Crooked I - The Shady Dynasty Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Jay Z] Nothing has gone as you predicted I move with biscuits, stop the heart of n***as acting too suspicious This is food for thought -- you do the dishes [Verse: Crooked I] Okay Food for thought you do the dishes I'm taking mental inventory as I manoeuvre through this business Keeping track of who pretenders, who relentless Who stupid and too pretentious to see That f**ing with me is uber senseless Don't let the j**ellery and the True Religions fool you I'm a product of Nas' It Was Written When the truth is spittin' the student listens My new commitment is to nuke a shipment Of n***as yelling they lyricists, you super ign'ant Bullet through the pigment I'm through predicting, rappers too restricted Even if I go wood, I still get green My rap is eucalyptic, I say what the f** I mean When the beat bump, I get pro-active But I never go commercial for the cream When I was flat broke this the vision I seen I had a dream and a shack like O'Neal versus Hakeem Now Eminem is the Rap God and Crooked is the verse Lord And Shady Records valeting you rappers' hearse at the first floor I'm stabbing you with a curved sword, slicing like an umbilical birth cord 'til all of your wounds are deep as the Earth's core ‘cause you f**ing up hip-hop and n***as making money they don't want make no waves but f** That I rap on a surf board, I'm gnarly, gnarly So they want me to weigh in on Lord Jamar & Yelawolf But Crooked from the ghetto, look I'd rather weigh in on Renisha McBride She was in a car accident her cell battery died She knocked on the door for some help But the person inside decided to load up his shotgun Shot her in the head, somebody daughter dead And, err, I really don't think your discussion is close Put it in a rhyme ‘cause my n***as don't read the Huffington Post They selling kush in the weed spot, nickels in a D spot 'Til they get locked and need a couple dollars on their green dot And me? I'm just realer than every rapper that seem hot I know they p**y homie, they ho' just showed me the screenshot But never mind them, let me speak into the speaker Staring at the studio walls, I'm really just reachin' for the ether When n***as say I'm the best they really just preachin' to the preacher If you not a fan of me now, watch how I seat you in the bleachers The beast of Long Beach, don't make me feed you to the creatures For the dough and cheese, the mo' Gs eat you like some pizza Eat you like a piece of quiche and leave you in pieces in the freezer The streets is opposite Jesus, it's all hail like Caesar That's why I keep a heavy squeezer! To cancel Christmas, Ebeneezer