Adam Millard - Free Spirited lyrics

[Verse 1: Mildred] His effect ain't instant Though it hit you direct in the organs like Winston They demand new Heated Dome Rep is mad, reprimand at his defeated tone Read into the lyrics, you might like me You're addressing all wrong quite like Spike Lee No name established but free spirited like a gypsy Slow fame and famished, but glee exhibited, such a mystery Lets get the charismatic leader on the track, DBank$ go spit Aight, aight, aight [Verse 2: DBank$] Take time out To fake right now The lyrical schemes Plotted by the physical fiends Fluent in a talent that seems so obscene when our physical appearances come into play For, we don't adhere to this typical brown boy face Don't ever base a**umptions on a race Learn to anticipate the rape on the paper inked by the pen Spitting to create this tape and mediate to reshape What you think about the Indian and Indonesian traits [Verse 3: Mildred] Don't bail just yet, a tale to set Bump this like Braille, can't you see that we're young vets No confusion, I'm the baby dragon card With DBank$ the time wizard, top the daily pa**ion chart Booted up the stereotypic rap look with the Timberland's Shoot up the parasitic whack shook rappers with the whimper plans No gentleman, spat my first gig in a nautica tee So I was sailing to the top to slaughter y'all creeps [Verse 4: DBank$] Must be getting late, so get to bed Don't fret your little mind Cannot process the nonsense Too many novice, nervous, Neanderthals nae nae to the wrong flows Call us prophets, impervious to pussies paying the wrong pros Colossal characters of rap sticking to the old goals Lyrics to stun the real fans and not the fake who wow at the rolls Rhythmic Debris, the perfect three, a mix of lyrics and flows This be my feature verse if you want to compete be prepared to accept some woes Time for you to bring the woes Mildred, go For Sure [Verse 5: Mildred] My race dictates that I win at games A lack of alliteration is straight sin and shame To be honest, listeners don't peep the techniques Prisoners and sheep, screech, shriek at unique Ridiculous, like how chains improve your outputs I a**ure my brain is the j**el, groove like me? I doubt you could More rhymes than a teenage with tissues, the issue? Can the team wager he can continue, these dope rhymes