Kountdown - Shook Ones Freestyle (Han Solo) lyrics

[Produced by Kountdown & Tha Raiderz] [Intro: NUFF$AID] Yeah To all my k**ers and the hunnid dollar billers [Intro: B.Genius] Word up son [Intro: NUFF$AID] To real n***as who ain't got no feelin's Check it out now [Verse 1: NUFF$AID] I'm like a colorblind Optimus Prime Going Columbine Armed with the sword of Omen Totin' Virginia Tech nines Got the twenty foot, three-headed hydra For small intestines Got my pen and pad ready For any n***a Who wanna test mine? From that Boo-doo-bye-bye Bedstuy Where the young boy Let the lead fly Where the strong live And the rest die Egos don't match They chest size Evil will Get you chastised Bum n***a You don't get fly Price tags on me Like Best Buy All my verses is deadstock Just like my kicks is I be kickin' it up in the kitchen Takin' aim with fixed precision See my dreams all take fruition Hope these ignoramus listen I am hip hop's new addition Homies tell me cool it now They probably fans o' New Edition From the dead I have arisen Seen the white light through the prism Free my brother that's in prison Hope he come back out with wisdom Man I swear to God I miss him But a n***a on a mission All these haters slick dissin' Cuz a n***a Slick Rickin' Get yo hand up! [HOOK: NUFF$AID] (x4) This the sound o' one hand clappin I call that sh** Han Solo [Verse 2: B.Genius] Genius Tell me what the business is Since 2010 Me and NUFF$AID been k**in' sh** Mobbin' like we from the Bridge Control the game with a verse I'm feelin' like Kendrick For everything I write I'm facin' twenty-five to life I'm blowin' by twenty-five I put that on my life Southpaw n***a I don't really do what's right What good your Margiela's If they never seen my Mike's? Yes I be genius But I'm more like a savage I'm not from 8 Mile But I feel like B-Rabbit It's only right I cause these n***as havoc I'm schoolin' these rappers They soundin' D average Gotta clap 'em for me by the hook Rebel n***a never played by the book Only one real reason why they shook Cuz ain't no such thing as halfway crooks [Hook] [Verse 3: NUFF$AID] Hatin' on God-given talent So blasphemy is what it has to be Claim they ready for war But ain't ready for all the casualties Mixtape ain't even done They already call it a masterpiece Make me wanna lick a shot at the Sun My n***a pa** the piece Poppa been smooth since days o' Underoos Got this Hip-Hop sh** down packed like kangaroos Girlfriend, here's a pen I'ma Facebook, IG ya Come through Have s** on rugs That's IKEA Tell a stripper b**h chill Go head hit your tip drill Cuz if that booty sit still Them dollar bill won't spill When last you heard another rapper With this much sk**? I only run from holy water If the sh** distilled My flow sick, sick, sick Not six, six, six Rep my city Like my New York State ID I'm the NUFF Dollar sign To the A-I-D And if I wasn't Then why would I say I be? Get yo hand up! [Hook]