E. Ville - 12/12/15 Freestyle lyrics

[Verse] Gotta watch, pop my top like a canned coke What this man wrote, if it's braille, make a hand smoke My lips rake them over coals when I spit praise As I risk take, stick stakes in their ribcage Just in case they're bloods**ers None other makes the dumb stutters and open like umbrellas Some sputter...and screech to a halt They break down, pressure low, seeking a pulse Doorknob dead, warning to get off my ledge Words is a furnace that's corn cob fed Probably won't understand, until I've done them in I missed this..hug the pen cause it's fun again My bars speak to hardcore noire freak I'm just a warrior, polishing his sword shealth Kick a flow until floor seeps The poor sheep, they're all raw meat, small beast, I'm off leash No surprise, my mind's eye like the open skies Throw a fit like a clothing drive Clean sweep like Cobra Kai, I should've broke his thigh The flow and I have a Bond like Golden-eye So deprived of the dope that I've spoken, right? Ovveride any code that these jokers tried They're like Eville's too ignorant save us My light is transmitted by a filament of anger Hooded, a little stranger, could've been a strangler Zilla, So Au, and Dilla is the greatest....later [Outro] And I could've bagged the hostess