Mike's Freestyle Of Dedicated Testo

Testo Mike's Freestyle Of Dedicated

yo yo yo I have a dream of a scene between the green hills Clouds pull away, and the sunlight's revealed People don't talk about keeping' it real It's understood that they actually will And intoxicated and stimulated MC's floatin in the trees, paranoid Are gone in the breeze Watch them flee, hip-hop hits, take a walk with me And what you'll see is a land where the sands made of crushed up wax And the sky beyond you Is krylon blue And everybody speaks in a dialective rhyme MC's have left materialism behind them Meanwhile, I just grip my mic And hope me and my crew make it through alright Because say what you will And say what you might But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night I've see a lot of shit I've talk to a bum out on Sunset Strip He asked me how would you feel if everybody acted like you didn't exist You'd lose your grip you'd Probably eventually flip So let it be known, the only reason that we do this So you can pick it up and just bang ya head to it While MC's fight to see who can be the commonest We float overhead like a space odyssey monolith Overseeing the game Over being part of the same old thing It's all gonna change, in a hurricane Darkness and pain, and acidic rain and promises you won't do it again Meanwhile, I just grip this mic at the wake of show doin in it we rockin all night ready to spit that? go ahead an spit that spit that me and Rocka haven't begun to hit you yet when I get you open your insides will make you wet you bet hostile when I'm rappin to you got you asking god how we let this happen to you Bringin on the fat lady And the fat man too And shoot them both out of a canon Over Katmandu If you're sleepin, I'm knockin out the sandman too I'll beat the yellow out of you Till you're black and blue Laughed at you And any MC who wants to (something, can't make it out) MCs so mixed up their bones are pullin muscles And their bladders leakin out And down their legs into a puddle What's that? Laying you flat survival tacticly You wanna battle me? You better start thinkin practicly Line after line Casually rhymin this rapidly And endin this You never get a chance to buzz back at me