Free Styling To The Extreme

rap it like old school is the way to go

Free Styling To The Extreme

　

take it to the beat watch us meet to greet fooling in the street

tripping on the beach smoking fat leaves doing what you please

as busy as a bee making sweet history

there's a battle for your mind I'm just the walking blind

society is not my game inside of my cause there blind you see from most of reality

there is an army of peeps out in the streets crystal gold down to their feet

with shattered glass on the walkway I came to play

the stage is set and the studio is fine all my critics can kiss my fat behind

homies try to control me with their dope analogy but why even bother it gets even sadder

like nothing more to flatter the steps upon my ladder so here it goes

it used to be dope many years ago let the truth be told that folks used to smile

when i was a child I used to dream big dreams of both kings & queens

living in a land that is so very mean yet many are rushing too fast

everybody lately wants to get by on some free pass to pass

the stereo is blasting higher and higher blown up in its fullest desire on a wire

everybody feel me among my dope melody many folks will let me be

pump up the music so you can hear a way we can shed a tear

long hair on your birthday where we come to pray yet some may claim it ought not be that way...

flirting with fire in blown up desire coming down to the wire a gun for higher

got the hook up peeps on this dope joint fine grafted in from a delicate design

beats to the rhyme rhyme for the reason its just the changing of the season

　

block parties with steroe blasting watch how you acting & i'm not bragging

folks that carry everything inside we used to help thank God your still alive

but todays news you sing the blues and let things slide coming along for the ride

rap is still hot just take the word to the street and watch your rhymes to the beat

taking it to the city where cash is king people scream eating delicious ice cream

blind people so mean eating at fast food places such as Burger King

minus the races stuck in Peyton places we tend to make a lot of mistakes in

flirting with fire blown up in its fullest of desire getting much higher

Jimi was right by saying "Excuse me while I kiss the sky" !

almost every drive by someone gets capped from a nine in their eye

but give pause to think as you wink in earthly bliss in a caught up moment in time

Solid gold moments from our past having so much fum with a hope that it would last

so you sit back in your bleachers staying up late night watching another double feature

　

Laughter is the best medicine while your stuck in seventh heaven

therefore gain wisdom and in all thy getting gain understanding

free styling to the extreme while living in a land so very mean

Creatures of habit in the night with long viscious fangs that fright

eyes of blakened faces of death we all will come to unrest

rap it up I'll take it so you don't have to fake it

will bust a move to show improved knowledge of the underground sound

we are built to last we are raised to shine created in a beautiful design

sugar is sweet so sweet like honey I'm going to be the man that take home the money

nothing phony cause I got my degree cause all of life is but a mystery

got something up my sleave as you rest your case in your Peyton Place

don't try to hurt me again my ill but forgotten friend with whom I came to depend

It's either my way or the highway couldn't have it any other way

life is filled with mistakes some call this their fate but here am I to date

what's been done has all been done before such as Tony Sack kicking it with a two bit w***e

Keep it in check as I let this last line flow bust up the beat & Increase the tempo