CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ski Mask the Slump God Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #112
Yo
Flipmode
New flavor for your ear
Flipmode, haha
Yo, okay, yo-yo, okay
We some animals after dark so shoutout to Jurassic Park
Kickin' it on the mic', it resemble that martial arts
This that nasty sh*t, all in your face, give you the pink eye
3.14 circles, circ*mference, you n***as pi
Try to ride my wave, a shipwreck, I'm Lord of the Flies
Sayin' that they the best of the youngins, what a disguise
Top five, this generation, I have arrived
Matter of fact, I been in this b*t*h, pregnancy filed
'Cause my textile and texturе of my style
Is consistent with prison bars and pen pals
In this freestylе, I shout out to Bust, click-clack-pow
Been snappin' like wet towels, a bad boy like Mike Lowrey
Ain't no jokes to me, woke up and had an epiphany
Now I know why they don't mention me
'Cause I get under some skin like some leprosy
But the enemy will never ever get best of me
'Cause I know some n***as in the streets with the big birds, no Sesame
You heard his freestyle? He killed it, blacked out, ebony
You hear his cadence and flows? They are so heavenly
Hills may have eyes, but the hills that I'm in is Beverly
I been a wizard, my residence is the Waverly
You steppin' to me, I salute you for that bravery
They know I eat, feed me the beat, b*t*h, cater me
This world is vanity, just a little insanity
I just sit back and send some bread straight to my family
I'm on my Kobe, these motherf**kers can't handle me
Foot on necks is the plan, on the Dawson's Creek like I'm Van Der Beek
b*t*h
I'm gone, haha
Ayy, water, haha
Flipmode
New flavor for your ear
Flipmode, haha
Yo, okay, yo-yo, okay
We some animals after dark so shoutout to Jurassic Park
Kickin' it on the mic', it resemble that martial arts
This that nasty sh*t, all in your face, give you the pink eye
3.14 circles, circ*mference, you n***as pi
Try to ride my wave, a shipwreck, I'm Lord of the Flies
Sayin' that they the best of the youngins, what a disguise
Top five, this generation, I have arrived
Matter of fact, I been in this b*t*h, pregnancy filed
'Cause my textile and texturе of my style
Is consistent with prison bars and pen pals
In this freestylе, I shout out to Bust, click-clack-pow
Been snappin' like wet towels, a bad boy like Mike Lowrey
Ain't no jokes to me, woke up and had an epiphany
Now I know why they don't mention me
'Cause I get under some skin like some leprosy
But the enemy will never ever get best of me
'Cause I know some n***as in the streets with the big birds, no Sesame
You heard his freestyle? He killed it, blacked out, ebony
You hear his cadence and flows? They are so heavenly
Hills may have eyes, but the hills that I'm in is Beverly
I been a wizard, my residence is the Waverly
You steppin' to me, I salute you for that bravery
They know I eat, feed me the beat, b*t*h, cater me
This world is vanity, just a little insanity
I just sit back and send some bread straight to my family
I'm on my Kobe, these motherf**kers can't handle me
Foot on necks is the plan, on the Dawson's Creek like I'm Van Der Beek
b*t*h
I'm gone, haha
Ayy, water, haha
