Nervous Reck - Fire Squad (FreestyLe) lyrics

[Verse 1] Look, what else can I mention about myself? I'm too sick, here's an examination about my health I got a cold, and that sh** defines myself And n***as'll call your phone cause your music sh** might sell My music hot, but my promotion's not But that's far from the reason I should ease the pedal or stop I'm any street's coldest n***a, I freeze the battle and drop The hardest bars with mission to increase the medals and rocks That are thrown when a soldier heading to the top Or the throne, playin' this chess-game, I can't flop How many hardcore rappers in here became Pop? You f**in' lames just can't be friends with Hip-Hop So lemme go back to the chess-game and hit the king, why tho? Cause after that I'm gon' have to kidnap his title And write my name on it like a letter This game is a b**h tryin' cuff a n***a, so for sure I'm gon' let her So please let a n***a take his damn time It's just me, myself and all these excellent rhymes I know you ain't got bars, don't experiment mines Tend to drop bombs, no accident mines I'm still on that grind, never rest I be spittin' Rappers think money come fast, but this ain't no quickie Elaborating a dumb test, but that sh** ain't for Vizzy Get it? Test sheet ain't for Vizzy Vizzy: spreading flame, the distribution is burnin' Vizzy: wreckin' lames, I be pushin' and runnin' Next star of the lines, the brightest G emergin' So ahead of my time, my grandpap's still a virgin Got a rude body language, that's when my hands slangin' I don't even wanna shoot but my rhymes g**nin' Click-clack boom-boom! You can't pa** to this level fool, tell Mario he needs to get a new room I need a pump, asphyxiated by the trouble I travel with turbulence when the plan is not to be a rebel Gangbang? I refuse, just a genius with them Ain't following rules, can't be a genocide' victim But wait... They still think we all make this war flow So we got our backs against the wall, wardrobe Now pick a motherf**in' coat cause we all cold And a**ure that we'll not stop to make a shooting star show Click-clack boom-boom, they gettin' trigger tight Humhm, I'm sorry my n***a not tonight I'm gonna tell these stories all in due time But there's no need to do the Math what'll happen to that 9 Right? So now pound the alarm like... We about to fight, f** it! n***a, pound the alarm once again like... Panic! we ain't the same, you n***as off balance Y'all way too lackadaisical to reciprocate my talent You ain't encouraged enough to come accept my challenge For that you need my guidance I'll murk ya, shall I reflect on my violence? They told me to stay quite but I'm terrorist enough to detonate my silence I make a terrible beat sound like a dope instrumental I'm sick but I don't need a doctor, I need a vet cause I'm an animal All I hear is rapper frontin' like they're rich, I can go shoppin' and find their clothes at any mall Can't be weak, I got bars for more than 7 days Potential knows I'm not an astronaut, so it don't gimme space I want you to feel the pressure when you hear my verses and feel obligated that you gotta do better I confess, Hip-Hop is takin' over my temper The way I rap, could bring up rumors about The Roots being back, and I'm the newest member So Black Thought, I ain't new to this I'm true to this, remember