Wrekonize - Swollen Tongue Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Kid talking] Ayo Wrek man, come over here for a second. I seen you on that MTV battle. Aye, whatever happened to that? Did you sign with The Roc? Aye, hold up for a minute. You ain't poppin' bottles with The Roc? But, but, they got money AND b**hes! The Roc's like the best label out right now [Verse One] I kept my mouth shut through sign ups and kept to myself Watched the sh** talkers fall without needing my help I kept my mouth shut while other cats dreamed of this wealth And thought about my younger brother growing up in this Hell I kept my mouth shut through promos and lack of attention And watched grown men fight for a CEO's pelvic section My mouth was shut during your repetitive credits For albums coming softer than Maria Carey's Christmas records Still silent when I nearly made it by Swan Except for dropping one of the weakest rounds I've ever performed Mem Bleek said the blind cat was one of the meanest That's funny, cause in hip hop, Bleek's about as blind as he is Bit my tongue and didn't ask for M.O.P Staring at Dame, Bleek and Free, the Hell No Three Do you MC (Hell No!) Respect me (Hell No!) Would you be here without Jay-Z? (mmmmm Oh No!) You f**in' simple minded, blind to the fact idiots Can't seem to see I hold more hip hop in one of my fingertips If even just one of you had a f**in' ounce of penmanship You'd understand an MC battle and what it's embedded with The Young Gunz are like down syndrome kids on sedatives Nonsense fallin' out they mouth if they don't get their medicine The Can't Stop, Won't Stop beat's just gotta be evidence That bullsh**'s gonna fly while I sit and wait for my genesis [Hook] Gentlemen I'd like to re-restate the facts That I'm not bitter or sad about a phony contract Cause truth be told, I wouldn't change my style to join the wack And when Jay rocks a new label, you fellas bound to collapse So gentlemen My tongue is numb to contact Makin' out with misconceptions got me feelin' off track And if you ask me again, I'm tellin' you The Roc lacks Real sk** that's why they'll never bring hip hop jack [Verse Two] Next they're tellin' me I'm headed to the New Year celebration A month in advance for me to cook up devastation I'm supposed to battle a Biggie look-a-like with a s** change But due to censorship they set up with this Tec lame You know the ones, talk about guns to be the hype-ist Runnin' they mouth about who they can and they might split Fake gangstas who truthfully won't strike sh** The closest you'll get is a high score in Time Crisis The type to get a freestyle challenge and want to write his Like deep down inside he's really scared of a white kid I can't understand b**hy MC's like this While I came off the top like a freestyle psychic Ignore the color lines because I don't see race I just see blatant disrespect all up in my face And if two written verses wasn't enough of disgrace This child throws a tie dyed T-shirt in my face Now The Source wants to get racists to settle scores Benzino's CD's are gathering dust at the record store Print a bullsh** piece two months after the New Year So what's a real MC gotta do to get through here? And after I get a page up in XXL The Source wants to act like I shouldn't trouble myself I'd rather had a picture stuck up in the air with shock Than get five mics for every f**in' album I drop [Hook] Roc-A-Fella (Hell No!) Armadale (Hell No!) Posh Spice (Hell No!) Can't Stop (Hell No!) Won't Stop (Hell No!) Young Gunz (Hell No!) Dame Dash (Hell No!) 'Zino (Hell No!) Thought I couldn't rock a mic? It's time to let go