Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Fire in the booth Freestyle lyrics

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Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Fire in the booth Freestyle lyrics

Instrumental 1: Redman -- "Tonight's Da Night" [Intro: Joey Bada$$] Mic check yo yo Its the Jozif Badman PE, Brooklyn look Check me out huh [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] These n***as they ain't ready for the war Know all about them n***as, close you drawers Please put your bread up We ain't gon' settle for no iceberg lettuce Let us eat when it's raw Or end up like venison meat in the street They're not ready for beef Let the fish burn in the pot, n***as all in the spot When it turns 12 'o clock then, we'll be servin' the block Yo cut this sh** Cause I'm the best in the sector Get your ear buds to grip, then I dissect ya Inject ya with my lethal weapon Plan a mind in the deeper sections guess who's least expect it Motherf**er please respect it The last one to pull my card was easily dealt with You felt it this sh** wreckers can't be reckoned with On tracks wreckin' sh**, ask me why I'm reckless Break a wrist, approach my demo with a risk Brought my demo listens, I'm a demolition specialist I got the blueprints to the sh** Jay to the O- If blue was a prince I'm still Joseph Ko- Know they can't ever little bro me No matter how big they blow, they still a little below It's the P-R-O E-R-A, indigo with the k**er flow Guaranteed the realest that you ever saw [Verse 2: Kirk Knight] We ain't done, no way to London Your lung done One next question son is where you from From dust turn to dust and dust turn to O Never was a rusty type so I'm just pure gold, stainless Clean sheets good arrangements Already made my bed and laid in it Now I'm against the say in it I said it best I pawn in this game of chess Im a King Luther my mind is my weapon And Imma respect the shooter kamikaze yo Kam kamasutra please my [?] use your mendulla I stay perfectiona-uh no dementia not to mention I keep that sh** sapios**ual still rough around my edges Service that ask tweety bird is this your favorite cartoon to blast? I lost my style cast away brace myself lime now Who's wide shook but now I'm free at last Now whats the problem now, no tape, no album out These bad muthaphuckas they talked about Instrumental 2: Mic Righteous -- "In A Gang" [Verse 3: Joey Bada$$] I stand juxtaposed to all my Pro's, realest illest n***as I know See these fool's bitin' the flows, they even jooks the pose I guess my CD really shakin' the coast Could this really be the year that I feast, capisce? Nothin to feast, the beast, I speak my piece No n***as in the streets that heat seek for me, release and squeeze Might put a Halloween between your spleen Retreat or trickle down to your last pound of green, know what I mean? sh** it's like taking candy from the babies All of these now rappers are a bunch of Now and Laters They too sweet, plus they lease their Mercedes Can't be second greatest, I'm the best and def your favorite My flow in-depth n***a, I got my wave up It's either get your tidal waved, or you could be my neighbor Cause if I can't eat, you can't either I need to know, need the pizza dough f** I'm spittin' ether for? [Verse 4: Kirk Knight] Smoke a blunt as my palm to the face a quick change I'm banking my shot spray the maces never read reverchi Don't sell me dreams actin' like a f**in' banshee Understand me rock in my ears so you hear What I'm dealin' with simplicity is key upon my simple sh** Other on the mic pap filtered me from these Please ride the dark knight Try to smoke me and try to [?] in a room full of roaches Watch how you approach me Getting antsy lies out the pennies Seem seventeen old enough for [?] Huh! Instrumental 3: Biggie Smalls -- "Dead Wrong" [Verse 5: Joey Bada$$] Imma do it for my city on this one If you ain't running with them apes yet Apex at the Empire State Neck handle crown my n***as taped that In the state of mind got the state fact You might get your wig pushed back tonight Til' 1999 who'd have thought at nineteen I might be in my prime Thought of the right scheme everything else silent Here's a penny for your thoughts another one another one Eventually the dream was bought Now that's a real real real mic check Might f** up your mind if you lighten up Make sure it tinkles right enough If you though I'm a titan like Zeus I enlighten them Kick flows til' it's kung fu fighting 'em Is it him is it you who's as nice as them I don't see nobody no more no I don't see nobody no more [Verse 6: Kirk Knight & Joey Bada$$] Kirk: I look at the world like Donnie Darko The flow cuckoo and I don't really care I don't chuckle I don't smile No f**in family no friends and no attire I be up in the black timbo up that's entire Joey: your attire my mic is never tired It never retire your time's expired and you's a liar I punch liars through my punchlines with the quiers b**hes sitting quiet cause I had her on desire Kirk: yo, I guess it's time to watch the [?] It's the [?] that come up straight up off the block And become that star that everybody watching Catch me on the red carpet Joey: To me you sin descend See it in the end on CNN until no five again Try to come all the way from first place But I can't relate your time slate comin' back huh You place gone I comin' through Never mistake Don with Jig want With the beat with the flow he enticing These [?] never like them Kirk: Yes he's so enticing All these [?] don't like them Instrumental 4: Paper Aeroplane ft. Splurgeboys -- "WTF" [Verse 7: Kirk Knight & Joey Bada$$] Joey: I blow more O's than your circus No wild with the churches You see us lurkin' and I never make a purchase Put my god over that see me I'm a maverick Chillin' with the maverick the sabertooth we at it Back at it we rapping [?] on the radio spazzin' To my radio waves can't get my wave lenghts gotta get it back huh Kirk: Right here man oh bring it back Throw it like a baseball bat It don't really matter where you at Baby girl come f** in the back If you f** in the back then I guess that its mack Joey: And I guess it's mack and I guess that I got two stacks in my Cadillac In the black and it got the drop-top too Kirk: Double entendre I keep that three stacks In my pocket in my wallet With the wildsack Joey: I call my aunt Sandra Where my laundry at? Kirk: These n***as getting washed down Wall of sin and all the sins Joey: All the sins in the world couldn't Even repent against him

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