World's Fair - Real Late Freestyle 2 lyrics

(Verse) I'm out, say Haruo Chiono mixed with Sonny Bono I take your chick and make her Yoko Ono Rockin a kimono, worshipin my photos, told me she been lovin profit Had gorgeous, college optic lips, bu*t, like a night in lusha when the moon is tropic Told me she can't get a man She love AZ, she love the pentagram I said yo baby, I don't give a damn Dreamer is my last name, Tommy is my first I rap, I make deals, I worship mother earth I do not rhyme but if I did my rhyme would be a hearse That will be the way I'm livin til the day my birth reverse f** you listen to this verse? How you listen to it there? You would never find another like me livin in this air I rise, I never fare, in love I did not stay I kidnapped the vision of Mr. Kennedy's kids I'm chained with a gold chain, named it the all change You came with a name like mine, changing the whole game Word up, World Fair, we all here We in here, we all here Yea, World's Fair, we in here We all here (Verse) Yo, my eyes lower than my bucket print Tryna avoid my future, turnin grim a while in this world of sin Doin 90's, switchin lanes on the van wyck Without a care, exhaling from the last hit They wanna know how I'm livin right Read between the lines, open yo mind and see the world through my eyes Weed by the zip, extending my high Mixed the hoser ice, a balcony view to get my mind tight Back in the day they tried to play me like a Sega Now all these b**hes throwing roses at me like I'm Vega sh**, I guess I came up from chiefin on the dutch and makin Cali runs Just to spend funds like I'm Asian Motorola pagers on hips and neighborhood gangsters Had me dreamin at a early age to get this paper Now we collectin pay cuts, limpin out in London Next stop is Italy, the rest is iceberg history World's Fair, World's Fair Your girl's here (Verse) I did it all for the nookie, what? the p**y '83 Darryl Strawberry, rookie I also did it for some cookies Rob Milanos, and toastin sandwiches from the Cubano Dominican Bono with all the shades that I own Nothing but Brugal on rocks in my Styrofoam Impressin Shorty at the gathering, I'm tryna bone Oh you like The Notebook? Me too, you're not alone Better grab the Andre, yellow cap the uzzi Smoking on the '59, something out of a movie Telly by the city still advertising Jacuzzi Whispering something in Spanish, fingering her coochy b**hes think I ain't Dominican, naw for real I am Your juice is on my moustache, drop to my timbalands I'm rogued out like JFK I'm in yo guts like TSA, at JFK, I'm on it World's Fair, we all here Your girl's here, we in here World's Fair, Your girl's here (Verse) The marvelous, spectacular, spit miraculous Black on black, black star, boat back to Africa Black women getting nasty for the black man Black Benz, walking overseas on the black sand So get murderous, rob, disturbing the set, god Fall back and get yo motherf**in set bombed They don't call me Prince John Ill for no reason Bang for the cause, stay cold like the season Score like Arenas, who*es get to meet the four horsemen Me, my two balls and my penis And just in case I don't blow I'mma still glow like J. Lo, welcome to the dope show And I'm the Marilyn Manson, Jim Kelly Igor, the Frankenstein, Mary Shelley The born beast, stage murderer Who's live? Original dun dada, Lion King, Mufasa Bombaclat and holding beats for ransom My squad too thick and I'm just too handsome The baby face make shorties wanna look up Long curvy black hair, super fly, snooker The high flyin, frog splash spitter Red-top E&J in a brown bag, n***a I'm takin sips and let the liquor take a hold of me The type to have your mother and yo sister fightin over me I'm next up, I'm chasin the next buck I make a s*ut rupture, all I said was, "let's f**" This is the travesty, rap around it savagely World's Fair KOG, call the guard yo majesty World's Fair, we all here World's Fair (Verse) Word to Murray in the last, get wrote in Morse code No my cold heart is all reflected in my wardrobe Old Timbs coordinated with my warm soto Solo in Soho meet up with j**ish Manolo I'm about my borough like a Ralph Lauren polo Pony horse logo, watch how I get busy on the promo Cotton got me into continental onto Oxford Street Biggie on piccadilly, hoes silly, think I'm Chris Kringle on king's cross, Chris with a tall bay Plastic cut like velour Sean John's and all bay World's Fair, count 6 like ghost hits (?) Now connect cliques, these New Yorkers in the mix This operation, opportunity for unity Kids think we cool like Truency, so who is he? Expat, work Havana, cuba when Batista lead And for a feature you would need a visa just to meet up (Verse) Time to act a fool and a time to act properly Time for duck confit and a time for beef and broccoli Lived in this economy that wasn't really kind to me Now I want 1st cla**, man I'm tired of economy Uh, we down to hit the UK on my downtime f** a hashtag, I change my dollar to the pound sign I'm at the airport at the currency exchange Where I'm eatin off the hunger that I currently explain Don't you worry, I'm insane Keep em very entertained No deterrent for my current, got the flurry and a flame And I surely make it rain, then I bring the sun back out Teach my kids the face of challenge, never when my son back out Show em how to run that route Ball down, touchdown, never see em down and out Stay forward, straight forward, don't give me the roundabout Round em up, count em out, counter punch , pound em out Next a punch and I'm out, wa**up? World's Fair, Your girl's here World's Fair, we all here