TKO (US) - Mr. Six-Nine Freestyle lyrics

Intro: Ladies and Gentlemen I would like to introduce to you; For the first time ever on your radio signal And for one night only: Mr. Six-Nine (Hello, I'm..) Verse 1: Six nine feeling five eight, I'm irate; Focused on my trajectory hoping that I fly straight My mindstate is piloted automatic, uh; The Vatican is packed in a rap and sent to Galactica Battling stars like Dracula, I'm s**ing em' dry kids; Taking all the fame that they frame up under their eye lids Silence when Thine has arrived pushing some nice kicks; Kicking up all the gravel travelling in my size tens I'm licensed to k** but I'm a Christian first Switching to my pistol with rhythm I hope this sentence hurts. Worse than any physical missle I leave em' critical Systems riddled with literals; me I'm pushing the mystical Dreams made in reality; I'm making em' clear Inception that I've directed Chris, I'll take it from here There's no need for any sequels when people see something regal; They're swinging into the steeple with hopes of seeing the king soon Wooh! Nah, I ain't finished yet Verse 2: I'm back in at it, I'm a rabbit of sorts; You look away for just a day and hey you're chasing my shorts I contort up any rhetoric, said I'd bet on my clever whits; Guessing they thought I better quit, Webster was never etiquette. Yet now my choice of words is more than absurd Like they ain't heard of it; well how's about I take you to church? But first I'll rea**ure you, you won't burst into flames; I jumped from sinning down to Savior and I'm perfectly safe. That's in a sense of the eternal: not a person remains That's bulletproof from every angle, but his word will explain How he will sure to deliver us, gentle even if chivalrous; I used to fight the truth but now I'm sicker than syphilis Images couldn't be painted better, gimme a roller; I'll dip the tip of it in faith, wait and shape me a Mona On another level, I ain't even gotta rehearse But what's the point of being perf if you can't finish a verse? That's what they ask when me I try and I just moderately spit it. Like what I'm given isn't it sorry what you had envisioned Isn't an instance it's just figments of the thoughts in your head; So go head read me I'm open yet my author is dead This book is never being stolen; I'm rolling I'm like a runaway Train things change but my faith will never stow away Cause hey, this little light mine is hard to hide in darker times; I'm marking with the harder rhymes so father isn't hard to find. With darker skies above our eyes we try and try but never quite, turn on lights with open minds and turn our tides to God if I.. Breathe. Maybe I can finish eating; If you don't think I finish when you did just stop your reading? I'm beating like the heart inside my chest, a mile a minute; Syllable by syllable: I say it like I meant it To win it's just a bonus, to lose is rather bogus; But either way I made it ain't no magic: hocus pocus See my focus isn't shaken it's avidly stirred; Keep your eyes or risk forgetting just how badly you're burned I mean if after you've learned that's when you wanna get saved, But little to your understanding there's a foot in the grave I mean it's never too late for you to file a complaint: That's why there's songs about him saying how's he's mighty and great Like wait.. stick around I need somebody to witness How I just put this down in pen and picked up with my pigment; I mean I'm out like appendix, recovery is admittance So go head admit it that I'm blessed and overly gifted Good Writtens