Stronger Freestyle - Crooked I

Three in the morning when I come for ya

Tell your baby mother to take cover under the comforter

Leave her a widow, your mother have to comfort her

When them big uncomfortable guns are dumping, sir

Blood on my sleeve — my first line, «Time to leave»

Blood on my watch cause it was your time to bleed

When the beef’s right, pick a fresh nine to squeeze

Raise the heat to a hundred and ninety nine degrees

You dudes too minor league

Me, I’m behind the trees

Blending in, something like fatigues

Jump out like John Rambo, armed with ammo

I’m a commando, stay in

Squat low when them blammers spit

In the craziness, I might blast a bitch

I’m no atheist, I’m not blasphemous

Pray to God forgive me, they try to blast and miss

I know God was with me, but am I hustling backwards

Or is it drama is just in love with us rappers?

I want a better role like struggling actors

I’d rather chill like I’m on muscle relaxers

With a couple of masterpiece chicks to guzzle my bastard seeds quick

That would be sick

Instead, I’m a warrior at war

Saying an American prayer like I’m Jim Morrison in the Doors

Praying I survive, paranoid as I’m looking out the window

Nigga, I shoot before the wind blow

Kinfolk, please don’t ignore this info:

Niggas get bagged and smoked more than indo

Who I trust?

Me

Save that «we» shit for Nintendo

Before morbid pistols

Blow you out this orbit

Forfeit, get low

Or get buried under horseshit, big bro

Yeah, I stay blasting pipes

'Til I see my favorite rappers in the afterlife

I been kidnapped like Kanye in «Flashing Lights»

Held against my will, it didn’t last a night

I made it out in one piece

Now I keep at least one piece

Just add water, you niggas made a young beast

Unleash Jekyl and Hyde, the rebel arise

Several have died, so what’s beef?

Beef is when your captors are after you

For doing what you have to do

Killing the other half of their faggot crew

And it’s true

The color of my heart is the blackest hue

Understand this madness, sadness

If I wasn’t rapping, I’d be strapped to a mattress

Eating a Prozac sandwich -- goddamn, this is therapeutic

Since it’s the bomb, it’s thermobaric music

Stashbox weapons of murder occupy

More firearms than burning octopi

That’s why they call 'em «burners», I just taught you why

Get equipped, cause you slow learners got to die

If you coming for me, best believe I’m disabling you

Let Death set a table for two

If you coming for me, best believe I’m disabling you

So let Death set a table for two

I’m leading right now

In the race for the West Coast, I’m leading right now

I’m leading right now

In the race for the West, I’m leading right now

I thought I told ya

This is Southern California

C.O.B., niggas from the corner

Don’t make us draw heat down on ya