Blu - Wake Up Show Freestyle lyrics

You swore you was the dopest vocalist till I came and spit that hot sh** Dropped it with Metropolis to melt your fiber optics Just for ice grilling The mic villain up every night k**ing the bombest beats with cinematography done by Hype Williams I like feeling like having the best, pa**ionate s** My trigger-happy a**, be cla**y like a Jag or a Lex I stand grand like a man, you just a f*g in a dress Catch me fitted nightly with Nikes, my cap, and my sweats Relaxed at my desk, pen and pad rapping my text Writing about cars, clothes, b**hes and cashing my check Like cats in the West To ever stay strapped with a vest Better believe I gotta dark side like the back of your neck Packed with a Tech, blasting if you asking for d**h Sack full of stress Sky-high flag in the West I'm scratching your decks First Funk Master the Flex Steady laughing at these rappers gasping, asking the rest Smash your set, plus with ? the vet I blast past your whole staff and pause to catch my breath Smash on set, even crash the last two-step Garbage disposals, whack rappers are trash unless I have interest My minimal will match your best So you think the rules done changed, mane Ask the rest, my cla** is vexed You need to get your gla**es checked Cause when you focus right mind, you never have to guess We pa**ed your test, J Barnes demand respect I ain't check nothing less than what the fans accept Grand by stress, pumping what the fans suggest So if the question's in my Heavens then the answer's yes Ain't no commercial interruptions, this is branded best I'm fully clean like the soap commercial man for Zest I might take sh** in but never stand for less