KiddDaLegend - Shook Ones 2 Freestyle lyrics

Hickory, Dickory, Do-Re-Mi Stick 'em deep, poke 'em dead in his E-Y-E's Beast Coast, took a p**y's 9 L-I-V-E's This is why I make tracks bleed Take heed to grab hold of my steed G-O-D MC, bless the M-I-C properly Never seen Hell razed in a State of Emergency Spit wild, like a hyena hooked on P-C-P My world is all drug-related, straight D-O-P-E Wack MCs, the Funkee h*mosapien, please Sniff a f**in' unemployment line of c**aine Grow a pound of hair everywhere, by using Rogaine But I'm so sane At the same time though, I ain't playing NO games Pain, No Gain, the opposite of what the movie claims Alucard being Dracula within the same frame Apex Predator, top of the Food Chain Run you down like a cheetah, and get fried over the flame Keyboard annihilator, watch these characters hang Spit from the dome, and take you out from Freestyle range I'm the nicest n***a I know Watch how I freestyle Turn up the bloom in the room to give it a high glow Thrillin' to be the Man In The Mirror like Michael Jackson, I'm back spewing the sickening flow—here I go Flow a hole through ya watermelon like a Cheerio You don't gotta be a G to follow the G Code I'm all for Better Growth & Development, like how construction goes Get ya hardhats, 'bout to take y'all to work with these flows f** a bodybag, I carry you off in a couple totes Here We Go Yo! Here We Go Yo! So What-So What-So What's the Scenario? Lop off his head, and shoot for the hoop Chop off his legs, and go for his feet, he can't sit when he poops Slippin' and slidin' while he stuck, can't get it to stoop Got him colluded, pissed off, up in cahoots Back Pack Gang be the wildest group In all of Maryland, nothing we can't outdo It's Clobberin' Time, the special on the beatdown menu Need to let the mobsters of bars step up in this venue Take over and rescue Most of the game, nowadays they play to the wrong tune Your flow is wrinkled in time, dried like a prune I'm hot in the midst of bars, kind of like late June I dislike whack lyrics, it's like a bad smell in the room Hip Hop like Egypt, man, it started from the tombs Underground lyricist, you know what I came to do Slide through the next level, Deep in this Mobb, it's not new Eenie-Meenie-Miney-Mo, watch me go get 'em I am the Muffin Man, sweet-breaded flow and delicious rhythm Patty Cake-Patty Cake, going back in time with the rhymes I'm sendin' I got vials of venom For all my lines are fitting For d**h in the right hands, see ya life take a ride of the century Dopamine sits in him Amphetamines kick in Ecstacy thrills 'em Molly k**s 'em Which happen to be same damn drug your feeling Spew poison, for y'all to feel it I hope y'all understand the message I'm dealing Like a n***a workin' on-the-block, somewhere around the A.M Build a quick 16, then add a skit at the fade-in Throw a couple lines of fists, give a mid-8 on the way in To the fade-out when the song's finished playin' I'm sayin' I need not say more I rap the same rope of slavery on an intellectual's core If he can take what's being given, then he knows what's in store Have some fun with Dora when she's older, I'd love to explore Beat a n***a 'til they label it Mature, nothin' but Blood & Gore Intense Violence will follow after, beat 'im down to the point I don't need a score There's Vice Lords on the corner hustling in groups of 4s I like to keep the mind abroad knowledge, open like the shores Just to make sure the beat is "Built Ford Tough" and reinforced I'm a still thrash through that sh** with the hammer of Thor Bag it & scorch the source Ya group full of some hamster a** n***as, G-Force Follow the plan or you can take a bullet in the torso That ought to question the loyalty of these street n***as, more so Who knows? Like a room full of privates who don't understand Morse Codes Feelin' that? You can catch a "click-clack" Strap that with a snapback Strapped up with a black gat Message of the mind, if you die, f** a "Stat!" K-I-DD tryin' to revive real Rap And 'Da Legend' tryna be crowned for that…