Manhattan Freestyle by KC JK Lyrics
[Verse 1: KC]
It's like you messed up
Your point in time
Petty crime
Put you on the line like a suicide
Like bless up
It's overtime
Chest up, I'm feelin' fine, for the pride
Now I'm on the side with a glass of wine (yes sir!)
Like shut up
I'ma just go light the wood up (What up?)
We in New York when the sun up
Go and get your bread up
Lane change, you won't have to stay inside the same game (damn)
Wait, I'ma keep my wheels on the pavement, skate shit
I don't really care if you say shit, stay back
All my fuckin' bars gettin' flagrant; that's payback
For my whole life I ain't say jack
I don't get money on my paycheck; it's my dollar bills
I just really rap, that's my illest will
Got all this green in my trees like it's chlorophyll
And I'm pointing out these problems like I'm Dr. Phil, yeah
[Hook]
(Manhattan freestyle, yeah
Manhattan freestyle, uh yeah) x4d
[Verse 2: JK the Homie]
I'm handing out all this energy to defeat all my enemies
Count 'em up by the hundreds, all on the floor like them centipedes
Like the basics of empathy, not some low-budget 'phetamines
At the heart of my soul that sits at the main fuckin' centerpiece
Now you know that I'm straight up on all my goals (woo)
Asking around, you been taking polls
Wanna be sipping up on my soul
But the truth of the matter is no motherfuckin' platter bitch
Gotta be diggin', there ain't no time for no slippin'
You do it all for the children before you payin' at toll
If you needin' a hand then I'ma lend you a bowl
If you really a man, do it 'fore you is old
A tendency for smokin' up some darts in the sea inside the city sleeping sound up with some stars like a convict set inside a cell, feeling up these bars
Really boutta cash out at the end of this part (yuh)
(That's fuckin' it)
It's like you messed up
Your point in time
Petty crime
Put you on the line like a suicide
Like bless up
It's overtime
Chest up, I'm feelin' fine, for the pride
Now I'm on the side with a glass of wine (yes sir!)
Like shut up
I'ma just go light the wood up (What up?)
We in New York when the sun up
Go and get your bread up
Lane change, you won't have to stay inside the same game (damn)
Wait, I'ma keep my wheels on the pavement, skate shit
I don't really care if you say shit, stay back
All my fuckin' bars gettin' flagrant; that's payback
For my whole life I ain't say jack
I don't get money on my paycheck; it's my dollar bills
I just really rap, that's my illest will
Got all this green in my trees like it's chlorophyll
And I'm pointing out these problems like I'm Dr. Phil, yeah
[Hook]
(Manhattan freestyle, yeah
Manhattan freestyle, uh yeah) x4d
[Verse 2: JK the Homie]
I'm handing out all this energy to defeat all my enemies
Count 'em up by the hundreds, all on the floor like them centipedes
Like the basics of empathy, not some low-budget 'phetamines
At the heart of my soul that sits at the main fuckin' centerpiece
Now you know that I'm straight up on all my goals (woo)
Asking around, you been taking polls
Wanna be sipping up on my soul
But the truth of the matter is no motherfuckin' platter bitch
Gotta be diggin', there ain't no time for no slippin'
You do it all for the children before you payin' at toll
If you needin' a hand then I'ma lend you a bowl
If you really a man, do it 'fore you is old
A tendency for smokin' up some darts in the sea inside the city sleeping sound up with some stars like a convict set inside a cell, feeling up these bars
Really boutta cash out at the end of this part (yuh)
(That's fuckin' it)