JUICE - Freestyle Or Written lyrics

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[Verse 1]

I freestyle erratically for those that wanna battle me

Spit venom at MC's until this mic cord is statiky

Do damage to a salt and a peppa, without the battery

When you diss, you flatter me, i'm fuckin up your whole anatomy

It's in tannar, oh your hoe, we ran in here

With thirteen king size chocolate antennas

And in my city, for real jo, i'm sick of who talk

About, how me and my man is on the dick of New York

Cuz when I innovate, I incinerate, then I eliminate

You in a state of shock until these niggaz hypervenilate

I serve the east coast to west coast and don't discriminate

Penetrate, I crush all beef right where it eminate

I day light, my stray mic strike from twi-light

And I'ma stay tight, play right, create highlights

And ain't nobody fina do me, especially in this bitch game I'm ruthless

I use my middle finger when I switch lanes, pertainin

TO being entertainin, now I'm rainin, I slay men

Experts and lay men with my play pen, I'm scrapin

Remotely holding rap down and shapin

A style handcrafted since the days of my play-pen

And my drop-top, I rock spots, I got it not-stop, when my glock pop

I had the hardest niggaz playin hop-scotch, I'm top notch

And if she ain't fuckin then watch me cock block

I hit hot spot, and pop-lock, a nigga knock knock

I'm enterin, Juice's shit is colder than the winter and

These instumentals bang and leave a nigga's skin splinterin

"Friday the 13th" I rip Jason

A slick Mason like Perry, with more game than dick racin

Perfection, rap erection, now let my teks in

I burn your neck skin, these niggaz start epilepsin

Juice steps in, and If a mothafuckers tests us

They scrapin his ass of the floor like ass festers


I just freestyle the hook and display my skills

No matter what a nigga kick, you'll be on my dills

Get your notebook, quote, it's time to take notes

Cant fuck with the freestyles or what I got wrote

Swear to god, I just rip it and freestyles my skills

And everything I kick is dope, so they be on my dills

And When I get done with the song, you think I'm bullshittin

Cuz you wont know if it's freestyle or if the shit is written

[Verse 2]

Niggaz swear to god, they fina rip the microphone

I swear they could go gold if they bought a herringbone

They need knee-pads, looking at my style cuz I'ma be bad

I swear it's sop DOPE, I had to check into a rehab

Never nervous, MC's are worthless, put down your pencil

My instrumental, will cramp your style like a menstrual

scenario, it's time for your mothafuckin burial

I'll murder you and burn your promotional material

genetically and alphabetically, I'm the thickest

And theoretically, poetically, I'm the sickest

MY bic is, scribblin, yo it ain't no riddlin

If rap was defense, I'll have Kobe double dribblin

I'll leave this mothafucker so hot, it'll be sizzlin

I haven't even started my rain, I'm only drizzlin

I'm unpresentable like pierce needles through your genetals

In general, I'm known for stealin shows like a criminal

I'm crucial, mathematically, I'll reduce you

I'll nuce you, i'll shoot your posse even if they neutral

Yo, don't drink and drive when you choosing my tape

Is like, cruising on the freeway and losing your breaks

And the crash will be a crash that will trash your ass

I'll harass this mothafuckers from the first to the last

With no immunity, when my tape hits the black community

Niggaz will put the crack down and start usin me

MY shit enges, average bend downs in inches

My tape so dope, it should've came with two syringes

I blend this, with no glitches for all you bitches

Last time I got so open, I needed stitches

When every nigga in they Lex and Hyundais heard this

I leave niggaz quiet than the Sunday service

I can burn anyone stepping in my jurisdiction

Big Juice, I'm in the house like a shorty on restriction


I'm like Schwarzenegger, when I try to erase

These niggaz talk behind my back but they be all up in my face

If I do kick a written rhyme, for your instant bonus

I'll make you change your name to "The Rapper Formerly Known As"

So next time please just get off my dills

And let me do whatever and display my skills

Cuz no matter if it's freestyle, no matter if it's written

I'm a dope nigga, that's no bullshittin

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