Kyle Collins - BackRoom Freestyle lyrics

[DJ] Yo, they ain't ready for this one! Adam Quinn, Kyle Collins, Tito Lopez Backroom Freestyle Adam Quinn, let's go! [Adam Quinn] : VERSE ONE Let's get it poppin' like July four This the sh** they die for My only goal is they know my name And put on n***as that I ride for I as the leader of my city '06 punchline but I run this town like Diddy I'm off my rocker, I'll prolly spaz like Britney Back in '06, you'll prolly lose a kidney Cause I'm a urban legend and I got a hook like John Legend Always shout the place out that I'm reppin' sh** ain't been the same since 911 That's the day I realized there was no heaven Now I'm just a n***a tryna find his way October 28th, that's my birthday October 27th, I was still Tre Shout out to Alyssa cause she made me Quinn Shout out to my city cause it made me win Living life without a God so I daily Sin I live it, just like these f** boys hope to And this Ace of Spades got me turning up like Goku f** life, why this sh** don't come with guidelines Sin City, motherf**ing right it's my time I met a b**h the other day, she was a perfect ten The type of b**h you call wifey for you know her name n***a that's just how I'm living, yeah you know the game Still if I got Stixx with me, you'll get unchained Like Django, baby that's just how the game go Look, I found the angle, I'm perfect with this flame flow You lames know, f**er f** with me you know I got it Got a city wide debate about who the hottest They go Dizzy, Fresh Ave and Me Cause at any given time I will f** up a beat f** up ya sheets, motherf**er skeet skeet I'm hot in these streets motherf**er you weak And it's true bad b**hes come in pairs Something like, Something like my Jordan Airs No Dave Chappelle but I'm shouting out I'm rich b**h On Team Big Dick you ain't on the bench b**h Somebody tell Evelyn at Guess I'm the sh**, f**in' right, who would have guessed The boy no one ever noticed finally made it right And y'all can s** my dick, hell yeah f**in' right [Kyle Collins] : VERSE TWO Versatile veteran, varsity letterman, Uh This for my brethren in leagues that you never in, Uh Straight to the head I got music Excedrin, Uh I'm somewhere in between a Devil and Reverend, huh Musically, I mirror only the masters of making it Never do I fear a rapper, you ba*tards are faking it A conscious rapper I don't know who you got me mistaken with n***a who you debating with, I go ape in this This got everything a cla**ic need A ill beat, and the always cla**ic me Up is my only direction, music my only connection These b**hes like intersections, run through them into the next one I'm a blessing in disguise, no, I'm a effin' enterprise You must have been ill advised to think you was ill as I, n***a My n***a, don't get it twisted I could smoke y'all But I don't smoke, so I'm twisted off of my liquor And hi haters, you oughta listen to my latest 'fore you f** yourself over like vibrators Outrageous when I be spazzin' on tracks You Jasmines is wack, and you know it Need a hit, then I'm the one you should go with Don't blow it Sincerely [Tito Lopez] : VERSE THREE (yep, yep, yep) Now, from the looks of it most of you n***as lookin' sick Came in this game and took a sh**, what if I came and took yo sh** Y'all get paid to get f**ed, don't it s** to be on that hooker sh** Boy, I'm the only T to make black history since Booker sh** So check my net worth, I beat the odds With a strong network, sh** if my signal right I could prolly speak to God We the God's, I'm Zeus in this booth when I'm loose in this goose It hurt to spit the truth, don' bit my lip and don' loosened my tooth Foot on the gas pedal, holding on to my sanity around these cowards Like flowers hold on to last petals (???) In a gla** house, they throw they last pebbles And go run and hide their hands like they're cast metal But see me though, grew up watching 'Casino' Couple holes in the desert where all my problems will be though Pa** the shovels n***a, what (x3) Underdogs n***a, G.P.T T.I.T.O