Say Goodnight Freestyle The Ill Spoken (Ft. Vinny Radio)
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[Intro: EZ Mac]
The young niño (What?), wearin' his jeans low
Chillin' with Vintage and Beedie and killin' this Preemo—
The young niño (What?), wearin' his jeans low
Chillin' with Vintage and Beedie and—
The young niño, wearin' his jeans low
Chillin' with Vintage and Beedie and killin' this Preemo (You know)
Ill Spoken, basically I got that mean flow— (PotentProduct.com)
[Verse 1: EZ Mac]
The young niño (What?), wearin' his jeans low
Chillin' with Vintage and Beedie and killin' this Preemo (You know)
Ill Spoken, basically I got that mean flow
I make it hot, like you puttin' on three coats (Yup)
I spit remarkably with words that could part the seas
Spark the tree, grab a pen and pad and just start the beat (Chyeah)
'Cause I'm just tryna chill-chill, write some shit
Light a spliff, get high 'cause life's a bitch
So we have nights of mischief
Hittin' piff, flippin' zips, a fist of chips, takin' cats out they licorice (Gimme that)
I'm all skills, no name, no nothin'
Game don't care about the flame, no chain, no lovin' (Sorry)
See, you spit fire, EZ Mac's got that blue flame (Yup)
I'm heated, wheated, ready to do things
This shit amazes me, thought I had a new brain (Uh-huh)
And feelin' this dude's game is too plain, ba-da-boom-bang (Oh)
Cats thinkin' they can hang
Got yourself a gun, now cats thinkin' they can slang (What you doin'?)
I kick knowledge at those who need to learn
And I spit fire towards the MCs who need to burn (Burn)
Burn, baby, burn, it's the baby's turn
Crazy spittin', rabies, AIDS be worse
Spreadin' sickness, sprayin' germs (Germs, germs)
Yeah, and that's how it goes
In case you haven't heard before (What?), well, now you know (Haha)
The young niño (What?), wearin' his jeans low
Chillin' with Vintage and Beedie and killin' this Preemo—
The young niño (What?), wearin' his jeans low
Chillin' with Vintage and Beedie and—
The young niño, wearin' his jeans low
Chillin' with Vintage and Beedie and killin' this Preemo (You know)
Ill Spoken, basically I got that mean flow— (PotentProduct.com)
[Verse 1: EZ Mac]
The young niño (What?), wearin' his jeans low
Chillin' with Vintage and Beedie and killin' this Preemo (You know)
Ill Spoken, basically I got that mean flow
I make it hot, like you puttin' on three coats (Yup)
I spit remarkably with words that could part the seas
Spark the tree, grab a pen and pad and just start the beat (Chyeah)
'Cause I'm just tryna chill-chill, write some shit
Light a spliff, get high 'cause life's a bitch
So we have nights of mischief
Hittin' piff, flippin' zips, a fist of chips, takin' cats out they licorice (Gimme that)
I'm all skills, no name, no nothin'
Game don't care about the flame, no chain, no lovin' (Sorry)
See, you spit fire, EZ Mac's got that blue flame (Yup)
I'm heated, wheated, ready to do things
This shit amazes me, thought I had a new brain (Uh-huh)
And feelin' this dude's game is too plain, ba-da-boom-bang (Oh)
Cats thinkin' they can hang
Got yourself a gun, now cats thinkin' they can slang (What you doin'?)
I kick knowledge at those who need to learn
And I spit fire towards the MCs who need to burn (Burn)
Burn, baby, burn, it's the baby's turn
Crazy spittin', rabies, AIDS be worse
Spreadin' sickness, sprayin' germs (Germs, germs)
Yeah, and that's how it goes
In case you haven't heard before (What?), well, now you know (Haha)
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