Peter Rosenberg - Real Late Freestyle 2 (Feat. World's Fair) lyrics

(Verse) I’m out say Haro Chono mixed with Sonny Bono I take your chick and make her Yoko Ono Rockin a kimono, worshipin my photos, told me been lovin profit Had gone to scotoscothic like, like I’m nuttin lusha when the moon is tropic Told me she can’t get a man She love AZ, she love the pentagram I said yo baby, I don’t give a damn Dreamer is my last name, Tommy is my first I rap, I make deals, I worship mother earth I do not rhyme but if I did my rhyme would be a hearse That will be the way I’m livin til the day my birth reverse f** you listen to this verse? How you listen to it there? You would never find another like me livin in this air I rise, I never fare, in love I did not stay I kidnapped the vision of Mr. Kennedy’s kids sponsored links I’m chained with a gold chain, named it the all change You came with a name like mine, changing the whole game Word up, World Fair, we all here We in here, we all here Yea, World’s Fair, we in here We all here (Verse) Yo, my eyes lower than my bucket print Tryna avoid my feature, turnin grim a while in this world to sit Doin 90’s, switchin lanes on a van wit Without a care, exhaling from the last hit They wanna know how I’m livin right Read between the lies, open yo mind and see the world through my eyes Weed by the zip, extending my high Mixed the hoser ice, a balcony view to get my mind tight Back in the day they tried to play me like a Sega Now all these b**hes throwing roses at me like I’m Vega sh**, I guess I came up from chiefin on the dutch and makin Cali runs Just to spend funs like I’m hanging Motorola pagers on hips and neighbourhood gangsters Had me dreamin at a early age to get this paper Now we collectin pay cuts, limpin out in London Next stop is Italy, the next is iceberg history World’s Fair, World’s Fair Your girl’s here (Verse) I did it all for the nookie, what the p**y? ’83 dabble, strawberry rookie I also did it for some cookies Wob Milanos, and toastin sandwiches from the kebano Dominican bano with all the shades that I own Nothing Brucal on rocks in my Styrofoam Impressin Shawty at the gala and I’m tryna bone Oh you like The Notebook? Me too, you’re not alone Better grab the Andre, yellow cap the uzzi Smoking on the 15 ouncer, and out of a movie Telly by the city, still advertising Jacuzzi Whispering something in Spanish, fingering the coochy b**hes think I ain’t Dominican, but for real I am Your juice is on my moustache, drop to my timbalands I’m rogued out like JFK I’m in yo guts like TSA, I JFK, I’m on it World’s Fair, we all here Your girl’s here, we in here World’s Fair, Your girl’s here (Verse) The marvellous, spectacular, spit miraculous Black on black, black star both, back to Africa Black rimmin, getting nasty for the black man Black Benz, walking overseas on the black sand So get murderous rob, disturbing the set, Go on, fall back and get yo motherf**in set on They don’t call me Prince John Ill for no reason Bang for the cause, stay cold like the season Score like arena, who*es get to meet the four horsemen Me, my two pores and my penis And just in case I don’t blow I’mma still glow like J Lo, welcome to the dope show And I’m the Marilyn Manson, Jim Kelly Igor, the Frankenstein Mary Chelly The p**n beat stage murderer Who’s live? Original dandada, Lion King, Mufasa Bombaclat and hold the beats for ransom My squad too thick and I’m just too handsome The baby face make sure these wanna rucker Wrong curvy black, hair super fly, snooker The high flyin, frog splash spitter Red top ENG in a brown bag n***a I’m takin sips and let the liquor take a hold of me The type to have your mother and yo sister fightin over me I’m next up, I’m chasin the next buck I make a s*ut rupture, I says was less buck This is the travesty, rap around it savagely World’s Fair KOG, call the guard yo majesty World’s Fair, we all here World’s Fair (Verse) Word to Murray in the last, get wrote in Morse code No my cold heart is all reflected in my wardrobe Old Tim’s coordinated with my one sodo So now in Soho meat up with j**ish Manolo I’m about my burble like a rapper playin polo Pony horse logo, watch how I get busy on the promo Compton got me into continental into Ivy Street Picky on pickadely, hoes silly, think I’m Chris Kringle on king’s cross, Chris with a tall faith Plastic cut like valor John John’s and all bay World’s Fair, count 6 like bullsh** Now connect cliques, these New Yorkers in the mix This operation, opportunity for unity Kids think we cool like Truency so who is he? Expat, work of Anicubal when Batista lead And for a feature you would need a visa just to meet up (Verse) Time to act a fool and a time to act properly Time for duck comfy and a time for peepin broccoli Lived in this economy that wasn’t real economy Now I want 1st cla**, man I’m tired of economy Uh we down to hit the UK on my downtime f** a hashtag, I change my dollar to the pound sign I’m at the airport at the currency exchange Where I’m eatin off the hunger that I currently explain Don’t you worry, I’m insane Keep em very entertained No determent for my current, got the flurry and a flame And I surely make it rain, then I bring the sun back out Teach my kids the face of challenge, never when my son back out Show em how to run that route Ball down, touchdown, never see em down and out Stay forward, straight forward, don’t give me the roundabout Round em up, count em out, counter punch , pound em out Next a punch and I’m out, wussup? World’s Fair, Your girl’s here World’s Fair, we all here