Dirty Sanchez - Pitchfork Selector Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Joey BADA$$] First of all, Mr. Cooper On these beats you need to make it feel more super We need it like duper MF DOOM or Lord Finesse? Don't know Come through bring the f**ing floss to your chest It's too much flaws in this sh**, not even my style I'm the type to might go wild, the golden child From the BK borough, this sh** is not thorough I don't like this beat Make another one tomorrow [Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez] The room smell like buddah so light up some incense And I'm worried about my future ‘cause my past was intense Now a guys careers buzzing, cuz they think he's insects Pair of mid cla** b**hes, have em cummin in s** But they ours, sweet dreams, smoking sours, picking white b**hes like flowers, gave Kelly a golden shower With an R im over your head like I'm on to the next These b**hes is f**ing me over and over again [Verse 3: Chuck Strangers] You can me Chuck but it's Charles to these hoes The only f**ing stranger that everybody knows Man, life's great Me and my n***as fresher than ya Kicks on release date, for Pete's sakes, we in it We told a friend to tell a friend now that strangers sh**'s a trend Not a lifestyle or a movement, just some plans That we drew up, used to be Che, but I grew up Now meet Chuck Strangers, the motherf**ing screw up [Verse 4: Joey BADA$$] Once and again, it's the flow on the check-in When I come through and I step in, gotta get the Wessun This Beast Coast sh** that I be reppin' But you know I do it one time for my brethren Never peep a flow second I come off straight the melon n***as got the sh** to tell ‘em, they tried to tell him They tried to erase them off the tomb But they see us and we racing with the j**els [Verse 5: Kirk Knight] Checking my chakras, it's total silence Just watching, my mind extends Thoughts cause what you call corruption But a temple keep you sane I'm sayin' I don't think I can live life this way Where I got to ask my homies for gats instead of homework would home work If life begins, I get lazy and I slip up Like a dick inside a condom when I'm trying to f** some p**y You are what you eat, but I swear, don't push me [Verse 6: ROKAMOUTH] Rap a**a**ins, cruising right past ‘em, no actin' All I hear is talking, see no action If you so hard, you ain't even know what happened Went and lost your rank just for f**ing with the captain, slackin' Now you just stuck up, stuck up in the past tense Absence… [Verse 7: Joey BADA$$] Ain't sh** fly unless I rock it, fly like drop kicks In co*kpits, Red Eye fly sh**, holding chopsticks Yo, weigh your options: it's either you hide your optics Or it's back to the block with your profit-less pockets And I ain't trying to be another hoodlum, cruel and gruesome Knew I'd be a big baller before I grew some Shooting on the cannon, been the last man standing Let me keep flowing, damn it You see I been the rhyme-slinging bandit I came straight through and the legends just handed me Say, “Yo, he the baby of the golden era” So you know I should know it's better When I come through, and born this way See I was born this way And these fiends they just mourn this way I get on in the morning and play [Verse 8: Chuck Strangers] You know how many joints we done sparked in Union Square Park? After dark, ashing joints out on cop cars My crew never gave a f** before Like Bush in ‘04, all we do is stay high sh** those was some good times and shout out to Dread ‘Cause, sh**, those was some good dimes And we still live it though our haters lives difficult Hate to see me winning we put our jeans behind our tongues Because you know us n***as winning [Verse 9: Capital STEEZ] And they already know who I been Third eye wide, they shouldn't let the flow right in, sh** Let him begin to blend in with the pen And cut through it like the sun in the wind, sh** I got them wavelengths on point, let's make shifts Mischief, causing a menace up in the basement Hazmatic aura, I'm not the one to play with STEEZ been tight with the flow since the slave ships I'm the savior; he's obviously gifted Trigonometry an*logies are twistin' the system 13 different dimensions And the rest get swept in quick [Verse 10: Dirty Sanchez] I could make it rain and they're open like umbrellas I'm flier than propellers; ain't sh** that you could tell us b**hes that like to whine, we throw ‘em in the cellar Give ‘em time to mature and hopefully they'll come out better Never promise marriage, still wetting the p**y I'm that high definition so you can't overlook me too Eagle eye, check the bird's eye view An evil guys since my third tattoo [Verse 11: Joey Bada$$] I could tell you what it is; I could tell you what it isn't Hop in turnstiles, but I ain't trying to go to prison I'm trying to earn a better livin' Ain't really asking for a lot By the age of 25, I'm just trying to be alive so I Speak my piece and sneak my trees [?] into the cup where the D's won't peep I might tell your chick what's up if the physique is sweet And if the head right, I'll be there every night [Verse 12: Chuck Strangers] f** school, I took a chance with show biz Now it's cameras where we go Shoot a video, pa**ing hydro to Roby Ro Car on cruise control, look ma no hands n***as rollin' my watch showin' You mad? It's too bad You stressed off them seeds in yo quarter bag? My prodies roll something that you wish y'all had [Verse 13: Joey BADA$$] Call it bags, before I couldn't afford the hash But now I got like 10 Porsche, what's the stash? Got the stash hidden. You see me? These rhymes is forbidden, this sh** is only when I get bitten Come out of battle with flea bites, you know my feed right n***as don't want it cause I'm that flea type And I be in the sky with Skyder Came back through, n***as tried to drink cider I don't know, let me get the flow liver The livest one, chillin' in Bedford-Stuyvesant They tried to pa** me the livest blunt Said, “How you ain't gone just shine this way?” Say, he the Sun God, so you know he had to do it one time [Verse 14: CJ Fly] Better check your specs cause you ain't seein me I spit that crack so it make sense Why I'm the negus who you fiend to be Trying to be like me you n***as Tweedledum and Tweedledee Flier than Tweetie Bird, tweetin' words from a cedar tree You see the G, no contest nor contestin' Nobody can test this, I'm not to be f'd wit' So f**in' with me, it shouldn't be on your checklist It's more like a d**h wish I'm just suggestin' that you jet quick to the closest exit Before you end up getting your head split