Freestyle by Proclivity Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
You know that saying bars for days well I'm starting to do that
I like my blunts with a lot of weed and really fat
Man shit what am I talking about I don't even smoke
It's like everything I do seems to be a joke
Well not anymore, that was the last straw
I won this game and you lost there's no draw
And no do-overs man this shit is finished
I get beefed up with rhymes like Popeye and spinach
Except I'm real this ain't no cartoon
I need a bucket when I rhyme, get me a spittoon
This is what I wanna do with my life is rap
Like every tree wished it had a produce like sap
Most rappers say they don't want the money I'll take their share
Don't need to waste it, I think that sounds pretty fair
Bitch these pages are minute maid like lemonade
But my words quench your thirst sorta like Gatorade
I'm cooking shit up in the lab with my pencil
While other bitches try to trace my style like a stencil
When I get alone time I start thinking
Like Michael Scofield trying to help Lincoln
A rapping adept with the objective to murder a mic
And have my own TV show like Richard Van Dyke
I keep getting distracted I gotta focus
So I can summon my strength like a swarm of locusts
Eight hours of sleep in over three days
I got some nasty habits and some very bad ways
You're as crooked as scoliosis get a straight jacket
I'm worth a lot of money like Venus's tennis racket
You know that saying bars for days well I'm starting to do that
I like my blunts with a lot of weed and really fat
Man shit what am I talking about I don't even smoke
It's like everything I do seems to be a joke
Well not anymore, that was the last straw
I won this game and you lost there's no draw
And no do-overs man this shit is finished
I get beefed up with rhymes like Popeye and spinach
Except I'm real this ain't no cartoon
I need a bucket when I rhyme, get me a spittoon
This is what I wanna do with my life is rap
Like every tree wished it had a produce like sap
Most rappers say they don't want the money I'll take their share
Don't need to waste it, I think that sounds pretty fair
Bitch these pages are minute maid like lemonade
But my words quench your thirst sorta like Gatorade
I'm cooking shit up in the lab with my pencil
While other bitches try to trace my style like a stencil
When I get alone time I start thinking
Like Michael Scofield trying to help Lincoln
A rapping adept with the objective to murder a mic
And have my own TV show like Richard Van Dyke
I keep getting distracted I gotta focus
So I can summon my strength like a swarm of locusts
Eight hours of sleep in over three days
I got some nasty habits and some very bad ways
You're as crooked as scoliosis get a straight jacket
I'm worth a lot of money like Venus's tennis racket