Sadhu - Give It Up Fast (Radio Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Yo, yo This is real hip hop Don't f** with us, this is real hip hop Yo, Mof Radius Mic check Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: Sadhu] I rap, for true hip hop listeners I stick, like Blistec sticks The mic's my column and spear that I be k**ing them with Number one contender in them rap rinks I move from day and night Shine bright like iced out wrists Colt 45's render times and a life of struggling Momma in demise, but I reminisce lies Middle school days, with the haze, getting bad grades Child services taking my mother's place It was a nightmare She made j**elry in the back of the crib living on welfare I remember hell's stare, when her eyes met mine Told me "follow the rules, and boy you gonna shine" So I shined from out of nowhere and nothing Since I was a youngin' Since '94, rising up to be something Reaching hip hop galore Making funky b**hes drop on the dance floor Implore the peace corps While momma waged war with the bottle Stuck in the trap door, tryna throttle Fast forward through life, she said "these times are so tight" Meanwhile, Lil' Jose getting in trouble and fights Breaking jaws, supporting six kids "like n***a what you waiting for?" "You've been living on welfare support your whole life" Try to recognize while I'm lyrically precise on the mic I'm magic on the mic like Magic Mike without the tights Turn this sh** into a cla**ic, like 'Matic, precise So what'll suffice? Perhaps the special spice to get your attitude nice I rhyme tight 'cuz my dome kicks that hip hop Glock Shoot a mother f**er down with the b-bop (Bop, bop) Back on the block, my dome bopping hip hop and it never stop 'Till I hit the curb, open the door of the grocery store Buy the dutch for the herb So as I splurge my mental, into instrumental utensils I scorch any fella, make they a**es turn lentil