Poor Righteous Teachers - Culture Freestyles (Interlude) lyrics

[Intro] Ayo, bust it right yo. We ain't made a record in three years. And for some strange reason it still sound like n***as just puffing blunts, drinking 40's, running up in the studio and just saying the first sh** that come out they head. Yo. Hahaha My selectah My selectah My collector My collector My selectah My selectah Yo, yo [Verse: Culture Freedom] Booming din bim ba I came to riff Shoot my gift, but I don't' have to puff on any spliff Just the raw talent, you know my sh** is gallant When I tight walk you know I never lose my balance On the microphone I be freezing kids dome Like ah, Al Capone you best to left me alone Cause Wise said you'll be caught in a funeral home I got the type of style and you know I come from Straight from the land of T is the capability To wreck the microphone and be a raw MC Now many brother think they can rip, then follow me But they can't and I say that they ain't, 'cause I Only went to the first grade I'm brave Direct the microphone like a runaway slave They used to call me Dave but now they call me Culture I grab the microphone then I grab a freaking boulder Off your freaking shoulder while the rhythms getting older Just like I told ya, I'm from South Dakota I used to live and climb on the hills and wash my cloths on a rock And now all I do is disc jock I gotta see the crowd jumping I gotta see the crowd jumping I gotta see the motherf**ers pumping Cause if they ain't doing that I feel my sh** is wack So, I must attack, yo I must attack So ah, Wise Intel' please help me Cause I'm about to slip down a hole and totally lose control That's why they say, hey hey hey hey hey hey Hey, hey, hey what's going on? What the f** is going on? What's going on? What the f** is going on? (Come with the lyrics) I'm just like Speedy I'm greedy with my whole type graffiti I rap for the needy, I got to get the meaty Chunks in my soup so I can make a phat loop Buy my rims...