Crooked I - Sweet Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] They talking to me like.. They talking to me, right? They saying.. [Verse 1] Ye shall be blessed if thou worketh So for fifty two weeks, I showed you my style perfect Once in a while, one of the realest n***as shall surface I'm C.O.B., plus I slaughtered all the house verses It's foul circus, I vow to hold it down It's my proud purpose When the crowd purchase my sound, make yours sound malnourished My mouth curses, please excuse the views Only four letter word I never use is "lose" Slaughterhouse headlines, yeah my crew's the news Domestic violence and pet names, yeah we abusing booths Better store the metaphors n***a, remember these similies So when you say you're better off yelling -- n***a, please By any means necessary I became legendary on the Internet It's like I screwed the computer And my next block is f**ing your desktop Like having s** with a secretary -- you get it, Jack? My intellect is a ball, brains given to me by teachers Who predicted I'd be homeless bumming a cigarette -- huh You got me mixed like the letters when a dyslexic send a text This is where my destiny interjects In the 'jects where the gats bang I'm fresh off B.E.T, but looking like I crack slang What up, homie? I think I'm living like the bosses deserve Cause I'm the C.E.O. of my balls and my word I'm burying beats in the cemetery dirt Abusing the music like the producers should've sent it to me first Tracks get shat on like toilets get sat on Beats get spat on, Long Beach hat on The top five, least I see myself inside Cause who f**ing with us -- "us" being me, myself, and I? Yeah, I'm sending rappers to the afterlife You arrogant cowards -- you a dick and a p**y, you a hermaphrodite I'm something soft in this game, that's what they acting like n***a, I'm from the gutter where a G.E.D. is a bragging right And some n***a named Marvin describes the appetite A sea on a horse, a hundred watt bulb That's my description when I grab a mic Cause I'm high as a satellite You haters get your chatter right Young'un, I been here a while I could've been a quitter a long time ago Bitter a long time ago But if success is a b**h, Crooked is gon find the ho She can hide, I'm seek her like "Eeny-miny-mo" Too many rap verbals around you dummies I'm like them rubber bands on a hundred grand I rap circles around you, money