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Careful Freestyle

When the wolf start to puff the sheep dont sleep so peaceful.
Yall animals of men like sheeple, and we know
lesser creatures deceitful.
I'm the eye on the triangle so an eye i keep yo
I'm about as evil as the buildin with the steeple.
my church my block my key to the city where the fucks the keyhole
own it all like nino
do you like a rockaby on the street tho'
new jack but no crack no work but you know that we grow
see me sippin the vino smokin the tea so now yknow I need blow
see ho out runnin a fist, but you aint outrunnin these tho
the fast reflexes when we in a tank runnin over some lexus
know about a real gangster look to the links of the past thats the nexus
try to improve upon we the people go on try to annex us  
fuck all yall
I say that you need help
just cuz I dont eat, well blame that on the evil of the people
just cuz I cant sleep well
no money and no roof so I need to seek shel-
ter but that dont mean that mean and you are not equal
heavy weight vs welter,
just cause I see hell it dont mean that every one of the meek will inherit this earth
we sharin this curse
life after birth
life thats the worst
im about to burst
time heals the hurt
time to get mine about time to feel the earth
put him in a box
show you what and who walks
away from this fight
the battlefields a blight
a handfuls only left
can you stand dude, can you step?
Step to me
let you limp away fool let you flee
in a league of my own
smokin tea sip patron
smell the weed hit cologne
girl i know you like when we alone
italian eatin cannelloni
cannabis grow me
only my family really know me
breaking weak bones, shaking egos,  
im tryna be winnin it when ive already won
I got a twisted tongue if truth do be told
Im lookin kinda young when I should be lookin old
my enemies I leave empty like they fasting scared and shakin in the cold
when I am just a dirty bastard bold
lettin them watch and covet as I bask in my rubies, hash and gold
learn to ask what im talkin about; the basque, its old
kill you and desecrate the body, make damn sure the cask get mold
let the master plot unfold
let the cash earned rot and grow
how-
Id rather the world not know
a guilty conscience
just an inconvenience when the city wide murders start to grow
let the message emanate try to stop me when the hash burn slow
I am the light when you die, the flames of hell, see the flash turn glow
in a dark place what day and what time you'll never remember to know
try to rob lyrics when my own language I rhyme in yo
seohuoyllakcuf that mean its time to go
smokin green and time is slow
knowin me I might need mo'
they say “in hindsight dudes evil”
I got that good taste but yalls stew is cold
rap battlin who got the balls to get bold?
yo watch your step your face might just fall threw the flo'
like a cartoon, the horror, oh the gore
most wanted malibu, bitch pull out a harpoon I will raise the forty-four
the very night you die I fuck your mother have her shouting “ oh lordy lord”
damn how small this ho shortys short
I think shes fourty four
only four feet four
hungry bitch said “give me more meat more”
slowly bitch took her seat and pulled it out the drawers
fell out smacked your mother unconscious and im just like “of course”
lookin at your moma look at your baby picture on the drawer Im just like “bitch, up yours”
let me rap some more
need no permission i'll just take the floor
take it all away like a hurricane  dont reckon with this force
i'll unleash it just like those star wars
in her head I
am like a red eyed jedi playin mind tricks on these bar whores
go outside let her in
open up the car doors cuz I am a gentleman
chivalry like rap is dead its gotten the way that rock pop and metal been
kill the rappin player, the rap game will certainly settle him
yknow how the curtain be? Led at him.
mister hide off to go doc jeckelin got the whole city mad at him.
in my mind im lost my god my brains hecklin  
prepare for gods reckonin
soundin like a hillbilly with no six guns but a tech on him.
When they bustin in through the windows and doors somebody snitchin lippin “check austin”
that disrespect will cost  him    his     life
runnin down the street scared, unknowingly about to outrun a bullet, like we was really gonna fist fight?!
you know im pissed, right?
Chk chk blam
when this misfit scam.
So when im pissed I slam
both these fuckin barrels.
Yo you know what its about so go tell these hoes be careful.
Written by Austin_Rura
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