Frank151 - Mr. Man Freestyle (Frank151: That Grown Man) lyrics

Frank151 ft. Mr. Man - “Mr. Man Freestyle (Frank151 - That Grown Man)” [Produced by [?]] [Verse 1: Mr. Man (AKA Mr. Khaliyl)] I keep y'all Monkeys on the run like white men with black guns I'm the cause of the cause. You just a reaction Most of y'all are straight actors, never see action Some'll call us “the chosen.” I'ma be that one I'll stay thorough with the flow that's one of a kind. I'll burn Ten of y'all hundreds of times with one of my lines Took it there ‘cause I'm the only one that's bringing it back Your beats and rhymes are sh**ting and wack. Now give me that plaque You ain't a k**er. You a ho for the skrilla My Brooklyn mens is gorilla. It gets no realer You steady telling packs of lies. My crew Step up game, project, aim, and maximize You're a handicapped pantomime. You can't dance or rhyme I'll have your floating in the wind like a dandelion Trying to blame your dime, fall on everyone else I ain't hating on you. n***a, you hate yourself So what I got to do to prove my point to y'all? sh** is stagnant. All arrows point to y'all I understand you think it's not your fault, so I'ma clear it up One and for all ‘cause you're dropping the ball Trying to play both sides of the fence, you ain't real Knocked the whole sh** down—now it's open field We was born to hit the block running and we ain't looking back I brought my peoples with me—yo, where Brooklyn at? What you looking at? Cut that sh** out Before somebody grab you by the tongue and cut that sh** out Right word can't fit in your mouth. That's a flag On the play—you know the penalty: we kicking you out It is what it is, so why try to fight it? My squad play the field. Your field team play outside It's Mr. Man and Frank151 Fly like the bullet, I'm the son of a gun Come on