Layne Jazzey - Freestyle_1 lyrics

[Layne Jazzey] Just woke up in a sunday morn Feeling dizzy Like i slept in an orgy with Twenty b**hes Saturday's been a long day But i'm still on a thoughts race Thinking to myself "how can i make It to top ten?" Minus nine rappers, i rank the First place The best of the best chea!!! I'm never gon'rest chea!!! My target ain't changed i'm still Shooting the game ya'll Dispatching rappers nine to five Like its a day job A menace to fake n***as like Julius to Jacob You try me my n***a you gon' deal With a deep mob Any kind of beef is like a walk On the park to me I'm forward looking like a horse Give no sh** about history Holy water on your lips so you Don't say sh** n***a you gotta respect me I'm the rap game priest I control you with my verses I don't use fists I control you with my words I don't break wrists Peace!!!!!!