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Eddie Ill and DL f Brooklyn Academy

Brooklyn Academy Freestyle

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Intro:Psss...Oh my god, Yo! These niggaz wil` out, son!Yo, Eddie Ill, man, do you know what you just didputtin these guys on your tape? Yo these niggaz isstraight off the...yo they be wil`in, yo Brooklyn AcDJ Eddie Ill, DL Three, comin` atchyou live in 3-dIs you ready for this, man? Brooklyn Ac[Mr. Metaphor]Ay-yo we indestructible son it`s real like thatYou can shoot me with a bullet, it`ll heal right backI`ll eat forty MC`s, as a real light snackYo where the mic at? I lay my game down quite flatI got a tight rap I`ma stick in your headWith a big fat blunt to leave you glistening redAll the ladies know I`m bad, bad! and wicked in bedCause some cats bite the bush, but I lick it insteadBut girl I`m only going down if you giving me headAnd I`ma "Put it on! Put it on!" like Kid Capri saidSon I`m tougher than leather, I`ll rip a verse like cheap threadThen put my hand on dick and make you love (?Deep Jay?)I got, no regrets, no weight on my backPut on your seat-belt strap it ain`t safe on my trackFuck puttin out a name, I want my face on the mapI want them gimme head shorties with they face in my lapSnake in the grass, I got your girl shakin her assI roll with grimy BK cats who rake in your cashSon we `robbin old folks and makin the dash`Jumpin through store fronts wild and breakin the glassI`m only looking toward the future, stay away from my pastCause I looked death in the face when I was eight and a halfMC`s is D- work, son I`m acin the classCircus clown acts, y`all keep makin me laugh[Icon]Ay-yo a nigga like me wanna get paid and these streetsthese streets, you they Canada DryI lay you back with the plans in my mind, party dunnWe in the back with our hats in the front, passin the bluntIf there`s beef then we blastin them upIf I don`t know you, I don`t fuck with you counterfeit thugsNigga, cause y`all just rent them cars, nigga, you semi-hardI`ma hit you with the semi-, you semi-goneAnd if you wanna battle, dude, I`ll pull a gat on youI`ma put a whole in you, and your man in back of youand your man that`s in back of himNigga, that`s only one bullet, imagine tenI`ll kill a whole club, hold upI got it sewn up, my niggaz role upAnd y`all niggaz, ain`t no thugs, never sold drugsI spit till I ain`t gots no spitI spit during a lunar eclipseI spit till I ain`t got no lipsI`ma spit until my skin fall offEverything I spit is sick, I ain`t well no moreHell`s my cure, freed Jesus who was nailed to the crossSwallowed the devil, spit fire out the ?shit-pieced fork?[Block McLoud]Yo, yo, I beat you down like "Headare Nutsbound"On a bus bound for uptown cause you wouldn`t gimme a bus downYou ain`t truly hard, I pull your card on the boulevardRob you for your jewelry guard and jewelry cardCause I`ma, full retard, in fact I`ll slap you sillyI`ll tap the jelly out your capillarySon your harmless, at your very worst you wouldn`t accomplisha sidekick, you ride dicks, you like a armrest - you get elbowed!You`re just a pussy cat with a pussy rapI`ll bend your cap and push it backYou a has been, you ain`t lastinI can`t get ? fastin, get tossed fast into the trash bin, you poo-putYou get chewed up, like new gutYou`re a bitch screwed up, knocked up, then tubes cutYou don`t come off blue nuts, you`re bashfulBabblin blocks, a handful you can`t handle[Pumpkinhead]I spit faster than the average rapperBrooklyn Ac a bunch of bastards that`ll jack yaQuicker than a flash`a, Black talons comin at yaPistol packer, we want your money, your wife, and the keys to your AcuraAnd the number to your managerSo we can whip his ass for even thinking you got staminaNigga, we proffessionals with guns and the camerasSo smell and say cheese, I put one in your bandannaI spit that sick shit, that give your mans cancerBlack Panther, disguised as a panhandlerElbow you in the face like Tito SantanaYou can tell we hungry, you can tell we grungyI smoke blunts in front of the church, every SundayAbuse crews cause they got loose screws like Kelly BundyI can tell you dumbies, I can tell you funnyAnd I can tell you gay like the Purple Telle-Tubby[Icon]Ay-yo Brooklyn Ac niggaz, we slap niggazBattle wack niggaz, strapped with mac-millazCock-back and slap, average rap niggazSnatch tracks with the impacts of crack dealersBattle for dough, battle for shinesBattle for whips, battle for chips, NIGGA ITS ON!Ay-yo, battle for hoes, battle for dimesBattle for streets, battle for beats, NIGGA ITS ON!

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