyle, it didn't come writtenSo it's all good, we real emcees that's spittin'On the turntables we got DJ Red AlertHe keep it mixing, I spit the the rhymes that make your head hurtI make the world shake, I make the ground quakeEverything I do is groundbreaking, it's ground breakType flow, boys already knowBun B repping UGK for life out the do'This is PAT freestyle spittin'Already said spittin' and written, no bullshitting, I'm hereAnd I'm killing it, keeping it trillBoys already know they'll never touch me for realSo do your thing, but don't try to do meThat's it, just don't do me[Verse 4: Glam]The chew was mucus, I spit it upTrying to be infamous, while you rappers is jicamaMany come try and get them some synonyms, what I'm spittingThe open casket if you asking, I dided themSo everybody crowd around, everybody be the shit but homie I'm the foulest bowelSee my vowels be pure like Al B. Sure's brows maneJust trying to get a couple O's in the account maneFor now I count changeAnd eight times out of nine rappers be 'bout rainOr the claimOr other dudes' chicks and how big his -- isI'm flyer than a pilot let me show you how to pitch thisNever sex it up and dumb it downInsane flow, I'm Usain Bolt I run this now what?Glam[Verse 5: Vic Mensa]What time is it? What time clock looking like?Rappers smoke crack, they need to go and cook a pipeFirst the Fat Boys break up then Sway cut his dreads offThen Vic Mensa came and cut they heads offYou hard, but your bread softYou talking crazy, that's why the [?] get you layed offYour legs off, chop them like a MexicanThe cartel come through every time that I'm flexing itYou know they disrespecting himWhen I'm riding through and the glass is reflecting themI see them phony, they trying to play me like we homiesThey wrap me up that's why I come back around with the homiesAnd stomp them outCome back home when I used to go from rags to rag and boneOn my feet, what you feeling?How you know? Me and Rocky in this ***** killingStill trilling[Verse 6: A$AP Rocky]And I'm trilling with the nigga BunWe can't curse? (Do what you gotta do, man)And I'm with my homie BunTop gun, you know we number oneBut hold up, let me get to the flashin' fashionYou already know it's some casual crassin'I got the new Dior'sAnd I don't give a *****, got three floorsAnd like three broads and like three carsAnd they all hooptiesAnd she got fake bags and they all Gucci'sAnd I like the strip clubs cause they all hoochiesYou know I give them dollars, they love loosiesEverybody know the Prada, PradaGotta holla, holla at a dollar, holla at your gualaHolla tomata, hottie tomatiesAnd you know hot Tamale'sYou see me in the allies *****ing popping Molly'sI ain't 'bout it thoughAnd you know I got the boutta boutta boutta flowI come around like where's Waldo?Tell her I need the mother*****ing model[?] love shoes with the [?]And my breath stank, I need a AltoYou already come through
