Wrekonize - Higher Freestyle Lyrics
[Intro](You're now rockin' with the best)Yep, when I was a kid, my mom said I was like80 percent deaf, which really explains a lot(Bow down)Yep, ha, hey this goes louder right? Now louder, louder(Turn my music high!)Ha, Strange Music, ha(Turn my music)[Verse 1]Higher than a helium balloon filling up full of holy smokesWho be *****ing with the Morse code mayhem?Bet I batter anybody challenging the postI'm assigned to the snake and batSo you can throw away your basic factsAbout them suckers and them ancient rapsWith a baseball bat I (Turn my music)High high lemme be your saviorPlay the tunes loud, wouldn't wanna be my neighborGimme the time to rhyme and I violate herBlowing her mind I'm like a live vibratorBack many many years agoRock-a-fella fronted me out of a single dueJust blaze made this track so I figure I would rapOn his shit it's the least he can doIf you looking for nemesis I'm the betterThe genesis I been thinking of sending thisBut I need you to bleed on your knees and I leaveA disease no dreams or schemes you can reminisceIn the city where the pity's indivisibleAnd the looking I been bookings all cynicalI been rocking so long in the intervalI'm here praying for a bit of the residualShouts to the stone, hit me with a himmi I'll be hyme 'til I’m goneStrange on the linen Morse code on the boneSee a bunch of drones and I'm getting me a cloneHow the ***** you think you gettin' by highAs kite when I'm out here raining bricksYeah you wanna be famousYou ain't even recognized by the strangers *****!(2X)Turn my music high, high, highHigh High, high, high, high[Verse 2]:(*****es)They keep on running with the otherMother *****ers over this dope fella7 years and we got mad cheersAnd we still ain't never been invited to CoachellaBut that's fine still on the grindRecord tour time, Show 89Woosta (Worcester) been live Denver's aliveLittle rocks fly damn I'm highWe in Tucson tattooed beauty with the boots onBap-boom ringing what are you on?I bet ya get ya flows from the grouponI used to battle for the doughBut they made the rules changeFrom the free to no beat with the penWell if I'm gonna write shit then I'm gonna write thisI don't need really need diss you to winGive it away, give it away, give it away nowFree styles like I never had to pay roundsSpeak miles and I running round the playgroundWe foul and you loving every minute of itGot 'em all going snake and bat shitMy fundamentals l-m-n-o take the hat trickYou in a rental going mental bacon back bitsI'm here in the kennel on some face the fact shit(2X)
