Sage Francis - The NYC Freestyle lyrics

Some MC's only want to freestyle What they need to do is organize their thoughts Meanwhile Them organized heads are bullsh**tin' Just because it ain't all that on paper, they act like it ain't written Spittin' lyrics while they sittin' in my backseat Forgot that I was at the cipher they said it at last week He practiced to the beat That he had me play on my house stereo Hopin' to get in the blouse of every hoe I got doubts I just can't bury yo What's the reality You ain't sharp and witty kid it ain't your personality The verse and technicality You're trying to look blind Dispersing an*logies, I know it took time Let me check your book of rhymes Crooks commit crimes, writers write! Don't be ashamed you had to stay up by your lamplight all night Just to Sound alright Just to Come correct Just to get some respect from people who ain't heard it done yet I ain't one to sweat what you call "off the dome" Cause I know that yesterday you said it over the phone To your peoples back home Every freestyle that you do I find your crew Lip syncing all the words right behind you Yelling all the punchlines and back ups Them wack f**s probably wrote half them sh**s cause your rap s**s Maybe it's them I should be dealing with But you're the one getting props and I'm not feeling it The only thing that's really coming off the top of your head; is dandruff Man if I ever hear what you said, one more time I'll grab the mic and finish your rhyme Acting like I'm a psychic as I shine, cracker shine 99.9% of the time Freestyle rhymes are cut and paste rehearsed lines A frontin' MC is the worst kind Most have forgot that he wrote that sh** last night That's right! Prepared freestyles He must of forgot that he wrote that sh** last night That's right This is Sage Francis don't you never forget T.S.S., tss, tss, Secret Service respect A.O.I. Artificial Intelligence, check it Don't ever say it's a freestyle just because it ain't on record Don't ever say it's a freestyle just because it ain't on record