Hit-Boy - Somewhere in the Grail (Somewhereinamerica freestyle) lyrics

Dreamin of the late great j dilla. My n***a now whats realer uh Maybe an iller villa, but im done wit my ex now she callin me beat k**a Seat thrillers secretly love the mic in hand More purple hearts than a vikings fan Just pressed start but might quit Hit my x box now she dont like my band Talkin bout hip hop if u ain't kno Duckin her like rango Nah my jeans can't hang low But u kno that a n***a sang tho Takin last shots spike lee Worth too much to price me And am I leavin aleysha Ha b**h I might be! Wink my left eye to farewell Cuz my girl seein my fan mail Heard bars now they want the d I tell em to use they hand held Now im singin more and rappin less Quit smokin but I confess I still pay aleysha visits But my girl deleted her digits So sick wit a notepad they callin me the goat mad Freestylin be violent keep wildin n get your throat stabbed The apparitions mortician listens will have u hittin ghost man And stamp and stamp ya girl waitin for my package like a postman She love my delivery ups my chivalry Fallin for me like timber hot like embers in december Str8 test n***as runtime never hit em wit a dumb line Im like a blank paycheck they so shocked that im unsigned Sick wit ur who*e at hopkins for other reasons 2 more ho's wit her talkin merry tis the season Believin these tails to my sonic but like a comet Wishin on me never get a grant, scholars can't commit But vomit off of the pack and jack dani in a fanni pack Manni like degra**is back partyin wit my jimmy sack Break a leg for this, goin since i was dead broke When i was known for k**in like bones in a black cloak Hook: Hip hop only love me when my gang perform But she got more babies than lady rainicornn Screw a fate these things been mistakes Sin and hate mix like finn and jake Misses speights hates how the end relates And im showin n***as just how I can't bend the plates uh Knew im great but beginners fake Then I take what your winners make When its late they pretend to wait But im crossin new lines like im skippin states uh Collect it by the quart d**h here is a sport Im a kobe type of n***a winnin in both Courts Bein frank she wet as oceans Thinkin off hype still Created futures dnt produce but my n***a my mic will Im out chillin with ur spouse like why? She talkin but im quiet as a mouse then sigh Goin out the house like bye Yea I kno im fly I ain't lyin tellin hoes try But this will leave a chick kirkin see We ain't friends u just work with me Im not normally endin dreams But get burned 3rd DegreeIm learnin see once they think they earned the d Im dope they see locks but try to burn a key In some scrubs pigeons try to perch with me But if wifey see and youll be what she murkin b (HOOK AGAIN) Ain't ashamed to livin in hell And my n***a f** a jail Better be here than stuck in a cell I got enough bars in my holy graile