Down Goes Frazier Freestyle by GhostWridah Lyrics
[Intro]
Lord, I wake up and I think about this shit everyday
You know what I'm talking 'bout, like
For real
[Verse]
I said that I would I do it
They thought I was bullshittin but I wasn't
My momma said this rapping stuff was really bout nothing
But then I got a check and then she understood it all
I told her I wanna fly, she said not before you crawl
I said momma you a trip, watch me defy gravity
Good life's sweet and baby you deserve a cavity
Lose, I ain't having it, topic of discussion
And I'm only tryin to win like I'm asking you a question
And you probly ain't get it
Pardon me if I'm witty
My cousin just hit a lick and a part of me wants to split it
Am I wrong? Cause if I am, God show a sign
Eviction notice on my door got me thinking crime
But I ain't thinking straight, that's the liquor talking
Murder any rapper, nigga pick a coffin
Pick a beat apart, something like a fleet of sharks
And if you listen like a serf, then you can see the heart
That I possess, suckas know I'm the best
Like hitting a dirty hooker, not the one you wanna test
I am blessed, or am I really cursed?
There's Henney in my glass, but winning is what I thirst
So go on and drink up, we gonna celebrate life like the world's ending
I speak truth through these bars, Earl Simmons
I shut em down, open up shop fast
Dashboard, all wood like a shop class
Haters look at me and wonder how I shot past
Presidential, I shoulda been in Barack class
Stacking money fast, why blow it?
Cause you could fall off before you ever even know it
[Outro - Howard Cussel Audio Clip]
Angie Dundee, Ali's trainer right next to me is saying it, you may hear him:
DOWN GOES FRAZIER!
DOWN GOES FRAZIER!
DOWN GOES FRAZIER!
The heavyweight champion is taking the mandatory eight count, and Foreman is as poised as can be...
Lord, I wake up and I think about this shit everyday
You know what I'm talking 'bout, like
For real
[Verse]
I said that I would I do it
They thought I was bullshittin but I wasn't
My momma said this rapping stuff was really bout nothing
But then I got a check and then she understood it all
I told her I wanna fly, she said not before you crawl
I said momma you a trip, watch me defy gravity
Good life's sweet and baby you deserve a cavity
Lose, I ain't having it, topic of discussion
And I'm only tryin to win like I'm asking you a question
And you probly ain't get it
Pardon me if I'm witty
My cousin just hit a lick and a part of me wants to split it
Am I wrong? Cause if I am, God show a sign
Eviction notice on my door got me thinking crime
But I ain't thinking straight, that's the liquor talking
Murder any rapper, nigga pick a coffin
Pick a beat apart, something like a fleet of sharks
And if you listen like a serf, then you can see the heart
That I possess, suckas know I'm the best
Like hitting a dirty hooker, not the one you wanna test
I am blessed, or am I really cursed?
There's Henney in my glass, but winning is what I thirst
So go on and drink up, we gonna celebrate life like the world's ending
I speak truth through these bars, Earl Simmons
I shut em down, open up shop fast
Dashboard, all wood like a shop class
Haters look at me and wonder how I shot past
Presidential, I shoulda been in Barack class
Stacking money fast, why blow it?
Cause you could fall off before you ever even know it
[Outro - Howard Cussel Audio Clip]
Angie Dundee, Ali's trainer right next to me is saying it, you may hear him:
DOWN GOES FRAZIER!
DOWN GOES FRAZIER!
DOWN GOES FRAZIER!
The heavyweight champion is taking the mandatory eight count, and Foreman is as poised as can be...