BIG POKEY - Freestyle Pro lyrics

rate me

[Big Pokey]

I'm a freestyle pro, gon perform

Mouth piece off the heezy, I don't mean no harm

Mic in my palm, can't you see I'm one of the ones

Causing havoc in your speakers, blowing up like bombs

Lyrics is hard, niggaz screaming out I ain't playing

Boys surround and go, what the fuck is you saying

Verbally spraying, infiltrate the seventy stand

Tongue flipping steady peeping, up the clothes that you wearing

I'm a beef breaker, loose leaf sheet shaker

Old school pancaker, right in front of you fakers

I've been labeled on track, or fighting the warlords

These niggaz they get the straw, but really I don't barge

Cutting up bars, presidential with head rests

Seeping through niggaz vests, displaying they chests

Freestyle infested, your guess is as good as mine

Bring the sight to the blind, these bustas gon bow down

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I'm a freestyle pro, Big Po-Yo

Fucking off everything, coming through the do'

Fa sho, niggaz know I'm 330 on the scale

All about my motherfucking mail

[Big Pokey]

I'm a game spitter, the way I spit it ain't a thang

Record sales and mail, I'm here addicted to the fame

Nigga plus the change'll, make me a stage breaker

With a head on my shoulders, I know I'm a stay paper

Keeping haters away from a playa, at all times

Cause a itch and I'll shake the ladder, and make you fall down

Everything on the line, even if I die trying

My mouth piece is blind, I'm spitting it life size

Breath taking define, shining like a diamond ring

Chasing my paper stacks, until I pull a hamstring

From H-Town to Queens, I'm representing supreme

Mobstyle the team, a wolverine with dreams

Triple beam machine, now I'm posted in magazines

Stretched out limousines, or Lamborgini with wings

King of all kings, I'm a rap game veteran

Settling into your intestines, soon as you digest me

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[Big Pokey]

Sneaking in from the back, it's a fact I'm a dat whipper

Hat tipper, plus a twenty fo' track ripper

Freestyle killa, speakers spitting the realer

Cock back a nine milla, hardest pit in the litter

Bust a rhyme I deliver, make you shiver and shake

I put that on the state, I stand tall as a gate

Moving till I checkmate, cause the game is a trip

You get tossed up and flipped, niggaz'll sink your ship

Now you script air tight, I'm a freestyle king

We could take it to the ring, while I slaughter the scene

'99's the year, and I want the whole rock

From the bottom to the top, we gon set up shop

And the shit don't stop, cause I'm thoed in the game

Platinum plus is a must, and ain't a damn thang changed

Ain't no sitting in my game, so don't play me for a hoe

Bout to drop it in the sto's, steady letting boys know

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