Back off Won’t back down Catch hands like pat downs When i hit the ring all smack down Hear the smack sound Like a Mack round On a camp ground Lost soul no map found No tour guide Pack of newports and a fifth Hennessy Goin against me is suicide All do or die You and I Not the same On any floor Spit it till the crowd says give me more Fuck plenty hoes Slammed plenty doors Polished up I did plenty chores Feelin safe behind silly doors Won’t save a spin from this hemi ford Either give me mine or just give me yours I’m on bull-shit wit-this-beat I gotta tell you Already told you once I’d never fail you Baby would you come here close I gotta smell you Before I even let you in I gotta tell you This I’m more than bard on the beat What else I’m more than this car on the streets And? I was born with the mark of the beast With a scar on the cheek And heart of a G And I spark for for relief Part of the reason I do this Ain’t really starting with me I’m a barber of beats Carving a marvelous Path with cool kids following me targeting me Like Malcom or Marcus Garvey Don’t get started with me And I’m often lofting a coffin To take you under It can be exhausting But that’s ok Just a freestyle on some fun shit. This beat smack @blackarchiteck