I.G. Off - I.G. Off and Supernatural Freestyle (A Long Rhyme Coming: The 1999 to 2002 Sessions Pt. 1) lyrics

[Intro: I.G. Off and Supernatural] I.G. Off: Like h**ne. What? Ayyo, Nat, check this out. Yo, check this out. Yo Supernatural: Just, just, just to freak for Eddie Ill and the D.L. Wha-what? Yeah. Blaze, part [Hook: I.G. Off] We called it “Freestyle.” We took the “R” out Now it's “Feestyle.” You hear me, dawgs? We used to Freestyle. We took the “R” out Now it's “Feestyle.” You hear me, dawgs? [Verse 1: I.G. Off] Your whole world is gonna feel my pain. We the two Illest emcees off the brain. Y'all done heard about us Everywhere that y'all go. From the streets To the underground, to the studio. You could check The Apollo. You could check your wine bottle. You could check Your Philly. And, everywhere you go, gonna see me You gonna feel me ‘cause the whole world's gonna hear me I'll be the jury. I heard the streets was looking. I got Them scared to look. I got you open every time That we drop a hook. We leave y'all rap cats shook Titles will get took. We on the mic tonight Yo, we gonna set it off. Yo, Supernat, make it right [Verse 2: Supernatural] Now I'ma let y'all feel my play, I'm gon' explain Spit on the microphone and make it acid rain Now the first day that I stepped inside of this game I rocked a lyric off the dome and blew it straight out the frame From that point, everybody knew I had fame But there were saboteurs that were living inside the game Some of them came as snakes, some of them came as friends Some of them came as foes, but it all came out in the end Yeah, and now I know where I stand So I met I.G. Off and I'ma make him my man Put him on the right hand, move like contraband Yeah, brother. Yo, I travel ‘cross lands And touch Egypt sands. I started a prayer. When it Comes to lyrics off the dome, I.G. don't play [Verse 3: I.G. Off] No, we don't play. Yeah, you heard what he said He was the man who used to tour instead So now, as a mentor, he taught me a lot. So every Time we step on stage, it's platinum when we drop As far as that goes, I'm about to match Jordan rings Freestyle king—people say we kick nice things Drama we bring—in other word, ruckus. f** with me You'll see Timberland prints on cheeks and Chuckers We bring the bu*ters to decree we's the illest Y'all got to feel this, and, on the streets, we the realdest I can't conceal this. It's just freestyle ability The fact that we iller than you, that's versatility That same mentality ‘cause, me on the mic, y'all pale In comparity. Y'all can't f** with we So in S.M.E., you add the N-A-T Get on the M-I-C, rip it at the count of three Uh huh [Verse 4: Supernatural] Now this just a freestyle for a ill mixtape But when we spit it on, ayyo, we make the tape great Yo, brother, it's like eating off a platinum plate Ayyo, I'll blow the party up and then I skate You could say that it's a rhyme-by or a flyby It's Supernatural spitting. I was born a fly guy Yeah, I'll walk through. Used to peep Cooley High There were so many things in my life I wanted to try I dropped a couple tears when Cochise died Yo, I love fish in the pan when it's fried Yo, I like my hair knotty, don't f** with lye Every time that I could rock it, yo, I'm just too raw Baby pa on the side of me, yo. We got an academy Yo, grab the microphone, defy laws of gravity And this is tragedy the way we spit it off the dome I.G. Off, yo, bless the microphone [Verse 5: I.G. Off] Well, we Take it home like the Yankee ‘cause that's the only Yank that I be. I'll bring an amp on emcees I terrify and y'all don't wanna go after me Because I'm ‘bout to hit ya—check out the melody Now I bust you down with the fist like this You tried to f** around, can't hang with Chris McKenzie. Feeding frenzy like piranha, show my a** Like Madonna ‘cause I'll flow and act just like one wanna Bananas, I'll flow on your puss like piranha I'll eat you. On microphones, you flow, I'll defeat you I'll beat you. We shoot you. We win, we outdo ‘Cause, me and Supernat, our flow is long overdue What? [Verse 6: Supernatural] Yo, long overdue. Yo, part, I'm feeling you There were so many things that I really wanted to do But this career is in my heart, so I will pursue Until every dream that I hid in my mind comes true Now, every time I blast, bro, I'll start to zone There's somebody calling in on the Nat phone Yeah, every time that I rock it, I could see Yo, the phone, out of nowhere, yo, it started to ring “Hello, is, um, Supernat there? Yeah, it's a star Yo, I just got a call from Mr. A&R He said we gonna give you a diamond ring and a shiny car And all you gotta do is walk around and front hard And act like you're large—you know, play the role Yeah, you could say that I'm the Devil and I'm tickling your soul” This is how I feel. Yo, I had to flex my sk**s They didn't know how it felt to be locked on two-inch reels With s** appeal, yo, I got the raw deal Lot of cats said, “Natural's wack. He's over the hill” Or “run-of-the-mill” or “average with sk**s” Once you step inside the arena, your nugget's getting peeled [Verse 7: I.G. Off] Yo, Nat, I gotta ask you a question Now, take the average emcee who ain't have nothing He sat on the corner for years. His boys Always told him he was nice while they sat, drinking their beers He sat on the bench, started to think “I gotta get paid so I can have more to drink” He wants to go into the studio His boys left some dough so he can do a demo He can't wait to be on HOT 97 So Flex would play his songs from seven to eleven ‘Cause that's what we all anticipating But when you blow up, rappers be player-hating But y'all don't know the things that we gotta do We got bills in the house that's long overdue The telephone that I make calls on I do stages, so the bills is paid on And, in the studio, tracks is laid on I got sneakers for my babies, my moms I got to get her out to get ‘em. I used To smoke weed back and par metal Heh, I used to roll a long fellow But since I'm in UK, I'll roll it in a Rizla Get on the mic, damage, and sizzle ya We got freestyle flows that tickle ya Yo, Supernat, I think they're fickle, bruh Next on the microphone, bringing it up with bruh [Verse 8: Supernatural] Uh, yeah, bruh, bruh, that's right Every time that I'll be spitting it, you know that it's tight Now, these were a couple freestyles tonight Educating real rappers how to bless the mic Yo, we did it off the dome and we did not write Yo, we plugged the microphone and then we started to recite So don't forget about it, yeah, on the D.L Yeah, Eddie Ill. One time, so breaking intel Yo, put it all together if y'all can spell ‘Cause we rock this microphone, do that well