Jack The Ripper - Burn Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Jack Tha Ripper] Meek Milly flow though That's the type of money I'm getting But anyways follow me on twitter at mister 1-8-7 All lowercase letters(@mr187ripper) M-r-187-ripper I just realize I start going hard Let's go! [Verse 1: Jack Tha Ripper] Solo on this track, I ain't got no problem murkin' it Backstage I be going hard watch the curtains shift Let it breathe! Let it burn! Everything I got, I earned Sick wit' it anytime of year this summer I'm spittin' germs Catch me in that Texas Silverado or black on black Lucerne Money is my main concern, see it when I dip and turn Got the mic in a choke hold, yeah this grip is firm Another lesson learned, I'm rappin' behind the podium Sippin' on that oil think they call it petroleum, no jelly tho' I coach them like Lou Pinella ho Muthaf**as so nosey these days they be stickin' out like Pinocchio I hop on the beat like Frodo, call me Lord Of The Rings Money tall as Bill Russell, it be looking Celtic green No sag up in my jeans, but I keep a crease But back to cuffin' these hoes, I don't see no police Take a rest, take a break But no timeout for these fakes Them b**hes got the sweet tooth but they ain't touchin' my cake Blue ribbon, I want first place A home with a fire place Human torch don't come my way I'm flowing like the flood gates Pop some adderall to let them know I got them bars Where my focus go? When I lose it, I still go hard! Yeah!!! (Yeah, I still go hard. Switch it up!) [Verse 2: Jack Tha Ripper] If you don't understand then you don't know what I'm talkin' bout I run the game, you handicaps gotta walk it out Low blows, swag school in session you can't clep Pa** me some water so I can go harder like Michael Phelps I'm high in the sky like I always stay fly These haters ground zero, I'm happy because they try I got that Eagles eye seven on me like Vick I ain't try to take your chick she just like number one draft picks Damn I'm going pro, poetry, can't forget my prose Can't forget the hoes I'm the dude that be getting chose the most I'm looking pretty cool behind these Locs I got that superstroke, now shawty got that supersoka I keep them coming back for more, call me Brett After the Saints did what they did, Christian Ponder next I'm in the open field I don't think they see my vision I'm in and out them guts I be cutting with precision Whoever want some can get it no lie But I don't cross the line You gotta have a better compromise Man I'm goonin', what's up to the hard heads Dollar sign fitted cap, put a price on his head I ain't talkin' pencil when I say I erase them with lead I ain't talkin' deaf when I say I leave them dead Open your ears, open your eyes, you lookin' at the truth I'm preaching the gospel, open your bibles to Luke Summer is now near know that the Kingdom of God is near I got that thirty-four on me, ballin' like Paul Pierce Demons all up in my heart, I ignore them no fear Black History is the mixtape, yes the end is near... (You through like really?) [Verse 3: Jack Tha Ripper] This pace I'm steady holdin' spittin' rhymes for promotion And I keep it moving like every play runs in motion Somebody take the picture just to make the moment last Somebody repeat this track just to let the time pa** Kevin Hart, it's about to go down when I crash Too many haters running on E, I fill them up with gas Waste management, I take them out like trash No I'm not a klutz but every beat I spaz, yeah! Stick shift, nitro no I can't stop Models pouring bottles then let they tops drop We celebrating like the Spurs corks gotta Pop Leave them in shock like Kobe hit the game winning shot! They stay schemin' we stay dreamin', f** they plots They can't kick it wit' us yeah they probably kickin' rocks They say I hit my head I say I hit the top Where my crew at? I'm lookin' for a pit stop Ripper!