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Super Gremlin Freestyle
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Joell Ortiz
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Man, we could be superstars We been ridin', wreckin’ cars (Uh, huh) What is at stakes for us? (Yeah) Kickin' off power mirrors Y'all dealin’ with two superstars Stupid bars, who's in charge? If you involved in rappin', you at odds with this, new group is H.A.R.D Remove the guards from Mount Rushmore Russia made room for our mugshots Chopped in solid rock Glock c*ck molotov C*cktail pops every shot, lock a blocker like Serge Ibaka Do guards on the block, try to put me in a box But I'm nice enough to play hopscotch in my socks Rock my scotch and soda gins, neat like no soda in my scotch You scotch tape, I'm yellow tape, stick around While I stick figure n***as, every drop get used to me (Yaowa) My day ones tеllin' newcomers like "Oh man, this ain't nеw to me" Son been spewin' eulogies in the booth with ease Since Ray Allen and Reggie Miller were shootin’ threes Since pops told Craig "Put the gun down, son, real men use two of these" Here I am, grown man, ten twenty years, and no slowin’ down Ten twenty minutes set, ten twenty thousand in my sweats, best show in town Model S Plaid, ten twenty horsepower, can't even hear me roll around (Shhh) I hit a switch, and it take off like a pu**y little b*t*h When it’s time to fight, you all bark and not a bite I'm a gremlin, kept the little gizmo wet, n***as That's how you earn a stripe I'm a dope boy from the trap sh*t Yeah, I sound dope on this trap sh*t This is real spill, no captions Still my real name, my rap sh*t Closed casket Closed casket, mo’ cla**ics, go gla**es, no caption Yo a** is mola**es, you slow (Slow) Thinkin' I won't come around to toe tag sh*t, you know (Know) I ain't gon keep listen to the hoe a** sh*t, let's go (Go) N***as try to throw shots at me, they crazy N***as threw a shot so weak, that sh*t didn't even tase me (Damn) Sh*t didn't even phase me (Damn), 'least you coulda grazed me Every time you talk sh*t about me, you insult the n***as that raise me Call my phone like "What up, Crook? These n***as trippin'" We trippin' too Infrared n***a, infragreen n***a, infrablue I got every color on the stick, when the lights are off, I'ma get at you This is true, all you do is make a bunch of sh*t I never listen to I be bumpin' that b*t*hes brew, b*t*hes you Out your mind, we goin' to war "Where you learn to act like that, Crook?" Old n***as at the corner store Taught me how to get more and more NY 4s like Jordan wore, clean you up like floor decor The streets sweeper did chores before Why would I fear any rapper, semi clapper? Minnie mac that are spinnin' backwards Long Beach, I'm with the city factors Litty jackers, Green Bay, we really Packers Big guns, which one? Six touchdowns, one field goal, colt .45, Indianapolis Super gremlin, shootin' crazy, the bazooka trembiln' Leader of the movement, Putin's Kremlin Medieval torture, chop your head like the Duke of Finland Blow your car up and shoot the engine Only thing left is the whoopty's emblem Shooter slide off bumpin' trap sh*t N***as probably thought Gucci sent them Told you, we be spinnin' like the globe do Long Beach, that's a code blue Top down in my old school Grown man playin' slow jams On the phone with my broham Joell, we gotta drop another album, f**k up the program I'm gone, man I'm gone, I'm outta here, hahaha Yo, they ain't f**k with me and Joell, man They ain't f**kin' with us, hahaha Ah, sh*t June
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