Wrekonize - Clique (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro:] Ha, Cino G, I don't normally rock the remix but uh... Today there ain't a beat I won't flip, flip, flip, flip, flip Out here on the road on my S.O.S. sh**, sh**, sh**, sh**, sh** The War Within drops in a week get you a grip, grip, grip, grip, grip And all the haters out there, they can get the dick, get it... [Verse:] There's a countrywide warrant for a man on the loose He's tearin' stages down and doing dirty things in the booth We need to find him quick before he fights the war that's within Cause in July he'll just reload and do it all up again Last seen in Santa Cruz, full of edibles, you want more? She told me she was hardcore, then tried to ride my longboard But I was gone already love, out in Sacramento now Tearin' instrumentals down, trying to keep my mental sound See I'm back again and yes I'm doing damage on a manic kinda planet I'll be banished for my language, I'm a savage, check my status I'm the baddest mothaf**a on the mic or apparatus Movin' through the night I'm glad it's: Just another f**in' reason I've been feelin' like a demon Rockin' all night, like the sun ain't worth a seein' Drinkin' whiskey like there's Prohibition in the region And never sleep because I feel I'm living like I'm dreamin' Haters thumbin' down my videos soon as they see 'em But be all at my shows to give me pounds when I be leavin' Been working ten years to get here, so don't you think you'll be evicting me The only way I'm leaving here's with pockets full of victory I get with the go, rock shows only with a fist full of flow, hit grip for the dough I'mma spit on the foes, better be somebody with a bottle full of mix and a spliff at the do' Gotta say "No more bongs for me!" but I still dig the odd funyun They act like they wanna be mean all swinging fake fists callin' them Dolph Lundgren I'm summerin' with Strangers, and hustlin' with neighbors For the reduction of the flavor that them f**s gave you to savor Razor Blade Boys, dicin' up the taste pace card And TV k**ed the radio, web k**ed the stage store Here we are - still doin' shows and we still ain't got no f**s to lease T-dub-dub, June twenty fifth so I think it's time to cut the peace Breakin' down, building up, everything is f**ing sweet I'mma need a second just to gather up this stuff you see that's Way past due for spring cleaning Take away the bullsh**, searching for the meaning Rest in peace to all the fake gangsters; so cheesy You'll remain nameless I'll be shoutin' Gandolfini My name is Wrekonize, let me take a shot for sayin' Put in so much work I hope you feel the vibe's amazing Another two albums and I'm hopin' that you'll play 'em Before I have to go and finally make my deal with Satan, hey!