Slaytanic - First Time On The Mic Freestyle (feat. J-3)

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DJ Slaytanic
J-3
Nickel City
Freestylin
What you're about to hear
Is premier
Nothin' like it on the planet
705
Slaytanic here reppin'
First time on the mic
This vocabulary weapon
Steppin'
On the toes of the government
Leavin' ya bent and hellsent
A spiritual enlightenment
If God made man in the image of himself
Than I guess that makes me
God, the creator himself
Aw shit
Take a swing at me
It'll move right through me
This architecture of aggression weapon
Has got you steppin'
The North I'm reppin'
Causing fatal reactions
The Illuminati crumbles
Under what I be packin'
Pure action
Fatal
As the black mamba's venemous
I confessin'
There's nothin' better
Than dozens
Of dead bodies everywhere
Yo this is Johnny Three
I got an urgency
To go and turn my weed
Into motherfuckin' currency
You never heard of me
Cause all I do is flip the herb and leave
Like it was some kind of emergency
You fuck with me
I'll fuck you up at the knees
Send ya ass so fast
To the emergency for surgery
The shit I say
It ain't perjury
I got the courage to be
This crazy ass MC
That's gonna blast your ass so fast
Motherfucker's know
They better not be talkin' trash
That's how I go out with rye
So these motherfucker's
That I'm about to bash
You stupid like
Dumb and dumber
You're gonna need a plumber
Cause when I cut you up
I'll flush you down the drain
With all my shit
And that's how I spit
Power through my fingertips
Let me get my noodle wet
I'll stick it through
Your open chest
But yo
You're just a test
Cause the rest of your crew
Don't wanna know
What's comin' next
Going forward through your face
And afterwards I'll slow up the pace
Motherfucker's
Who be messin' around
Get found
With their pants down
On their knees
On the ground
Begging for mercy
As a tazer gun
Makes it's rounds
And yet a sound
The screams go unheard
It's murder
Cept I ain't gonna murder ya
Torture slow and painful
Like a soldering iron
Shoved up your nostril
And plugged in
For about an hour or more
Settle the score
Till you ain't on this earth no more
You're nothing
But a motherfuckin' cell
A pore on my skin
And I will always win
Cause I'm full of motherfukin' sin
Yo
You better focus
You're about to get swarmed
Like a group of locusts
Hocus Pocus
This is how it's gonna go
Through this
Truth is
You're feeling so god damned ruthless
Then I gotta show ya
You're nothin'
But a god damned nuisance
So I gotta knock ya down
Treat you like
A motherfuckin' clown
This is my town
So don't fuck around
I'm about to pound you down
So fast
You don't even know
Where you're gonna be
I'm gonna leave
And show ya
This is Johnny Three
Comin' from these common streets
Of Sudbury
Better watch out
It's almost four twenty
Freestylin'

Written by:
Mark Howitt

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