Peter Rosenberg - Real Late Freestyle 2 (Feat. Flatbush Zombies) lyrics

(Verse) I’m real silly with it, real witty with it Grab the kitty watch it wiky wiky Got my spliffy, I been a Benz punamy Your p**y poundin, it’s on to the next Live from the underground, deep the sound Wild motherf**er, golden shmow Tryna stay level headed, ho sh** down Walk around, no crown, champion bound Flatbush raised me, the drug game paid me Yo b**h I’m blazin and smoking in the same speak Buss up in her mouth piece, n***a there, no seats Beast Coast, we been here, permanent ink Flow got the choppers, pop yo partners, fill em up like ampinatas Young man, any given day could be yo last Elevate yo mind, intertwine visions from the sky sponsored links Zombies never die, we multiply Told you, multiply (Verse) Told er don’t be shy, multiply like the chronic Shawty left my fingers sticky like the onyx I am automatic trigger, happy I am n***a Nappy digger, savvy so you rappers don’t hara** me, I would rather you just pa** me by Bar side, that-a-way, f** my n***as gotta say? I know I kept you waitin, articulatin my gamma ray Brain storm, 8 arms, lead this generation New school, I’m elevate on, help with nathon n***a Fall like dominoes and somehow the best to k** The truth nobody knows Coming as the abyss, is it truth is it myth? You got a fetish for humour? I f** around with yo b**h Tell er kinetic powers if the world was ours I would seek the honest, I am off the island All I see is money multiplying like a motherf**er You’re a blood s**er, we known to hustle Love to bust so uh Why yo broad’s touchin the plain clothes don’t bother me no more Got em all in the law, have you chit checking yo jaw n***a raw, I told you before we set it off So of course is this confrontation then I must ruck it off Uh, well I guess it’s my go Aye, well I guess it’s our go (Verse) Every bar raise the bar, I perform holocaust All aboard man, my cup done runnin forth As I pour I make sure I give yall that rugged roar I mention them d** and who*es, they’d crucify me for sure But a cross on my back will not detour me From the road to the riches and the diamonds For surely, young black Gotti Due to nature we naughty, the mysterious fall from imperial perfection Be the minimal, grab my thoughts and commit my who walk in the holy Pyramids, at least he got my spider senses tinglin Balm a** weed got me higher than Corey light or crashin in some buildians Eyes low like Clint East when you’re filmin this Coke and some rum, now she feelin me Coke and she numb but she feelin it, big chief Meech Smoking like a chimney, tab on my tongue deflecting negative energy I think I figured out why they k**ed pops, thinkin Kennedy But I keep that on the down low like half of the industry 3 foreign chicks in my bed and they tend to em Under the sheets it’s more legs than the centipede And my penis the centrepiece You mean b**h I been the beast Beast, what’s beast a one? Think you can see the sweats in this beast Live in the east and you feast, opposite don’t leak My flow is very unique, my hair is crazy as me FU, NYC, we hold it down for you They can rhyme, Zombie But I’m a rhymer, Zombie That ain’t rhyme but I’m a rhymer (Verse) Fresh out the great, bloody money, money great Bong grips, 4 AM, feelin born again Look at him, I look at I, as I drop 3 times Two more drops on each eye, feellin like I can’t fly No R Kells but I don’t mind, she’s 17, she get the pot I’m martial artist, I’m really savage and I beat the coup, call it gymnastics My song tragic, my flow has it Them girls love the co*ky like they love the molly k** em all kamikaze, C4 strapped to my body Pow! Wuddup? You suicidal bro? Damn right!