Capital Steez - Freestyle with Pro Era lyrics

[Verse 1: Wati Heru] I'm c*ntvinced c*ntcieted b**hes be the first to get they c*nt seeded Birth c*ntrol, its c*ntfusing how she c*ntceived it It's a c*ntspicuous c*ntspiracy how c*nt scheming Running like cross country, just to get the c*nt creamin' c*ntinuously on the hunt for c*nt Seemed in a daze, c*ntsidering giving c*nt semen Saying he'll never get c*ntrolled by the c*nt demon He contradicted, he's c*nt addicted, cause c*nt see men It's c*ntroversial, there's c*ntsequences cause the c*nt could hurt you So listen to your inner c*ntscious, observe the c*nt circle After approving c*ntact, view how the c*nt act, no prenup c*ntract Usual c*nt trap, it's terrible Pare into the parable, especially if you c*ntstillate If she know you a star and the c*nt still late for monthly visits If mother nature could c*ntcentrate she c*ntstiplates the c*nts debate If it's worth the cake If you don't pay the c*ntstible a c*ntinue to give another case Can't be cunent in c*nt tent if you not making papes Who said that this is a mans world need to get it straight p**y is power n***a, respect the c*ntglomerate [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] It's kinda scary though Yo bro, peep the scenario We had the tabs, fire, and the shrooms like Mario This peach sumchin trying to shake their tail You can tell, I wasn't really funking with the smell She had a pill, but the pill had her slipping Fly n***a with a wingspan, we can't pay attention My n***a's bong ripping so of course we on a different floor Hits, I started dozin' off for a minute And then I went back to the vision Of when I seen how they have blacks in division Can't crack through the system That's why we got crack through your system Now we got the matrix hacked with precision And that's a new flow for all you putos Tryna to compare fools gold to Acapulco's [Verse 3: Dirty Sanchez] My n***as always high, they barely buyin' Weed [?] broke my scale, I got a [?] and the pots frying Blunts healthy, mommy so sick I'm insulted, throw the p**y back, catapult it More cushion for the pushing, don't get comfortable kid My ego's altered, dirty money in the vault and n***as ain't safe in fact they ship shapes, switching plates Via snakes, f** it I don't know what else to say, popping off the top of the dome It's the [?] my n***a, we taking it home From Brooklyn to f**in', I don't even know Rome It could be anywhere else in the f**ing Earth, the globe You don't understand what we doing, changing the whole view Of the people, I don't give a f** if you got flu You're not sicker than me, who the f** are you Pro Era crew, Beast Coast, BC, I don't know I'm not doing what you thinking, but I'm getting my paper f** all of that sh**, I'm just thinking Later I'mma see, how we gonna handle the rest of the haters, f** it Anybody else wanna see the Beast [Verse 3: Wati Heru] Freestyling in the cypher that's my, specialties Started when I was two years old, especially After 8 Mile, n***a saw that sh** and straight whylin' Can't fool him, freestyling ever since that mother was on the island Came through rap, he was a child then Out in Staten, came through, back to Manhattan Different sh**, get the sentences, get the stats in n***as couldn't get the chick I like stat, got the ratchet n***a was acting ratchet like, Worldstar sh** Ya you know, he was on the world n***a, Worldstar sh**, n***a Take a torch n***a, rose on the torch n***a On some tribes and quests, try to quest n***a Like the tribes n***a, try to digest n***a This is Q-Tip abstract, n***a get that a** back n***a, I make your girl do a** laps She came, she threw that a** back, damn I didn't know what she doing, and then she got fluent I influence influences every time that I do it It's so sick, it's like ahh-choo When I bless you with these heckler rhymes Y'all n***as couldn't step to mine [Verse 4: Dirty Sanchez] It's the Brooklyn representative No artificial intelligence Just thinking in light, haven't even taken flight yet I know you feel me, pull out your camcorders Thousand ounces just bordered, you see your change it's just my hora Over time, I became a reflection of brains Cash, Mary Jane, what did I forget to mention Well, fat blunts since the age of fifteen Y'all smoke toothpicks, I pick the steak out of my teeth Bon-Appetit, I'd rather be home sick, then homesick Plastic cups with Robatussin keep me posted like Big's Not budging or moving, I can't run it of [?] Don't blink till you reach the top, keep up with stairs No competition, f** it I'm just doing this, no dissing But, my conglomerate's influenced lots of n***as missing Everything they had, and their f**ing heart and pa**ion After that it's all old my n***a [Verse 5: Racks] Looking at this money make me want to make some more of it Put me on these tracks and I bet a n***a slaughter it [?] on some harder sh**, that's because I'm hard as sh** Presidential holding clips, n***a I ain't sparing of sh** Racks been on these tracks like a runner on his racing kit Indiana pacing it, smoking as I lace a hit Dealing with that stress will make a p**y n***a slit his wrists Police come and line me up, but f** a pig I never snitch Cause I be on some gangster sh** like shooting up your mama sh** Been shooting up but I'm still allowed at they mama crib