Emmanuel B - Terror Freestyle (feat. Kozii)

Emmanuel B, lets get this
One take and one take only
If it's bars, then I'm bringing it
Like Domino's, I'm delivering
Put the beef aside, bring the cheddar let me start whipping it
They don't like it, the flow is nasty
If they love it, they just might bite me
No pen, they think I'm a psychic
But still that's unlikely, it's still head top bars
Like simba I've seen scars
Once you see the ladder you know the snakes aren't far
There's a method to this madness, turning words into numbers
Turn those numbers to some comma's buy a house for my mama
God damn, mama we made it
Look at them haters acting like we ain't strangers
Cus we made it out the gutter, didn't crack my shoulder
No pressure on my back, I carried the weight of an older
I think things over, more time I'm an over thinker
Apart from on your resume, who really works well under pressure
This is the final warning, this the final chapter
Don't push me to the edge, I just might pull the trigger
You tried to write me off, knowing fully well that I'm a writer
How could you write me off knowing fully well that I'm a fighter
This is that survival's guilt
Sometimes I imagine how Goliath feels
After all that talking and bragging and bragging to get his head chopped
Couldn't fathom the heat, although I know that Hell's hot
Nightmare in Elm street, a bigger nightmare in Hell's Kitchen
I imagined how the Philistine's felt when the head's gone
Tell Gordon Ramsey, lets start cooking
That's a metaphor of how I'm gonna treat the game
Good looking
Good looking… that's my face in the mirror
The vision clearer but you know that I'll be brining the terror
You better, watch your back cus yeah I got the vendetta
For all you rappers clowning on the culture *bleep* your agenda
Better get you a sweater, it's cold season
Mehn I see a lot of people living for no reason
Mehn you gotta find your own path, your own meaning
Cus that sharp pain in your chest is your soul leaving
I'm still breathing, I put my blood sweat tears and that's facts
That's why I don't do it for the gram or the snapchat
They told me that I'm cold, I don't think that I'm that bad
Man I just say the truth, but they couldn't have that
It shouldn't go over your head, like a cornrow
The Lord knows, that I was standing at the cross roads
Bear with me, I know he's here with me
I see the bigger picture, that the reason that I compose
It's a really long road, if you really must know
Put the spirit in my verse, prayer for the lost souls
I fought those demons, now I know my purpose
Everyday I see them, but they never come close
We cut throat, steady on the path
We just put in hours, we just steady in the lab
I run laps, I done that, put me on the map
My comeback, my climax, Adidas on the track
For the record, I'm gon always wreck it
Never second-guessing they're not aware of this calisthenics
I ain't texting but I hope they better get the message
I said it, I break this ish and put it back together, I wreck it
So tell me, how you trynna stand up in the booth with me
Funny how these student's started thinking they can tutor me
It's new to me, gave em the naked truth like it's nudity
Clown Szn cus these rappers always humour me
God damn

Written by:
Damilola Kolade, Emmanuel Bamidele

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