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Say Goodnight Freestyle
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Mac Miller
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The young [?], wearin' his jeans low Chillin' with Vintage and Beedie and killin' this primo The young [?], wearin' his jeans low Chillin' with Vintage and Beedie and- The young [?], wearin' his jeans low Chillin' with Vintage and Beedie and killin' this primo (You know) Ill Spoken, basically I got that mean flow- The young [?], wearin' his jeans low Chillin' with Vintage and Beedie and killin' this primo (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 sh*t Light the spliff, get high 'cause life's a b*t*h So we have nights of mischief Hittin' piff, flippin' zips, [?] chips, takin' cats out they licorice (Gimme that) I'm all skills, no name, no nothing Game don't care about the flame, no chain, no [?] You spit fire, Easy Mac's got that blue flame (Yup) I'm heated, wheated, ready to do things This sh*t amazes me, thought I had a new brain (Uh-huh) 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 MC's 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) Ayo, I move on tracks like trains And drop jewels on tracks like chains Let a fat sack relax my brain I attack tracks with a [?] aim Vintage kick it classic 'cause that's my name For the bread I am leaving cats [?] flat As Beedie gettin' cheesy, it's simple as Easy Mac The Ill Spoken on The Come Up, still smokin' when the blunt's done 'Cause we that fire, better ask someone Hope you catch just rap for fun 'Cause we run laps around ya tracks faster than the NASCAR runs I just wanna smash somethin' with the ass all plump Splash fast, watch some M*A*S*H re-runs Sip some Coke and rum Hip-hop, ya hope has come How High get more playin' time than the coach's son Known as Vinny The Truth, strong as 151, and I'll give 'em the proof So, Beedie, give 'em the poof On the mic, I flip balls like Dominique Dawes I'm the hunt to get yours, I kinda need to floss (What?) Gotta be the boss, these other rappers is soft Like toilet tissue, so official, I'm feelin' it, Sauce (What up?) I'm in the club, man, but ain't nobody heard about me I'm in a pair of Air Nikes and a dirty white tee I see a couple of cuties and they lookin' at me (Sup, baby?) Could it be? I'm sippin' vodka mixed with purple [?] (Haha) Sippin' and spillin' [?] The villains wilin at the ball without a proper ID I be the underaged, the [?] person with [?] That's ready to rip your heart out, I feel it up in my veins (f**k) It's me, Vinny and Mac spittin' plenty of crap Gimme ya sack, I'ma flip it to a penny and packs So, ho, who really on track? My train never stops Leavin' marks and scars on the mic, it's sizzlin' hot, ya dig? Haha, and that's the truth (Yeah), muhf**ka, haha (What you know about it, mayne?) The Ill Spoken (Can we get Brother Free?) Vintage, 412 (We out) (Can we get [?]?)
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