Layne Jazzey - Freestyle_2 lyrics

[Layne Jazzey] If i put down my pen then This game is dead I hear they freestyles but No meanings there Sad News, n***as want my Ass outta here Its like dragging Mayweather Out the ring to stands They writes jokes like Comedians, what? I ain't spitting comic Nickelodeon, what? Prophesying on the beat A prophet, a philosopher A target, your follower I'm the toughest, my collars Up On the pursuit of an autograph Hope you see my importance When you old enough I tried to teach ya'll n***as How to go in hard First off! you couldn't even Flip a rhyme You couldn't even spit A line Now this n***a is acting tough n***a i'mma split you up Ejaculating in your mouth Cause you n***a s** my dick More than you s** your b**h Peace!!! Peace!!!