The Avid Record Collector - Freestyle (Outro) lyrics

[Intro] [Rise talking] Yo. Let me...let me. Avid. Sam yo...let me... I'mma tell 'em. I'm...just tryin' to explain...yo [Verse One] Just to warn you before I go on (I go on) I might disgust you more than you want (than you want) I might buck you or cut off your arm (damn, my arm?) Like, "n***a f** you." (Why?) Just for my song (oh) Just to warn you before I go on (I go on) I might disgust you more than you want (than you want) I might buck you or cut off your arm (I don't f**in' care) Like, "n***a f** you." (Why?) Just for my song (oh) Don't change Alert Colors if I say I'm the bomb Don't think that he's gully cause he say it in songs But I'm mindin' my business, you mindin' yours And the people in the wars don't have time to record But whatever f** everybody Just in my song That was written on the day I was drunk and then bored When I vibe to aspire, I'm the best does that vex you? Or do you sing along cause you know you're the best too? Like our mind's canvas, invisible paint You can't see this Beat this with a missile or tank I bring rap back a little just to rev it to speed In rap I can say that I'll never leave But in fact life ain't never to me As I think back ever so cleverily All these dudes rap now on whatever they see In their life or their news at 11:00 T.V [Rise speaking] But. Hold on. Yo...Should we f**in...put the chorus Or should we finish-yo, I'mma just gonna try to like...try to say a whole bunch of these sh**s Where was I? [Verse Two] Yo, all the movies, the rubies is makin' you vibe Like my uzis are loosely attached to my thigh Slippin' roofies, tell b**bie's we're castin' inside The first thing I see is breast then the last thing is eyes King Kong ain't got nothin' on my actual size My ex was just hatin' when she said that she lied You're a joke, but just a priest, rabbi in a bar You're a knock knock but nobody answer the door If I am the movin' bomb, nobody move your arm Nobody wave your fist Nobody else shift See I'm nice off of Pils Pock and Rum Spice Women and mics, but my worse vice was advice Left it alone That sh**'ll end you Dead in your zone, don't let the madness befriend you Do as I say Not as I do cause I'm cool With the madness like we had went to the same school So what I don't leave the house? I'm too fat/phat to get through doors Call the firemen with swords so my mind can get to yours My rhyme can make you all like a baby with a ball And my vibe can make you sore call it crazy with the gall I'mma praise me if you don't I'mma praise you if you do I'm a table you'se a spoon away from feeding Done With You Yo Rap is all talk Smack's what y'all snort Sometimes I ponder why blacks are all lost And that includes you Your maps a fake one But not me I'm not black I'm Haitian Divide and conquer They play us for fools And to think your worse enemy coulda been you This is my thoughtful reactions, converted to files So this save on this answering system you dialed My thoughts are Reverend Wright Disa**ociate from me Won't know the price, own the night n***a Go create money Man that's fifty bars any more and I'll charge Yeah, rap can kiss me hard when they knew it they charged The sun never hits Don't let the door hit where you split I'll get through the sh** but I'll never get through the chicks I'll play you some sh**, but then I'll never get you to sit I don't rap no more It's been a whole day since I quit And the underground don't wanna spend their paper for sh** And the overground is full of all these fakers with chips n***a, I could teach greatness and how to be nice Even though my memory s**s, I forget how to ride bikes How do I like Camada? Nowhere with nothin' Just come in interruptin' all your pointless discussion Who am I? The MC You should spin it on vinyl Was in a school to DJ but I skipped on the final Became an MC Don't call me a rhymer I f**ed up in New York, but it's on me in China Call me a reminder of a time that you thought was behind ya When better talent tormented you Made you be kinder Y'all should all turn this sh** off and go read a book We wear blinders to a world too gory to look So I'm teachin' my kid all the speeches of B.I.G And show 'em Menace II Society to teach 'em who lives Then I'm all about the chillin', sit back and I lounge Since I rap in Greenwich Village, I just radio sounds Am I here to complain or to rearrange the rise What's in a name? Screw you You noticed after her eyes But Trinity loves me The Oracle knows But I rap about nothing and wear horrible clothes And I don't even call, none of my old peeps Me and my sister don't speak We got Myspace beef And it's weird how the world turns out to be Yeah it's funny, but not ha ha he he But my T.V.'s more important than all of my CDs That I been recordin' since Apollo show with Keke Had a crush on Mimi ever since I was a teeny weeny Dealt with her I'm finny Like I'm finished, she's so dreamy [Rise talking] Yo, you know what? I'm out. That's enough. I said fifty. I'm finished. How f**in'...long was that? Don't tell me, no f**in' third verse. Alright I'm out. Be easy. Rise. Sam. Avid. Peace [Verse Three] I'm the most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on And rated wrong and catered when they're torn Control freak No sleep, speakin' in pen My point, people pretend Make sphincter of men And I'll Stop right here But I gotta elaborate Cause I'm not clear And y'all like to exaggerate Fork in the road One side serene But I always pick the side with the wolves and screams Just cause it ain't typical Just to make it difficult I fed my ego Until it was sick and full The cure for the common cold came through my medley And I'm somewhere that exists but nobody get's me Can't sell to the clubs till you sell enough reefer The record release of Free to yell fire in theaters When I'm hired to beat ya, you'll be my diarrhea And I'm... [Rise talking] Yo. Alright. That's it. Peace. {echo}