Skits - 25 TO LIFE (FREESTYLE)

I've been sentenced to spit, 25 to life
I been tryna write, this dynamite
That I can brainstorm, drizzle or shower
I feel like I could spit for hours, yeah
I'm hangin with the gang in the lane where memories were made
(It's Memory Lane bitches)
I kick mad rhymes everyday with my posse
I'm devouring MC's, like a morning coffee
Yeah I ain't ever sorry, to nobody
Yeah I run circles round you, and then I get boxy
1-2 you to the chin, I'll leave you lookin sloppy
You pop cocky, yeah I never gave a worry about a fuckin snobby, sorry, weak ass bitch, I got my army, behind me, so I don't give a fuck come and find me yeah
(Come and find me motherfuckers, you won't)
'Cos word is bond I been knowing
Whether shining or snowing I'mma keep on flowing
I'mma keep on growing
'Cos word is bond I been knowing
(Word is bond I been knowing)
But
I ain't gonna be a one time wonder
I'm bout to throw hands to this man right under
his chin
Better check ya number
Before you face the bass, you better feel the thunder, within,
'Cos imma smoke ya, blunt ya, ash ya out
Shut your ashy mouth, 'fore I take ya girl, ask her out
Then blow ya girl and her best friends' asses out, yeah
(Hahahaha, yeah)
I, hold the mic with my right hand and in my left a sword
I'll tell you I'm the best but that ain't best of all
'Cos the best of all I'll get the best of ya'll
So no don't test the boy when he press record
He grew up listening to tales from that Dresden boy
And if he hear his name mentioned more
He won't hesitate to put your neck to sword
Stepped in the game fresh as a freshman
But with the mindstate of a veteran, wars is all I been through,
Dreamin one day of that Benz coupe,
Just tryna make a few M's too
So I don't subject my future kids to the shit that I been through
'Cos
6 months ago, I was half a man and I hated myself
Yeah I let go of all that, I dropped a song and I rated myself
Yeah I wrote LET GO 'cos I had to LET GO of that old sound
A new sound comin and for once, I'm beginning to feel whole now
I'm on a roll now
And I can't slow down
For no clown
I rep for the hometown
I don't smoke by the O now
And I don't mess with no hoes now, no
(I don't smoke by the O now, and I don't mess with no hoes now)
I don't smoke by the O now
And I don't mess with no hoes now, no
But I been
Sentenced to spit, 25 to life
I been tryna write, this dynamite
That I can brainstorm, drizzle or shower
I feel like I could spit for hours yeah
(I feel like I could spit for hours)
I feel like I could spit for hours
(25 to life, I been sentenced to spit. It's 25 to life)

Written by:
James Noble

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