Crooked I - Soul Assa**in Radio Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano] Cla** is in session, peep it, you rapper's get lectured I ain't askin' no question, damn the Socratic method of teachin' f*ggot's restin' in peace when my jack is jabbing' and stabbin' your flesh, intestines is leakin' Have respect when you speakin', brandished weapons I'm squeezin' them thangs, my Ruger scream I'm chewing these fool emcees, I'm a new disease Some say I'm too extreme, use my bazooka to pursue my dreams Call me Marksman Luther King I'm in the booth with the [?] Slow motion like a movie scene, so my every move is seen Maneuvering, come through with the newest bling Louis ring, lookin' sharp on my hands like Wolverine I'm the future, the newest breed Julius Luci's a fruit that grew from a super seed I supersede, surpa** what you achieve I lead myself, shall I continue? Do proceed Live in the booth, the booth is where my crew convene Call it the delivery room where the truth's conceived I ain't gotta talk, holler at the pistol Pop you when the wind blow, that's how I shoot the breeze I'm merkin' off more dudes than WW, [?], Vietnam and the Persian Gulf War I feel like I served in all 4 You n***as like herbivores, beefs with my Circle's awful Dezzy holdin', your vest explodin' Leave you with a messy colon, intestines showin' Techs, I hold em Life's a game like Texas Hold'Em And I'mma win, I'm destiny's child like Kelly Rowland Fly as Bessie Coleman, who the hell is Bessie Coleman? That's a history question for em Aggressive flow is somethin' different like the desert snowin' Run all over the track, ahhh, Jesse Owens [Verse 2: Demetrius Capone] Live in my anger, your b**h lickin' the stranger You kiss her and taste dick then you give her your name, you n***as is lame I kidnapped the kid in the manger, no Christmas, I gift wrapped dick to your dame It's no Hanukkah and no Kwanza, I put that on yo momma Red beam'll dot your eye like Obama did Osama Then I'm trappin' b**hes, Capone's tryin' to go find him a Rihanna to f** with a broke condom They fall in love when I f** em, and that's the f**in' plan Upside down 69 standin' up is how I f** a tramp And then they handed me a hundred grand It's hard to understand but being underhanded gives me the upper hand But you will marry that stripper You a b**h n***a, you a married a** n***a You got in-laws, I got Outlaws I'm carryin' the clicka, you carry Cinderella's gla** slipper Wait a minute, hold up, hold on, hold on Ay yo, yo, yo This is friendly fire, any n***a that didn't retire is finna expire Old n***a, k**a for hire Listen I'm dickin' a thick b**h, thicker than Tyra Tryin' to untie her tubes when I'm diggin' inside her A rider, startin' drama in this b**h If you a famous rapper then your momma is a b**h I'm tryin' to get dissed so I can spit that hardcore You n***as got it backwards but still it's raw war I'm finna start spittin' at innocent lyricists I'm finna start dissin', any n***a spittin's my arch-nemesis I'm finna barge in and just rip n***as apart The minute I start spittin' venomous darts it's finna get dark in this b**h See from [???] I off em and start COB walkin' on his coffin Caution, you don't want my black heart to darken Sell your body parts at a black market auction [Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] When my heater unload lead, I'll leave you with no head Shots'll riddle your features, leave you leakin' on [?] I'll beat you until you feeble and sleepin' with broke legs Cause of what I'm inkin', they think I need to be on meds Code red, the COB's in the buildin' You know, the sh** that I'm on is colder than skis or a snow sled I been dreamin' of meetin' the beat with some beef so I can cleaver its meat and leave em deceased and feast off its cold flesh Carve "AD" in his forehead, leave a severed dome in his ho's bed Beef with me, go ahead, I'm lethal with or without the D Eagle And I keep them things in a pair of [?] And I squeeze them things, the [?] heat seek you And these emcees are squares for E equal Test me, get your lil kids kidnapped while your kids nap Get some ends and get back or get some limbs gift wrapped [Verse 4: Kenny] I'm tryin' to stomp a n***a's face in the concrete Punch a n***a like a time sheet Clock a n***a like a time piece But [?], that n***a still down like Jon B They don't know everytime these women want the truth, they be callin' on you Meanin' callin' on the Shoes, my long John be Comfortin' hoes at night like long-johns be Doin', like Ewing, my clique ain't gotta ring My bodyguard got a piece named Whitney that'll sing Put me in by the booth, bada boom bada bing Bars on fire like I'm writing inside the [?] Yeah, you as hot as me inside your dreams I'm f**in' this game forever, this is not a fling Really this is not a thing, dil*o sh** Your pussies kinda stink, real ho sh** You b**h should get a shrink, ill domed b**h Left my pen, dropped my pad, I don't feel homesick A stealth soldier, softly on surface my steeltoes tip My steel on hip and seal closed lips And kinfolk, you ain't built for this I've just noticed, this is no diss I'm real focused, you're real bogus I write quick as stenographers If I couldn't rhyme a verse, I'd date the daughter of a rich man and take him for all she's worth Make her take her momma's purse, then kidnap the daughter and get the cheese once I capture her like a photographer n***as think I'm peaceful cause Sieg's in the cut Call me Irish Spring, my bars clean n***as up Yeah me n***a what? I got that type of flow Since you like to pretend, act like you know No speakin' on the [?] These n***as are like [?] chicks on my dick when they need to get off I get lit off then But my addiction for pennin' is worse I can't quit, it's a curse I've actually written a verse since I've been spittin' this verse, I gotta carry a pen yo I digress, f** a cop like Harriet Winslow To all of you haters, I've become immune Grindin' on the clock cause we know our time's comin' soon Made about a hundred moves, sh** I could only fill you in on in the afterlife Too private like hermaphrodites You could be a saint but not half as nice We really who no one on the corner got swag alike [Verse 5: Crooked I] Out on them streets they put my life on the line Between these sheets they put my life in them lines Crooked designing these rhymes Givin' sight to the blind In the dark my recital will shine light in ya mind Like God cypher divine I'm a fight for my kind n***as...