Ghostown - Focused Freestyle lyrics

J Formz: Formz! Yup! One hand in my pocket dog, it don't matter, I'm focused Man, I'm f**in' focused. Nobody's stoppin' me now son. It's a brutal take Over right here, that's what this sh** is son. Yo check this freestyle real Quick though son...Yo, Ghostown, Ghostown, Ghostown, listen... [J Formz] Here again, heat again, bring your men, bring a friend You think you gon' beat me!? Think again Takin' years to make a track, take your raps back, whack as f** I'm comin' forward at you, and you still backin' up You call that whack a** sh** you doin' rappin' son? Treat your career like a condom commercial, wrap it up It's hard to listen to commercial rap now a days Most these rappers spit bullsh** cause they cash is (Ca**ius) like Clay But I got somethin' to say, I'm bringin' the game back The only thing you bringin' to the game is just plain whack Better smoke some better sh** before you get on a track Cause if you ever try and come at me like that, it's a wrap I'll give you an organic experience with my Herbals Cause my Essence is all about superb verbals I'm k**in' 'em with rhymes So I know damn well if I keep spittin', these cats is gon' feel 'em in time So I'm spillin' the rhymes, 'til they feelin' the rhymes But I know haters is gon' feel 'em and lie Keep they feelings inside cause they think they real when they lie But these cats is so fake they don't drop a tear when they cry These cats is now b**hes cause I'm stelin' they pride Actin' hard but I could see the fear in they eyes Me battelin' kids is like a broken watch, I'm wastin' my time Cause if your name was Coolio you couldn't have a Dangerous Mind I'm gettin' sick and tired of these fake a** f**s I guess I have to knock you out to wake your fake a** up I spit crazy rhymes you never felt before I'm so hot, if I stood in hell, I'd probably melt the floor Don't front kid, your crew's major fake When I come through you break out like a teenagers face What's good with mother f**ers poppin' all this sh**? His boys could step up, I'm poppin' all his clique You never heard a kid that was quite all this sick You couldn't walk in my shoes despite all my kicks So don't talk it if you walkin' around without 'em Cause everything I spit's Real Talk, like Fab's album J Formz: Yeah! So what you got to say after that!? You mother f**ers is Silent now, you f**in' speechless son. J Formz, Ghostown, FD, Cig, Ceza, Yoshi You know how we doin' this son, takin' over the whole f**in' Island son G-Town, out!