Crooked I - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Theme song to my supplier, plays in the key of a ki, I'm like a messiah Crossed with the Wire, rapping around the Boardwalk Empire Who brought their Bibles? This the Christ chapter I'm sick enough to take my life then take your life after Don't take me light or play me light, we two of the same God melted the Rubic's cube into fluid and threw it into my intuitive brain I'm eating food for moving music in the gratuitous lane Been through twice, now I'm running through until I'm through with the game You can find me under a black cloud, I'm a dark star Only thing I hate worse than a mark is a marked car I climb mountains like Marvin Gaye and Tammy Terrell You could put a face on my style: it'd be Samuel Ca**ell's I switch the fire up like I am a tranny from Hell What I got in my hand right now will remind you of Stanley Burrell Cause it's the hammer, the cannon, you can dance with the shells My pet peeves are granny panties and planning to fail I'm a heavyweight, I'm catastrophic When I set it like Farenheit 911, meditate 'til the Levees break I tar and feather featherweights until my 'fetti straight The Mac 11 to crack your melon and give your a** spaghetti face You ever looked inside some dying eyes? You'll see surprise and realize there's no denying God When was the last time that you heard that the "I" in "try"? Ryan vibes like cyanide, I am proud To say that I've evolved, there's only one "I" in defying odds Small-time areas, parishes, everytime the giant cries Who y'all respect is probably cross-dressing Your favorite MC can probably find hisself, vibing to my Lost Sessions I'm legendary [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Check it, They asking bout my well being, well I been fine I just did some sets of 50 on the incline I don't do the games, but if I happen to be into one Burner to his melon, just my version of temple run They tell me im crazy, they say that Joe's off But I ain't tryna rap wit new ideas using old thoughts The whole premise of they argument is so forced So what that say for you, if you concluded that wit no cause That's just some lil truth for you no it alls n***a I can roof a bowling ball I make a mirror change his point of view And won't always show wit his face depends on who its pointed to Now a bunch of groupie n***as want to join the crew Models want to join the pool, it's funny what some coins will do My regular s**'ll be a p**n to ya'll Its wierd since I never f**ed none of my friends p**no stars Wait..Forgot about that night up in the fountain blue Decapitate that other bar, head I wasn't counted dude When its normal for you, you ain't gotta play to win Im more concern with how, uh (breath) I took a break for a sec, I'm done chilling Thought I lost my hunger, kind of had this numb feeling Haters say I'm wack, paint me as this one villain But I'll be nice longer than they gon be unwilling n***a! Now I'm only chasing bills hard You won't understand it 'til you face the right pill charge Worry free cause my lawyer get it crunk Told me i'd get time serve without ever hitting a bunk I dont bother with a Glock Or haven't since I parted from the block But if duke talking crazy then he'll do it to a cartridge full of shots Find his body in a river down in Austin won't matter if his father is a doc [Verse 3: Crooked I] So many n***as wanna come after Crooked And let a couple of b**hes spin me around Like I'm a featherweight not knowing that I'm heavyweight Smith & Weston dick make you elevate and levitate When I regulate I hit the streets like I never ate (Censored line, fill if you know) Wouldn't hesitate to strap a time bomb to myself And hug you untill it detonate You six feet im eleven-eight And if I told you once, I told you twice I hold the gun so precise so run n***a run Soldier come, cold as ice so hold your tounge Go roll the dice, get done when I come Im a poltergeist Im spilling venom as quick as a cobra strikes k** him and k** him again n***a stole your life, should have known the price n***a that hold the knife to your throat and slice And then I'm creeping by, dipping the glat And the reason I'm, gripping the gat Is to go braap braap, then your people die n***a blink your eye I'll put you on your back quicker than that Somebody tell me whats sicker than that Coward n***as need to get rid of that ridiculous sack When I give you the dick im flipping you back Like Dominique Dawes, you won't be flipping no different than that I'm from the S-L, A-U, G-H, T-E-R, H-O, U-S-E.. waah [Verse 4: Joell Ortiz] You listening to the drug spitting cartel All our arms swell cos' we excercise with barbells Bar none we the best you got bars well Toss bars, we'll treat you like them bikers in a Bronx tale You chasing hood rats who underarms smell Me I get drunk and R.Kell' a blonde bombshell Let them know who the Yoawa is Take the chicken head to Nandos then pluck her on the tower bridge I'm running round the world with my team Cheese stacking and you really hear Ortiz bragging But for so long, they had us in a box So last week I hit the lot and bought a brand new G-Wagon Can't drive it cos' I'm still touring Im still (?) like a real morman Today we in the UK, tomorrow we still here But Friday we parler francais See the world through the eyes of a pie Flip a pi-rate ship, but turn favourite rap guy ripper So you can keep forming rapper squads But you gon' have a hard time tryna' keep up with the Mathers mob And release these beastly hordes on your CD stores Why you tryna (?) you like CB4 See me on your tv, or hear me on your radio Spitting hot-dog is Nathan all you weinys soft I'm an alien, I came here on a meteor My meteoric rise got you wife licking my wee-wee off Im just having fun on Radio 1 Now im done, nothing left for the radio won