NFL Freestyle The Last Verse Standing Contest - Round 2 by Chilla Jones Lyrics
[Intro]
It's ya boy, Chilla Jones
BB Productions
You know I figured a lot of cats gon come with some name flips
Wit all the contest winners
In their verse, that's cool
See, I did the NBA verse
And I threw all thirty teams in a sixteen
So now
Since we in Super Bowl season
Let's do it like this
(Look) listen
[Verse]
My punchline's infinite
No swears but if I curse 'em
Then his Voodoo Doll-fin to have some pins in it (Yea)
You ain't a rapper worth a major deal
You don't hustle or push vikes, for nine or 10 to pay the bills
My dudes'll raid a stash, ram sack a town
You'll see hawks under their coats as they pats you down
So fast it'll make ya head spin
Cause lyin' and being foul can get son burned, no red skin
You roll with'saints that ain't nothin' near evil
I know cowboys that bear arms and buck and air eagles
I'm a giant
Cardinal rule, pay 'em no mind
Heat to ya chest like the team Lebron co-sign
This dudes the nicest yet
So when I sign i'll need a charger, a jag and a few private jets
The crowd ravin' when the prince come
I tend to see a lot of cats
That need they flow tightened like Vince Young
Huh
Ya brown skin shorty wanna chief with 'em
My team official ain't a thief with 'em
Listen
They ain't have to steal her, she be textin
So she gon' pack her bags fam, they bend gals over then they sex 'em
My fans consisting of mad whites
Who act like the Panthers, support everything this black writes
Thirty NBA teams, thirty two footballers
I deserve to win cause my verses all look smarter
My hooks harder
My presence in the present is a present
The flow is so current it could push water
Alyssa Marie, Moom and impressive
So just make room as the movement progresses
[Outro]
T-O-C (Yeah)
It's ya boy, Chilla Jones
BB Productions
You know I figured a lot of cats gon come with some name flips
Wit all the contest winners
In their verse, that's cool
See, I did the NBA verse
And I threw all thirty teams in a sixteen
So now
Since we in Super Bowl season
Let's do it like this
(Look) listen
[Verse]
My punchline's infinite
No swears but if I curse 'em
Then his Voodoo Doll-fin to have some pins in it (Yea)
You ain't a rapper worth a major deal
You don't hustle or push vikes, for nine or 10 to pay the bills
My dudes'll raid a stash, ram sack a town
You'll see hawks under their coats as they pats you down
So fast it'll make ya head spin
Cause lyin' and being foul can get son burned, no red skin
You roll with'saints that ain't nothin' near evil
I know cowboys that bear arms and buck and air eagles
I'm a giant
Cardinal rule, pay 'em no mind
Heat to ya chest like the team Lebron co-sign
This dudes the nicest yet
So when I sign i'll need a charger, a jag and a few private jets
The crowd ravin' when the prince come
I tend to see a lot of cats
That need they flow tightened like Vince Young
Huh
Ya brown skin shorty wanna chief with 'em
My team official ain't a thief with 'em
Listen
They ain't have to steal her, she be textin
So she gon' pack her bags fam, they bend gals over then they sex 'em
My fans consisting of mad whites
Who act like the Panthers, support everything this black writes
Thirty NBA teams, thirty two footballers
I deserve to win cause my verses all look smarter
My hooks harder
My presence in the present is a present
The flow is so current it could push water
Alyssa Marie, Moom and impressive
So just make room as the movement progresses
[Outro]
T-O-C (Yeah)