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LimeLinx - Preview - Let's Get This Paper Freestyle....mp3
I got the green on my mind, got the Celtics cap fitted on
did a song for my niggas that be getting there slinging on..
slanging on….this aint rapping this is called life.
So before you call me out…I think you need to call Christ
And ask whats the best decision…if you need to try a nigga
And I bet he tells you son…its best you stay quiet nigga
Yea…spit more flames than a fire nigga….
V.I. till I die…….or expire nigga
Haha..What’s a battle scar to a soldier
On the front line so im standing behind a no one..
Its all me ….and I don’t need no confirmation
I do me…and you just do a lot of hating
Yea…that why im climbing while you free falling
On my own two feet. a nigga tree talling
And I always answer when the MOney callin
I’m in love money that’s my D -arling…
Riding through the streets niggas what they call me
Cli-city nigga and F.A.B my army
Pump fake dudes, aint never gon shoot…
Silence on the nine...Now you pussies on mute…
You used to be hard…but you niggas on fruit
Soft ass bras you dudes on cute no homo..
Me…never been a busta…
V.I. in this bitch mother fucker
…
Yeahh
They can stare but they can never overlook me
Two years from now...i bet they over book me
Dreaming from a dark room….my thoughts seems corridor…
Closed in and scary….but my hearts in another door
Four…years…later bet they realize that my words meant so much more
They just minimized thoughts….
Fighting against fear….but they lost
Whats the cost
Of losing all just to gain a piece of paper..
But when that paper rules the world….i say the risk is greater.
The dish is catered..no more waiting on the elevator…we escalators
Known rap penetrators…
I spit sick got the beat on a respirator
Yea…check my watch time to address the haters…
P.O. Box fuck you…fucking ass hole
You extra poor…like a niggas with his cast broke
Came in first but they calling me the last hope
Yeah baby…
St. Croix killa
I aint trying act hard...Obviously im realer
Apparently you don’t realized when the you staring in the eyes of a gorilla
Yea I go bananas and these ladies try’na peel us
But atleast they feel us and holla that they need us
Premature rappers looking like a fetus..
Imma prey on em…now they need jesus
Amen..
It doesnt take much…just a pad and a pen
A list of fake rappers..a mic, 8 dens
For the bodies when im done feasting…I ate them
You niggas soft like clay…aiken…
I think im done… but imma keep spitting
I could keep going, I could keep shitting
On them, wack ass dudes who in front my face grinning
But when I turn my face plotting how to stop me from winning
How to stop me from progressing in this game called life
How to stop they girl from screaming my name all night
The fame all nice….she came hard twice
the pressure will make you crack…like plain hard white
same thoughts twice…the lane called right
so you change yall flights but the pain jaws bite..
arrange to have it made…but you derange yall lifes
the ways are light..i mean there lit
battle of the fittest…..the game called fit
the game been dead..i still wont quit..
I took a lot shots…and I still wont miss
I still got heart…Cli-City…. That’s it….
I got the green on my mind, got the Celtics cap fitted on
did a song for my niggas that be getting there slinging on..
slanging on….this aint rapping this is called life.
So before you call me out…I think you need to call Christ
And ask whats the best decision…if you need to try a nigga
And I bet he tells you son…its best you stay quiet nigga
Yea…spit more flames than a fire nigga….
V.I. till I die…….or expire nigga
Haha..What’s a battle scar to a soldier
On the front line so im standing behind a no one..
Its all me ….and I don’t need no confirmation
I do me…and you just do a lot of hating
Yea…that why im climbing while you free falling
On my own two feet. a nigga tree talling
And I always answer when the MOney callin
I’m in love money that’s my D -arling…
Riding through the streets niggas what they call me
Cli-city nigga and F.A.B my army
Pump fake dudes, aint never gon shoot…
Silence on the nine...Now you pussies on mute…
You used to be hard…but you niggas on fruit
Soft ass bras you dudes on cute no homo..
Me…never been a busta…
V.I. in this bitch mother fucker
…
Yeahh
They can stare but they can never overlook me
Two years from now...i bet they over book me
Dreaming from a dark room….my thoughts seems corridor…
Closed in and scary….but my hearts in another door
Four…years…later bet they realize that my words meant so much more
They just minimized thoughts….
Fighting against fear….but they lost
Whats the cost
Of losing all just to gain a piece of paper..
But when that paper rules the world….i say the risk is greater.
The dish is catered..no more waiting on the elevator…we escalators
Known rap penetrators…
I spit sick got the beat on a respirator
Yea…check my watch time to address the haters…
P.O. Box fuck you…fucking ass hole
You extra poor…like a niggas with his cast broke
Came in first but they calling me the last hope
Yeah baby…
St. Croix killa
I aint trying act hard...Obviously im realer
Apparently you don’t realized when the you staring in the eyes of a gorilla
Yea I go bananas and these ladies try’na peel us
But atleast they feel us and holla that they need us
Premature rappers looking like a fetus..
Imma prey on em…now they need jesus
Amen..
It doesnt take much…just a pad and a pen
A list of fake rappers..a mic, 8 dens
For the bodies when im done feasting…I ate them
You niggas soft like clay…aiken…
I think im done… but imma keep spitting
I could keep going, I could keep shitting
On them, wack ass dudes who in front my face grinning
But when I turn my face plotting how to stop me from winning
How to stop me from progressing in this game called life
How to stop they girl from screaming my name all night
The fame all nice….she came hard twice
the pressure will make you crack…like plain hard white
same thoughts twice…the lane called right
so you change yall flights but the pain jaws bite..
arrange to have it made…but you derange yall lifes
the ways are light..i mean there lit
battle of the fittest…..the game called fit
the game been dead..i still wont quit..
I took a lot shots…and I still wont miss
I still got heart…Cli-City…. That’s it….
