Lowkey - Freestyle No. 3 lyrics

[Lowkey] Rest in Peace to Big Pun, yeah My headphones are a bit mental Yeah, crackling a bit and that Listen, 1,2,1,2,1,2 It's like, it's like these days DJ's won't play a track if I'm on it But ironically they play DJ Ironik My logic tells me I don't rap about the right topics My politics scare people so they hide from it Give me a pencil, an instrumental and i'll shine on it I shine on it so bright i'll burn your eye socket I'm iconic, that novice is sick but I vomit Never hear me bite a bar, I don't even like chocolate Originality, indicates the innovators With a bit of paper I eliminate you little traitors Give me the playlist you hypocritical hidden haters Probably too busy filling in your flipping twitter status I will spit at least a hundred bars of realness No need to wheel this My brother MK filmed it We can argue about the milk and who spilled it If you say hip-hop's dead then you k**ed it Find the real Rick Ross and ask him The real Rick Ross not the fat copping fake gla**es I wonder what the real 50 Cent would say If he knew what his name represents today Cause lately the game is crazy, shady and shabby Lil Wayne kiss the man he calls baby and daddy Is there anyone out here That thinks that sounds weird? Lyric for lyric, ain't a single spitter my mouth fears See my status growin', ill define the baddest rapper flowin' Catch him in the alley, G, batter Sacha Baren Cohen I murk sets and destroy jams While these little boys run around like they're in a boyband You're out to get scrilla I'm the Malcolm X spitter Doubters get bitter because i found respect quicker Cowards get slimmer, I'm bound to get bigger They call me the alpha male slash (/) alphabet k**er I give sight to the blind like my bars are braille You might, want me to fail but i can't prevail And everybody's saying they're as hard as hell But if you're such a shower man then why your armpits smell? Rappers chat cabbage like the life they're having is lavish When really they lack P's like the Arabic language You don't want me to make my mark and leave that in time Cause i say save Iraq and free Palestine Reality, you could challenge me but never lyrically Its incredible; my credentials and credibility Man are hatin', cancer patients never get as ill as me When it comes to k**ing careers, I dead it differently When i grab the mic an' step I get hyper rhymers vexed Born with a stick of dynamite up inside my head Writers try to bite, they must want iron mike to fight instead Try to find a tighter rhymer, find that I'm the finest yet Rappers; there's a few that i respect but I don't like the rest Thinking punches and i ain't talking bout' rights and lefts To battle's a gamble and when I'm on the mic, rhymers get Like the violent tyrants in China because they don't like Tibet I got relatives addicted to gambling That's why gambling I haven't dabbled in I see addiction everywhere when I'm travellin' That's why i stay on point like a javelin I know fakes addicted to sayin' keep it real I know obese people addicted to eatin' meals I know I went deep but I can go deeper still I know insomniacs addicted to sleepin' pills I know a lot of people addicted to cigarettes And a man addicted to watching p**n on the internet I know breddas that spend their whole day sippin' becks And still swear down they're not addicted yet I know kids addicted to gettin' bigger reps And couch potatoes addicted to sittin' in their bed And man addicted to crystal meth with the biggest debts And frisky little skets addicted to giving head Some are addicted to sales like street vendors I know grown women addicted to Eastenders People addicted to power like dumb feds I know grown women addicted to sunbeds Anythings addictive if you abuse it There's a long list of addictions, just choose it Addiction of the dude, you're listening to My addiction is you Cause I'm tight spittin my life's written, I like women In real life these rappers are like polite women Dont fight with em', grab the mic, k** em' Let em' die wishin' 9 minutes of live lyrics I'm quite different Uncivilized villainous guy k**in' your hype, listen My vision is like life so why try dissin'? My mission is Zeitgeist cause my time's tickin' Einstein, but fight night I'm Mike Tyson n' Guys might hype with em', strike like lightnin' My rhymes, like drivebys are quite frightenin' Silly billys say biddy biddy bye bye to em' I despise the white lies these nice guys try to sing I can't make love songs for the school girls Because I'd rather tell the youngers, "this is your world" I don't make songs about knives and straps Cause' I'd rather show you there's more to life than that And I don't dress up and act stupid in the videos Wish I could moonwalk but I can't really, bro Don't talk about watches, cars or pretty clothes Cause' there's more to life than raving and bagging silly flows On my stereo I hear a lot of these iffy flows I pity these souls couldn't even see me on their tippie toes If you take the piss like kidney stones I'm lyrically drillin' holes in you iffy milly vanilly clones