
Track 6 Freestyle Lin-Manuel Miranda (Ft. Jorja Smith)
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The Black Panther Album is out…wow
Let me just kick this freestyle for a while…ya
Lin Manuel Miranda, jurando pa Wakanda
Droppin’ rhymes like Shonda, it’s a scandal, it’s a shanda
Someone bump this song up in your Honda
Holla at T’challa, hit him, follow if you want ta
No soy Santa Claus, ni Willy Wonka
Got that golden ticket, tho
Spit a flow…on tippy toe
Rip it slow, off the damn dome, the occipital
Renaissance man, Fra' Filippo Lippi flow
Elsa…let it go
Perfectly cromulent, wondering where the knob for the volume went
I don’t wanna build a snow man, I want a monument!
Omnipresent, omnipotent, on we go and on we went
Walkin’, talkin’, Tommy Schlamme
Mommy said…there’d be days like this
Bob Ross watercolor grays like this
Your Turing test could not concoct a phrase like this
We’ll shortcut our Waze like this, a blaze like this
Hey, my lip’s a little chapped
Is there an app for that?
Kiss a Blistex, gimme half that
An off-kilter little filter in your Snapchat (*mwuh *mwuh)
Blat! Blat! Breakfast Club brat pack
Snap that pic! They so damn quick!
They shouldn’t a…killed that puppy now here comes John Wick!
“Yeah, I’m thinkin’ that I’m back!” Blam quick!
Got you screamin’ “Papi!” in your Ham fanfic!
This beat is gat-damn sick!
Let me just kick this freestyle for a while…ya
Lin Manuel Miranda, jurando pa Wakanda
Droppin’ rhymes like Shonda, it’s a scandal, it’s a shanda
Someone bump this song up in your Honda
Holla at T’challa, hit him, follow if you want ta
No soy Santa Claus, ni Willy Wonka
Got that golden ticket, tho
Spit a flow…on tippy toe
Rip it slow, off the damn dome, the occipital
Renaissance man, Fra' Filippo Lippi flow
Elsa…let it go
Perfectly cromulent, wondering where the knob for the volume went
I don’t wanna build a snow man, I want a monument!
Omnipresent, omnipotent, on we go and on we went
Walkin’, talkin’, Tommy Schlamme
Mommy said…there’d be days like this
Bob Ross watercolor grays like this
Your Turing test could not concoct a phrase like this
We’ll shortcut our Waze like this, a blaze like this
Hey, my lip’s a little chapped
Is there an app for that?
Kiss a Blistex, gimme half that
An off-kilter little filter in your Snapchat (*mwuh *mwuh)
Blat! Blat! Breakfast Club brat pack
Snap that pic! They so damn quick!
They shouldn’t a…killed that puppy now here comes John Wick!
“Yeah, I’m thinkin’ that I’m back!” Blam quick!
Got you screamin’ “Papi!” in your Ham fanfic!
This beat is gat-damn sick!
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