Freestyle

Just another freestyle. Nothing too much. Just needed to write.

Good morning, America/

Good morning to fair or not/

they found my weed stash,

so I need me a bigger spot/

Graduating from Timberland's/

South of France with Hermes flops/

then bring it back home, South Beach

in a drop-top/

Players play for keeps/

whatchu think I was coming for?/

Jigga said it best/

I pack heat like an oven door/

for real, I pack heat/

I got the guns to bust .44's/

be careful what you say/

I'll take ya skin and make Pergo floors/

ya'll fucked up and turned some pretty s**t, ugly/

so I'm grabbin' hold and dare you to take it from me.

 

 

 

Reviews

[KUFU]

As far as hip-hop skills are concerned, the/your cadence comes effortlessly. The substance of the rhyme is contemporary. As one who used to spit(specially when a brutha was mokin) I can't help but respect the skills.
Whoa!...I had a flash of that old freestyle(dozens) feeling again. Let me hurry up and get off this page before my tongue just starts flippin on it's own accord, then this review might go on all night. Great work!!

[BEEGE]

Aight!
If the basement wasn't
gettin cancelled Id ask
when you would hit up the booth.
Anyhow, well done Peoples.

BEEGE

[closed account]

haha!! Freestyle indeed!! I love the humor behind the whole thing!! great made me smile..

[chris' girlfriend]

wow that is an awesome poem!!

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

I love it. Something straiht from BET's finest. I love the metaphors,

I pack heat like an oven door/
that's my fav one. thanks for sharing.