Pro Era - Pitchfork Selector Freestyle lyrics

rate me

On these beats you need to make it feel more super

We need it like duper

MF DOOM or Lord Finesse?

Don’t know

Come through bring the fucking floss to your chest

It’s too much flaws in this shit, not even my style

I’m the type to might go wild, the golden child

From the BK borough, this shit is not thorough

I don’t like this beat

Make another one tomorrow

[Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez]

The room smell like buddah so light up some incense

And I’m worried about my future ‘cause my past was intense

Now a guys careers buzzing, cuz they think he’s in sects

Pair of mid class bitches, have em cummin in sex

But they ours, sweet dreams, smoking sours, picking white

Bitches like flowers, gave Kelly a golden shower

With an R im over your head like I’m on to the next

These bitches is fucking me over and over again

[Verse 3: Chuck Strangers]

You can me Chuck but it's Charles to these hoes

The only fucking stranger that everybody knows

Man, life’s great

Me and my niggas fresher than ya

Kicks on release date, for Pete’s sakes, we in it

We told a friend to tell a friend now that strangers shit's a trend

Not a lifestyle or a movement, just some plans

That we drew up, use to be Che, but I grew up

Now meet Chuck Strangers, the motherfucking screw up

[Verse 4: Joey BADA$$]

Once and again, it’s the flow on the check-in

When I come through and I step in, gotta get the Wessun

This Beast Coast shit that I be reppin’

But you know I do it one time for my brethren

Never peep a flow second I come off straight the melon

Niggas got the shit to tell ‘em, they tried to tell him

They tried to erase them off the tomb

But they see us and we racing with the jewels

[Verse 5: Kirk Knight]

Checking my chakras, it’s total silence

Just watching, my mind extends

Thoughts cause what you call corruption

But a temple keep you sane

I’m sayin’ I don’t think I can live life this way

Where I got to ask my homies for gats instead of homework would home work

If life begins, I get lazy and I slip up

Like a dick up in a condom when I’m trying to fuck some pussy

You are what you eat, but I swear, don’t push me

[Verse 6: ]

Rap assassins, cruising right past ‘em, no actin’

All I hear is talking, see no action

If you so hard, you ain’t even know what happened

Went and lost your rank just for fucking with the captain, slackin’

Now you just stuck up, stuck up in the past tense

Absence…

[Verse 7: Joey BADA$$]

Ain't shit fly unless I rock it, fly like drop kicks

In cockpits, Red Eye fly shit, holding chopsticks

Yo, weigh your options: it’s either you hide your optics

Or it’s back to the block with your profit-less pockets

And I ain’t trying to be another hoodlum, cruel and gruesome

Knew I’d be a big baller before I grew some

Shooting on the cannon, been the last man standing

Let me keep flowing, damn it

You see I been the rhyme-slinging bandit

I came straight through and the legends just handed me

Say, “Yo, he the baby of the golden era”

So you know I should know it’s better

When I come through, and born this way

See I was born this way

And these fiends they just mourn this way

I get on in the morning and play

[Verse 8: Chuck Strangers]

You know how many joints we done sparked in Union Square Park?

After dark, ashing joints out on cop cars

My crew never gave a fuck before

Like Bush in ‘04, all we do is stay high

Shit those was some good times and shout out to Dread

‘Cause, shit, those was some good dimes

And we still live it though our haters lives difficult

Hate to see me winning we put our jeans behind our tongues

Because you know us niggas winning

[Verse 9: Capital STEEZ]

And they already know who I been

Third eye wide, they shouldn't let the flow right in, shit

Let him begin to blend in with the pen

And cut through it like the sun in the wind, shit

I got them wavelengths on point, let's make shifts

Mischief, causing a menace up in the basement

Hazmatic aura, I’m not the one to play with

STEEZ been tight with the flow since the slave ships

I’m the savior; he’s obviously gifted

Trigonometry analogies are twistin’ the system

13 different dimensions

And the rest get swept in quick

[Verse 10: Dirty Sanchez]

I could make it rain and they’re open like umbrellas

I’m flier than propellers; ain’t shit that you could tell us

Bitches that like to whine, we throw ‘em in the cellar

Give ‘em time to mature and hopefully they’ll come out better

Never promise marriage, still wetting the pussy

I’m that high definition so you can’t overlook me too

Eagle eye, check the bird’s eye view

An evil guys since my third tattoo

[Verse 11: Joey Bada$$]

I could tell you what it is; I could tell you what it isn’t

Hop in turnstiles, but I ain't trying to go to prison

I’m trying to earn a better livin’

Ain’t really asking for a lot

By the age of 25, I’m just trying to be alive so I

Speak my piece and sneak my trees

? into the cup where the ? won’t peep

I might tell your chick what’s up if the physique is sweet

And if the head right, I’ll be there every night

[Verse 12: Chuck Strangers]

Fuck school, I took a chance with show biz

Now it’s cameras where we go

Shoot a video, passing hydro to Roby Ro

Car on cruise control, look ma no hands

Niggas rollin' my watch showin’

You mad? It’s too bad

You stressed off them seeds in yo quarter bag?

My prodies roll something that you wish y’all had

[Verse 13: Joey BADA$$]

Call it bags, before I couldn’t afford the hash

But now I got like 10 Porsche plus the stash

Got the stash hidden. You see me?

These rhymes is forbidden, this shit is only when I get bitten

Come out of battle with flea bites, you know my feed right

Niggas don’t want it cause I’m that flea type

And I be in the sky with Skyder

Came back through, niggas tried to drink cider

I don't know, let me get the flow liver

The livest one, chillin’ in Bedford-Stuyvesant

They tried to pass me the livest blunt

Said, “How you ain’t gone just shine this way?”

Say, he the Sun God, so you know he had to do it one time

[Verse 14: CJ Fly]

Better check your specs cause you ain't seein me

I spit that crack so it make sense

Why I'm the negus who you fiend to be

Trying to be like me you niggas Tweedledum and Tweedledee

Flier than Tweetie Bird, tweetin’ words from a cedar tree

You see the G, no contest nor contestin’

Nobody can test this, I’m not to be f’d wit'

So fuckin’ with me, it shouldn't be on your checklist

It’s more like a death wish

I’m just suggestin’ that you jet quick to the closest exit

Before you end up getting your head split