Wrekonize - Start It Up Freestyle Lyrics
[Intro]August 31st, Miami, ***** I'm back!This is number 4, and my name's Wrekonize (Hahaha)[Verse: Wrekonize]Wakin' up to sunny days, human honey, summer hazeWe been getting fans and shit, still you see my hunger stays'***** I'm Back' is coming August thirty oneThat bottle that you got is looking full you need to serve me someFlashing back to high school, scribbling in my textbookYoung and in my drug years, what's that pill that Wrek took?Somebody help my mind is on some rebel shitI'm 'bout to take this industry and ***** her with a metal dick!I bang with a little bit of UK swangGot fam' in the KC MOSang with a little bit of southern twangM-I-A-M-I too gone?Well if not ... then I'mma keep on down this battered pathScratching my 'Illmatic' scabs, thanks for all the tracking dadThis family tree is shaping up to yield moreReaching for a steel sword, stabbing at the billboardsWhat you think I'm here for? Smashing all these weird whoresWho been wrapping ears towards? Closing off like dear LordI thought by now for sure I'd be hallucinatin'Thanks for your call press '1' for God, '2' for Satan'3' for sex, '4' for church and state and to this nationAh, what the *****! It's all the same when they out chewing faces!But I keep on ridin' beats cause I don't fear noneI been tearing ear drums since I was a year youngThey don't wanna hear one, ¡Mayday! song cause we're dumbThey say we're still too lyrical your blog is pure scumLike they want double ours to make my bubble riseThese *****ing guys would charge their mother fiveTo have her publicized, and I'm just s'posed to smile, right?Act like I don't know they crock? Smokin' on that holy potGreener than a 'Goldie' sockNow I don't mean to hold your spot, GoldilocksBut only hot shit gets play around this little lonely rockDon't you ever wish that you could pull a holy plot andGet your life to jumping off right? Tony ScottI'm 'Top Gun' man, on fire I'm unstoppableThe last boy scouts mind game on your dominoesBut I get 'em in the line of spray, hold them notes 'til the piper playsFelt this way for ninety days, wish I would of been alive to say"Stay in school kids, don't be on this whiskey watch"Tryna sell these notes to a broker with a risky stockMixing hot, with a misty cropAnd every time you hear your name called out you're doing sixteen shotsArmageddon's here get my shades pleaseYou know what drink I like, no change just the same steezeI work so hard it gives me brain freezeSo I put Monster in my cup and speed it up until my veins bleedSpit that Kit-Kat, whole lot of game with a zip flap, get backBet it up and get a better mix check this trackMessing up my head, need a lift back, get that?Feels like we never left I tell you this a factBut August thirty first, we in Miami, ***** I'm back![Outro]"Yeah, I mean that was pretty good, that was just, ya knowI mean, I don't, I don't really, I doubt, I doubt it was a real freestyleYa know, like off the top, it says 'freestyle' but I just, I justI would think, ya know he's thinking off the top (*gunshot* *thunk*)
