CJ Fly - Rosenberg Freestyles lyrics

[Intro: Peter Rosenberg] Real late Hot97 Joey Bada$$, Pro Era in the building Turn it up a little bit Dominican Drew [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$ (Peter Rosenberg)] I said I go in, everytime I'm rollin' Gotta roll a swisher, style never switch up Came back through said Joey 'bout to be the new mista On top of the game, n***a The finishers on the turn buckle these n***as can't get it Said I burn these brussels then I'm out What's the amount (Sprout) sprout [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] Uh, check it out, I woke up in the mornin' Like God damn I'm yawnin', I always be mournin' Cause I'm always thinkin' 'bout another homie gone 'n Every time I come through yo Tryin' to get the money, tryin' to get the green Gotta do it right, represent for the team You know the Beast Coast sh**, you know the f**in' movement b**hes always know I be smokin' on the Cuban That's just how I do it, got flow like fluids Every time I move it, b**h play like, they move it move it I don't really know, said I'm tryin' to catch a flow down On the low down said Polo, low down Always on the sunrise, you see it in my eyes Always gotta get high and I get fly Pa** it off to my n***a Fly one time One time, one time [Verse 3: CJ Fly] U-N-I 7 my style and you know I spit it wild Every time I've been spittin' the illest sh** since a child They don't know how I kick a flow When I got a different ho every time I walk into a different do' I don't even know I'm still broke Tryin' to get my eats up and you know I know nothin' but What I learned in the school and sh** And you know I always do it Chillin' with my f**in' Jewish n***a [Verse 4: Kirk Knight] With my f**in' Jewish n***a Me and ? tryna k**-k** 'em with them Jewish ? Still checkin' up my longevity here I got long hair, little bit of dread but don't no fear Don't hold no fear when I'm just comin' You know it's the mic check of the Gods It's the God, I been grindin' since a n***a was a little toddler If a n***a try to get it, you can't f**in' squall him [Verse 5: Joey Bada$$] Mic check, mic comin' I don't really know should I get it and I'm runnin' Freestyle off of the top These n***as on drop like a bunion Came back through so they can't tell him nunchin It's sumchin get yo b**h I don't really know said the mic might switch And I just might flip Cause when the mic hit record, that's my k** switch n***as don't knows said Switch up the tempo And I'mma switch it in my temple And adjust your treble Yo yo yo yo yo yo I said I k** these instrumentals cause I'm mental in the mental You n***as can't get with another extraterrestrial Flow or celestial though, I don't really know I'm just tryna get back to it You see just how I do's it, keep this just lucid Always got the light like ? when I'm showin Always got the show when I prove n***a you gon' lose, if you try and f** with my crew Pro Era n***a, no better n***a Know that these n***as can't see our cheddar n***a They gotta get they eats up, they get beat up If they ever try to look at like we stuck I don't really give a f**, n***a I be flee You see me, these n***as always bitin' me Bitin' my swa*k, n***as bitin' my steeze So f**in' blessed that I just might sneeze Cough bu*ton [Verse 6: Kirk Knight] Hit the cough bu*ton real quick But yo, check my style, why they bitin' my steeze My n***a please, I just had to hit my n***a STEEZ up You know I had the trees up in the back up And in the back and in the bacchan*lian Smokin' up Backwoods, that's how I used to do And you know my n***a Chuck, he's a Grenadian too And I threw a grenade because we drop bombs in the stu' Like yo, and you know I got the demo tapes I'm blowin' up heads when any these n***as try to integrate Yo, check it, my style's crazy, since a baby I been a wild child Since a baby, since the '80s my n***a [Verse 7: CJ Fly] They wanna kick it with the Pros, but they all got bunions Choppin' up the trees, would've thought it's Paul Bunyan Yeah I'm on a roll and you know the pros tumblin' If you give me the ball, you know I'll never just fumble it And I just, yeah we runnin', yeah I just kick the flow And you know just how it goes when you kick it with the Pros And you do it from the top, you know just how we rock When the beats they always drop, Joey tell 'em what you got [Verse 8: Joey Bada$$] I said, yo, I'm so Brooklyn, came back through with the lumberjack n***as ain't even know how to act I'm the sh**, said I act like a plumber act n***a gotta get your plumbing back Because we flushin' it up on the f**in' royal flush n***as don't know, said they get f**in' coiled up If they try to get my lines, n***as can't even press, hit rewind When the press hit you know it's on time Right on time, n***a check your issues, n***a check your issues n***a these n***as cryin', n***a get your tissues Don't give a f** [Verse 9: Joey Bada$$] I said, who got the pot roll it up I'mma smoke You see me come through on a ho Everything that I spit is f**in' dope Check this sh**, so fresh no soap Got bars, no bell Every time I come through n***a no jail Just got this sh**, no sentences n***as know I be represent this sh** Beast Coast motherf**in' bedren, reverend n***a 'til forever then Always got the motherf**in' top [Verse 10: Kirk Knight] Yo yo yo, comin' from the top And you know I had to come from the top Wait hold up If you a Brooklyn n***a then I got the black Tim and hoodies These n***as tryin' to get me down like it's f**in' goodie But I don't care cause I'm 'bout to steal your goodies And I been ? since a n***a was a, hold up [Verse 11: CJ Fly] My flow is odd, yeah you dudes is soft And I been goin' off since I been in charge Been the captain Ever since I'm steppin' in a n***a kept on rappin' And you know there's n***as talkin' sh**, I get to clappin' Never start, never ever stop And you know I always go and my n***as they got the Glock Let it pop [Verse 12: Joey Bada$$] Who got the pot? Who got the pot? CJ Fly, Kirk Knight, Joey Bad Who got the pot? Who got the pot? CJ Fly, Kirk Knight up in the spot Who got the pot? Who got the pot? I said yo, uh I said I'm lookin' for some reefer f** my f**in' teachers Told me I would never be nothin' f**in' either Now you see me on the radio spittin' ether Came back through, said these n***as check the sneakers Nice kicks daily, you see how I be Fresh sh** baby, know just how I lead [Verse 13: Kirk Knight] Know just how I lead And you know it's the Creeper k**in' up the steez Hold up, yo And if you're checkin' in my hydroelectricity and my bonds You know that's just how I do it, that's my chemistry Me and shorty got a little chemistry, word is bond And you know my bonds is f**in' entities Everybody say you gotta check my f**in' entity I been freestylin' since a baby, check me That's that '90s sh**, that's some '90s n***as We the 90's clique, f** you talkin' 'bout? [Verse 14: Joey Bada$$] Yo, I said check me ?? ACT or a Regent On my testes, these n***as just can't test me Like a ACT or a Regent n***a we some legions flying over your region Next season, came back through Said n***as get seasoned if they got beef You see it in my teeth, said I just keep flossy Came back through, Pro Era team bossy [Verse 15: CJ Fly] Got so much bars that you might need bail me Shouts to my English teacher cause that b**h failed me I don't even care cause I spit them hot bars And I got a nice broad and we riding nice cars Yeah, I'm tryna be a mutha-uckin night star Shining in the sky, and you know the light raw It's always up in my head, I'm feeling like Thor You know I, need to go home, and feel like a who*e I got a, couple b**hes with me they tryna roll up And you know I pa** it to my Pro cause he tryna buck Tryna what [Verse 16: Kirk Knight] And I'm tryna fu- And I'm just tryna, hold up You hear the desperation in his voice, had to close his eyes Just to enpision, envision a Rolls-Royce I'm sorry that I messed my line up Rosenberg got a n***a sweatin on side doe I don't really care doe Had the long hair doe since a baby I don't care Cuz I'm crazy and you know I'm a wild child and from the Let me stop saying that because it's kinda crazy You know it's kinda lame how I'm sayin It's the Fool's Gold stick up [Verse 17: Joey Bada$$] I said Boot Camp Clik come through with the Timbos Joey hop on the flow simple I might pop like pimples Said I get right in tune with the tempo Then I spit it from the temple, from the mental From the noggin, the sh** is not a problem These f**in' bloggers always got a problem Tell 'em s** my dick I don't give a f**, said I just hit the piff Get lifted with yo b**h Always on the mic when I pre-exist Coexisting in places, hitting different faces These n***as tell me that I'm racist Just cause I replace they faces, different ones every day They get adjacent, then I'm out the f**in door You see me, rolling on ya f'in who*e Do this sh** so freely, n***as wanna be me [Verse 18: CJ Fly] BedStuy, home of the original ill spitters BedStuy, home of the original ill spitters Chucktown, home of the original ill spitters BedStuy, home of the original ill spitters I've been kicking these verses since I been in a hearse b**h Dead like a zombie but you know I got a hommy on my body And I don't even know what to say And you know I got the home and you know I'm gon' spray I don't know Pa** it to my homie Kirk cut, he flow Bugging up, I'm f**ing up, I'm nice I know And you know I'm dimming down the lights real low Cause I just found myself the nicest ho [Verse 19: Kirk Knight] I said regulate homie yo stasis man my bucket's low Everybody said that a n***a what's bucket's low I don't give a f**, let me stop sweating this sh** Let me just say it right, you I'mma f** yo b**h I'm 'bout to go in and yo, [ain't gonna check my H-O?] And everybody said you know he had a little ego Now n***as tryna get him with that crazy flow and I go And then the beat change but I'mma still flow, uh [Verse 20: Joey Bada$$] I said yo, my gift is my cursive I hit the verse no curses Never rehearses, I just disperse this Tryna get the purchase without ya mama purses You know how I do this sh**, reimburse it And then I'm back in it, you see me Pro Era crew roll through you city with the black van it be tinted [Ritty?] in the driver seat CJ roll shotgun with the shotgun n***as don't want it, I come through pop one n***as gon' be blunted, every time you see me I'm like Pac's son, I'm chilling in Pac Sun I got the f**ing sh** said they try to drop one But they could never drop me or box me n***as get so f**ing co*ky I don't give a f** I'm like Rocky No A$AP, talking 'bout the n***a in the ring You see me, radio, ding I do my f**ing thing I do this sh**, one f**ing ring That's what this rap sh** earned me, it deserve me They could never burn me, see it is my turn see To put it on my map for my f**ing city Do it for eternity, you know I gotta keep it gritty I keep it high, sadity, when I'm in the sh**, no biggie Do this sh** with no Diddy And I'm still gon' get my shine, n***a no really You see I do this sh**, hahaha, effortless n***as don't know, said I been a f**ing Beast Coast resident More like the president, see this sh** and it's definite Said I approach the mic with some elegance [Verse 21: Kirk Knight] I'm a Beast Coast veteran n***as try to get him like a brethren If you catch me, you can catch... That sh** changed again I'mma keep freestyling, I don't give a... [Break: CJ Fly] Word, word, word, word Kirk Knight start it up (Kirk Knight start it up) Yo, I know how we should start this off perfectly I said who wanna cypher in the room tonight Grab the mic everything is gonna be alright I said who wanna cypher in the room tonight Grab the mic everything is gonna be, Kirk Knight! [Verse 22: Kirk Knight] Said, since a little baby I ain't gon' front n***as said I'm real crazy, hold up I said, if I check it in my electro bonds And n***as try to get my down like it was, bombs But n***as try to catch my style, I don't give a f** And you know a n***a had that big Tonka truck And you know I always been f**ing up But then a n***a started f**ing up And now I'm living higher in that Tonka truck If... [Verse 23: Joey Bada$$] Yo, I see this sh** in retrospect Yo b**h get swiped like that Metro get Through my city, on the bus She wanna like my bust, and act kitty Do that sh**, it's a must I don't eff with b**hes that's musty You see me, I like all my womens custy and busties Something like [Verse 24: CJ Fly] I got the finest sh**, yea I spit that diamond sh** Yea I'm always shining b**h and I got the rhyming with My noodles - and you know I spit it And you know I always doodled on the paper when I write my verses Never spit it and you know I spit it in the person And you know I never go on radios and never cursing Blur it out, uh, slow it down, uh We got the pot, yo, let's burn it down [Break: Joey Bada$$] Let's burn it down, let's burn it down Let's burn it down, let's burn it down Let's burn it down, let's burn it down Let's burn it down, let's burn it down [Verse 25: Kirk Knight] Ayo, I can't front I'm in a daze every time I ?? And I don't care cause you know it's just different day All up in my English cla** just tryna get paid Tryna get my gold figure, gold finger when you get in my way And I don't care cause a n***a been a crazy style From the block to the block from the top to the top If a n***a got top one more time I might just bust But it don't really matter cause I got a bluff bus Everybody says that shorty is a health nut But I don't care cause shorty just want a health nut And if I can't freestyle off this sh** again I don't really cause you know I'm 'bout to ?? (Kirk Knight!) [Verse 26: Joey Bada$$] Shorty want a health nut, shorty want a shelf nuts She tried to cuff me, I said b**h you bugging I don't give a f** said I go up on this sh** You see me how I do I said chilling with my clique Not Boot Camp, but we get the root my man We smoke roots then we out on the stoop We come back through we spit the truth We move in cahoots with yo b**hes, rap flow malicious [Verse 27: CJ Fly] You know this how we do it The Pro Era crew be the illest and the newest The beat ending out so I'ma... [Break: Joey Bada$$] Can we put some Pro Era in ya ear Put some Beast Coast in ya ear Can we put some Pro Era in ya ear Can we put some Beast Coast in ya ear Can we put some Pro Era in ya ear Start it off Fly, Beast Coast in ya ear Can we put some Pro Era in ya ear [Verse 28: CJ Fly] Said we were just a couple kids like the Brady Bunch Styles were miscellaneous, cats taking, speeding in the lane with us Favorite line of quotes you can hang 'em up You straight what's up, I don't know I wrote a statement cause It was state and just, how homie he was faking tough So I gave him lumps, beat 'em up broke his jaw he claimed he got jumped Got on an orange suit, it hurts to see my mans in cuffs It goes to show just how these Brooklyn streets were dangerous n***as ain't playing son, come around shining it's that timing When things get violent, I ?? whenever they violent That's why my style been ?? unless they want the Shaolin I came into this game and ain't no one to make my plate [Verse 29: Joey Bada$$] Hit my plate, can we put that Pro Era in your ear? I said yo, I'mma hit it like this I'mma hit it like this, I'mma hit it like this Ain't no reason to doubt this Be that beyond reasonable doubt sh** Rap Genius, check the account for vouchers We outchea, ? these out chairs No donor from higher powers cause no clique is high as ours n***as think they...they ain't with it You can't rep the flow if I ain't say that you with it If you with it, then you know that who's really Runnin' this rap sh**, n***as caught in a rapture These n***as is just actors who shoot out on film Set up on your reel, cannons'll blast ya for real n***as not tryna see it with the sk**s Kirk Knight help a motherf**in' Pro for real [Verse 30: Kirk Knight] From the block to the block, keepin heaters son Like the chromosomes losing ends, the sale's gone wrong All I see is D boys tryna hold it down While I'm in the lab tryna take the crown Puffin loud, puffin on that one time I don't wanna see ya coughin At most fear till I hit the f**in office Sign me up then I'm off this I'm tryna be a prophet I done heard these n***as lost it Hold up, I'm so far, lounging back, I'm so far n***as tryna sensor me out like SOPA But the sensor been so off, observe through the scaffolding Make n***as throw the towel in... [Verse 31: Joey Bada$$] Lookin' at popular colored faces Observing what my brothers faces in all races Lost in generations before hatred See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs But keep it sacred G, f** a rat race, we take the Cheese, jack cheddar from the make believe Break the trees on they eighth CD, rocking the red and black Lumberjack faithfully, I'm a Brooklyn n***a, basically I grind with the grimiest Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas And vultures, don't worry what a verse will cost ya From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya I'm gonna spark it off unorthodox Won't sign to no major of no wager Less than a 3 million offer off the top I'll be in a box with my coughin' drops, why settle for a Office spot? n***as don't always make it off the Block, unless they extort rocks or support the cops They still snitchin' - let me guess: that's your mannequin? Leave ‘em shook while you're standing and quit the shenanigans Have you panicking, induce damages ‘til you're vanishing Words or tour probably resort top see examinin' This is for my real hip hop fans and ‘em I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC's in the post mortem