Boss freestyle by EJ3000 Lyrics
I'm tiptoein on fo' swangers, eighty-fo's like Randy Moss
Dudes talk the game and I'm tryna floss
Headed for the border man, I'm making it cross
Never takin a loss, weak rappers I toss
Cuz I pay the cost to be the boss
We rippin they heads off for tryin to cross
Opposite cross, rap with the force, chop shop hit a loss
Like Slim, he do gloss on everything that he floss
Stay in the kitchen, working the magic wand mob boss
R.I.P. to my G's and chicks, we still swanging them do's
Arrogance is the feature that we added for floss
Like Ricky Ross flip coke in the 80's boss
For these stacks ain't no tellin' what I come across
Shackle their minds when they're bent on the cross...
You located in Victoria Secret full of bras
Shoot 'em down like the All World Crime Boss
Or do I just fold and take the loss?
A Big Mac with no lettuce and sauce
Take this Brooklyn holocaust, low key any cross
Strapped down, I'd still get my point across
Darkness moved in, somebody burned the cross
Jumping through the land across
I use Simon's guitar strings to floss
Scotty, he's gettin deeper in the sauce
In order to be the boss
Massaging brains puting across
Chaos and pain and loss
I pulled up 84's, suicide drop do's
Desired many highs, led to memory loss
10 thousand on my rist I'm da boss
And bury me like my father on the cross
About the homeless situation in America boss
I got no draws, only K.O's
So muthafuck Bruce Springsteen and Diana Ross
AOTP: every member is a boss
The frontier of loss..
Dead boss, somebody call Red Cross
Punk ass bitch, you'll take a loss
Mixtape, nickel and diming, we got plenty O's
Perspired over bridges I never had to cross
I got candy and chrome, on everything I floss
We still repent even if Christ ain't die on the cross
Wasn't no mongoose for me, or sued Pumas for the Boss
My job to turn heads, so I'm suicide with my do's Dead boss, somebody call Red Cross
Punk ass bitch, you'll take a loss
Mixtape, nickel and diming, we got plenty O's
Perspired over bridges I never had to cross
I got candy and chrome, on everything I floss
We still repent even if Christ ain't die on the cross
Wasn't no mongoose for me, or sued Pumas for the Boss
My job to turn heads, so I'm suicide with my do's
On the world tour, with nothin' less than the boss
Expanding growth that stands and holds hip-hop on a cross
Got it though, who the man, who the boss
Have you cryin' like a bitch when you takin' a loss
Kinky with a fetish, I'm your pimp and boss
Perspired over bridges I never had to cross
So muthafuck Bruce Springsteen and Diana Ross
To see you sleep like Spanish moss
Fuck the C.O.'s, and C.O.3's
Brooklyn shit, Sauce
Darkside of the Force
They'll never catch you Sleepy Horse
Either outcome is horrible of course
Bust with magnum force
Lost in the source
No question, you're willin of course
Dudes talk the game and I'm tryna floss
Headed for the border man, I'm making it cross
Never takin a loss, weak rappers I toss
Cuz I pay the cost to be the boss
We rippin they heads off for tryin to cross
Opposite cross, rap with the force, chop shop hit a loss
Like Slim, he do gloss on everything that he floss
Stay in the kitchen, working the magic wand mob boss
R.I.P. to my G's and chicks, we still swanging them do's
Arrogance is the feature that we added for floss
Like Ricky Ross flip coke in the 80's boss
For these stacks ain't no tellin' what I come across
Shackle their minds when they're bent on the cross...
You located in Victoria Secret full of bras
Shoot 'em down like the All World Crime Boss
Or do I just fold and take the loss?
A Big Mac with no lettuce and sauce
Take this Brooklyn holocaust, low key any cross
Strapped down, I'd still get my point across
Darkness moved in, somebody burned the cross
Jumping through the land across
I use Simon's guitar strings to floss
Scotty, he's gettin deeper in the sauce
In order to be the boss
Massaging brains puting across
Chaos and pain and loss
I pulled up 84's, suicide drop do's
Desired many highs, led to memory loss
10 thousand on my rist I'm da boss
And bury me like my father on the cross
About the homeless situation in America boss
I got no draws, only K.O's
So muthafuck Bruce Springsteen and Diana Ross
AOTP: every member is a boss
The frontier of loss..
Dead boss, somebody call Red Cross
Punk ass bitch, you'll take a loss
Mixtape, nickel and diming, we got plenty O's
Perspired over bridges I never had to cross
I got candy and chrome, on everything I floss
We still repent even if Christ ain't die on the cross
Wasn't no mongoose for me, or sued Pumas for the Boss
My job to turn heads, so I'm suicide with my do's Dead boss, somebody call Red Cross
Punk ass bitch, you'll take a loss
Mixtape, nickel and diming, we got plenty O's
Perspired over bridges I never had to cross
I got candy and chrome, on everything I floss
We still repent even if Christ ain't die on the cross
Wasn't no mongoose for me, or sued Pumas for the Boss
My job to turn heads, so I'm suicide with my do's
On the world tour, with nothin' less than the boss
Expanding growth that stands and holds hip-hop on a cross
Got it though, who the man, who the boss
Have you cryin' like a bitch when you takin' a loss
Kinky with a fetish, I'm your pimp and boss
Perspired over bridges I never had to cross
So muthafuck Bruce Springsteen and Diana Ross
To see you sleep like Spanish moss
Fuck the C.O.'s, and C.O.3's
Brooklyn shit, Sauce
Darkside of the Force
They'll never catch you Sleepy Horse
Either outcome is horrible of course
Bust with magnum force
Lost in the source
No question, you're willin of course