Brooklyn 7 Minute Freestyle (Acapella) @The Well Public House Crooked I (Ft. Joe Budden & Royce Da 5'9")
(Royce Da 5'9")
"Brooklyn, if ya'll wanna hear Crooked I do an Acapella let me here yah say
DO THAT SHIT, DO THAT SHIT, DO IT x2
(Crooked I) "Yo Brooklyn, My name Crooked I from the East Side of Long Beach, California.. I'm happy to be here right now.. and everybody in my fuckin' crew's about that like my G"
My gun'll load
I live by another code
My desire -- run the globe
While you thinking you was born to be the shit
Because you fell out of your mother's other hole
Hell motherfucking no
You don't think Crooked I's hot?
Tell me why not? Is it cause my Maybach's in your blind spot?
I sleep with one eye open like a insomnia-stricken Cyclops
Cause I could rest in a pine box
I'm on; so many drinks, can't even count 'em
So high I fall up the stairs 'stead of down 'em
So high, call that American Airlines
Brooklyn, I fuck It up e'ery time!
I tell a rapper, you not a legend like John
Move back, like his embarrassing hairline
N' let the heir to this terror shine
Throughout ugliness, them Slaughters there with me
It's all Lovie Smith, my team bear with me
Still like I'm feeling like a organ donor
So many niggas dying to get a part of me
Like I was born with a rare kidney
But come and get me
I'll leave you down under somewhere in Sydney
Different type of chopper, still airlifting!!
See, my mama named me Dominick
That's anonymous with ominous
I'm in this game to show you what drama is
I'm in this game to conquer it
Like Genghis Khan and his monstrous entourage
What challenger can dodge my barrage?
Look at the duPont Registry, that's my garage
Convertible Beamer, paint blacker than Amistad
Hear the engine noise I'm ballin' with different toys
Still I rap like Kool G. when he was rippin' "Poison"
My pen game is sick, call it Pen-is-illin or Penicilin
Sky's the limit, That's why I ain't have to kill the ceilin'
You guys are gimmicks, hide your women
Crooked's into Virginia, drilling the realest women
Feel a villain, I fill em with big pimping
Even the virgin
Cut off my leg, I throw a shoe on my third one
Look how easy the words come
I'm the West Coast savior
That's why they say "Church" when my verse done
Speaking of church, I'm from the city where sinners dwell
Said it's the L-B-C, we came to give 'em hell
It's judgement day, and I'm judging these infidels
Sipping Zinfandel, my liquor be off the Richter scale
Its 2012, we about all bars, We the Chuck Taylor crew
We All Stars. You add Eminem, and the hits are the hardest
We turn DJ's to MMA fighters when they mix Marshall artists
"Brooklyn, if ya'll wanna hear Crooked I do an Acapella let me here yah say
DO THAT SHIT, DO THAT SHIT, DO IT x2
(Crooked I) "Yo Brooklyn, My name Crooked I from the East Side of Long Beach, California.. I'm happy to be here right now.. and everybody in my fuckin' crew's about that like my G"
My gun'll load
I live by another code
My desire -- run the globe
While you thinking you was born to be the shit
Because you fell out of your mother's other hole
Hell motherfucking no
You don't think Crooked I's hot?
Tell me why not? Is it cause my Maybach's in your blind spot?
I sleep with one eye open like a insomnia-stricken Cyclops
Cause I could rest in a pine box
I'm on; so many drinks, can't even count 'em
So high I fall up the stairs 'stead of down 'em
So high, call that American Airlines
Brooklyn, I fuck It up e'ery time!
I tell a rapper, you not a legend like John
Move back, like his embarrassing hairline
N' let the heir to this terror shine
Throughout ugliness, them Slaughters there with me
It's all Lovie Smith, my team bear with me
Still like I'm feeling like a organ donor
So many niggas dying to get a part of me
Like I was born with a rare kidney
But come and get me
I'll leave you down under somewhere in Sydney
Different type of chopper, still airlifting!!
See, my mama named me Dominick
That's anonymous with ominous
I'm in this game to show you what drama is
I'm in this game to conquer it
Like Genghis Khan and his monstrous entourage
What challenger can dodge my barrage?
Look at the duPont Registry, that's my garage
Convertible Beamer, paint blacker than Amistad
Hear the engine noise I'm ballin' with different toys
Still I rap like Kool G. when he was rippin' "Poison"
My pen game is sick, call it Pen-is-illin or Penicilin
Sky's the limit, That's why I ain't have to kill the ceilin'
You guys are gimmicks, hide your women
Crooked's into Virginia, drilling the realest women
Feel a villain, I fill em with big pimping
Even the virgin
Cut off my leg, I throw a shoe on my third one
Look how easy the words come
I'm the West Coast savior
That's why they say "Church" when my verse done
Speaking of church, I'm from the city where sinners dwell
Said it's the L-B-C, we came to give 'em hell
It's judgement day, and I'm judging these infidels
Sipping Zinfandel, my liquor be off the Richter scale
Its 2012, we about all bars, We the Chuck Taylor crew
We All Stars. You add Eminem, and the hits are the hardest
We turn DJ's to MMA fighters when they mix Marshall artists
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