Crooked I - Cosmic Kev Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Royce the 5'9"] Baby I'm lawless, you couldn't burn me if you threw acid on me I'm at you homie, I'm at your home ready to spray you while you nappin' homie Have everything on and around your mattress lookin' like the word in front of a matrimony You high, thug yeah go 'head jump, no matter how high you get You gon' come up short like Spud Webb My DUI's get waved like saying bye Still ridin' with no L's like James Todd Can't change I thank God for my safe thinking Last time I was safe thinking, me and my n***as was doin' a bank job I stay violent, y'all go to the peace route You got a mouth like Kanye, I'll knock your whole bottom row of teeth out No disrespect to Mr. West, I'm just nice with mine And this just rap, I'm like Ricky Hatton, I just like the line These weak rappers wanna set us up, they never tough They ask me for a hook, I tell 'em left or right, head or gut What y'all messin' with is a n***a that'll leave you FUBAR f**ed up beyond all recognition Y'all are rock stars, I'm the opposite I could just throw a rock and hit a star for the f** of it Partner, you're not hard, I body your hot bars Beef is left you pray, right like Allahu Akbar Let's go, when I leave y'all shot, you ain't gon' be on your Metro In a bad area that call dropped [Verse 2:Crooked I] Aiyo, never going broke again, picture me poor I walk in the j**elry shop, draw Glocks, empty the store Crooked's a man-eating lion please don't tempt me to roar Ghetto enough to put hydraulics on a Bentley Azure Pimp me a who*e, tough talk I simply ignore Thousand dollar automatic weapons defend me in war I rock a stocking cap in case I gotta pull it right over my well-known face and strong-arm the whole place Its k**er Cal styzz-al, where crimi-nals prowl My residu-als pizz-ile, my lyri-cal style Make them dudes sound goofy ? It's like you telling a statue to flinch, my n***a your words don't move me They make want to trip with this gauge And I was born with bars, mom shoulda named me Nicholas Cage You get no action, I beats mo' a** than Joe Jackson I tote magnums even if I go fo' platinums I blast that Enyce shirt, I'll make your b**h drop her DK skirt Cuz that's how n***as in southern CA work I stay swift, walk with my chest out like an Ese on May fifth I'll tell you you ain't sh** And gangsta rap ain't dead, it never died It took steroids to the head and became Crooked I On the “book placed by the Gideons” We can feud like cowboys and Indians Or Israelis and Palestinians I didn't wanna resort to this But my cerebral cortex is a fortress where metaphors exist Hit you with the force of Morpheus after I transform my fist To a hammer too heavy for Thor to lift Through a course of metamorphosis 'Cos this dude is more than sick Sicker than newborn p**n, swinging on some George Foreman sh** Warn your clique I pop cowards nine millimeters of Glock power I Drop trousers, do your girl in a hot shower, for a hot hour Drop her off at the Watts Towers, the block's ours You stoping us it's not now or never I'll never let these snake n***as take me I blow out brains to entertain me when I'm angry I don't tangle, I choke, strangle, break both ankles Dangle you from a rope, clothes hang you from a cold angle The Mangler so anxious to k**, able to spill Ancient languages dangerous as 80 paink**ing pills Young jacker, Gucci hat tilted, gun clapper I'm every artist resting in peace in one rapper Chrome ending your life Strong enough to stab you with the wrong end of a knife – Gangsta type And I wasn't supposed to be here, microphone holding My father didn't want me but I broke through his Trojan…