Fuzz X - Immaculate Conception Freestyle

I'm the... second coming like fucking my bitch on a drunk night
Slim Poppa ambidextrous, but I move right
I look in the mirror and see the only thing I fight
I'm out of mind out sight…
I ain't scared to pivot and start again
From the other side of 8 mile in these bags ain't no Eminem's
Ain't another nigga like me, like a word wit no Synonymous
Who want smoke? niggas sweet cinnamon…(send em in)
I'm really him, him him, fade the God? no way
Praise the most high, Inshallah, Ima win until the day...
That I stop breathing, God bless me like I'm sneezing
I found my reason, more like a mission, It's all the same,
Stephen Curry bout what I want, that mean nothing is out my range
If you know me, OCD, gotta rearrange
I think Obama how, you niggas is coming short on the change
On the same shit, In box they all fit,
Don't got time to hang, streets dirty as my piss
Never trust a bitch, bout a dollar I seen em flip
and say we just friends, well baby friends don't kiss
Let alone tell, I'm eating Ox, and drinking clic
Bitch it's F…U…Double Z, but not police
I'm uniq, the native son, Chief Keith
God flow, always on time, even when I'm off beat
Aye the Night child, up late, running wild
On a Full moon, listen close, you can hear the howls
In the land of the wolves, I adapt and a rise
If you wanna see the son (sun) look at me and not the sky
nigga

Written by:
Keith Whitley Jr.

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