Lloyd Banks - Young & Reckless Freestyle lyrics

[Verse] Day of the reckless out, disrespecting they old heads Clowns will f** up the party, k**ers to paint the snow red [?] I done set the bar so high my nose bled Your favorite rapper out [?] my microphone dead Hood razor for dreamy eyes I need my safe my TV size Tune in, my sh** designed for 3D minds Bitterness stains never ignore the [greasy signs?] Almost always a cryptic message in between the lines It's obvious, I spot the vibe with eagle eyes The way n***as is tellin', you would think it's street legalized I always left it all on the record You hear the needle cry Lovely reaper buzzy seagal unf**ed with kilo Don't be a dick rider, clique hoppin', shoe shiner Ass kissin', mask switcher, momma should've tube-tied ya I'm dropping j**els by ya Sk**'ll keep the room lava Any day you lose your seat, take your sh** with a screw-driver That artist got a cold writer behind that verse you like Which really means there should be another name on your merchandise [?] pounds of [green?] [?] I flew a purple twice Duckin' from the copy cats, monkey mornings, and circus nights Show respect, ain't another flow on earth this nice Mind ya f**in' manners, misunderstandings ain't worth your life I pride myself being driven, feel like I wanted more Chip on my shoulder three times, I turned an eight to a twenty four Ride through the neighborhood you hear stomach roar Where n***as bite the bullet for 6 and then d**h comes in 4s Runnin' the tally up, you should check out the summer scores It's stuck on a low stat level, I'm up 100 floors Multiple k**s by the sick-o They lock my pen away The n***a with the punches and fly kicks and MMA Money make an attitude My style reflects the avenue From housing checks to pa**ing pools I'm miles away from average moves Fools out here trickin' like the professor My valuables talk to me when I lift them up out the dresser like "sh** on these n***as, give you my word I protect you Failures gon' shine like the teacher, they don't even deserve the lectures" Kick the illest n***as you've heard and throw 'em together Won't compare to the [?] here like convertible weather All them years of work I made back to choose and victimize like thorns crushing your [fav?] platinum crucifixion My dawg [?] he done got used to prison Never home, just visiting, my platoon is different Home to many style should charge a group commission Knock out in the [border?] room, cook up in the super kitchen