Peter Rosenberg - Real Late Hot 97 Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] [Zombie Juice] Bad b**hes and Hennessy Bad b**hes and hella weed Top flight Smoking all night Thinking to myself what a motherf**ing life Drugs, hugs, daps, love, slugs, murder, blood-clots Morbid, homicidal gore sh** Feeling kinda nauseous Leave you dripping like a faucet or Bloody abortion Abu Ghraib Hood on the face Spray at your waist What a waste sh**ty, feces, like my f**in ? Yeah my b**h bad stretch that coochi like a slinky Coogi or the fur, serve rims like d'oeuvres Finger itchin Steady trippin in the kitchen Psychedelic mushrooms I'm on another mission ? No pot to piss in And they say we ain't hip-hop Raised by Big Pop and 2Pac Get your sh** rocked Smoke you like my pipe do Ignite the flame (Lighter Sound) [Erick Arc Elliot] If greatness was a woman this would be the song I'd give her Ever since a seed I promoted myself Me and my n***as The difference between anonymous and the violence we bring Only deter the minor acknowledge us all as kings I fight with my own discretion Only if he pull that weapon I fought for my own perception Godly in all forms You see me, you see me wrong You see Cesar Millan my dog My n***a, the realest, the raw The river the pain deliver the rain for you Tat on my arm Not in the literal sense but n***a my word is bond Choice is to be that man once his steak is on the plate Deliver it all ? Uh Underdog from the terror of God Pick apart the elements and put together my song My heart is heavy kid I never thought id ever belong But I was wrong, Architect is everything that you on [Meechy Darko] Money can't buy happiness? Dummy it is happiness Trap house, got work in them kitchen cabinets Weed in them tablets, codeine and aspirin Basking in the ambiance while I'm on the Ambien Klonopins, gold mouth Meechy, million dollar grin Mescaline, psychedelic, felon with the sentencing For beating up the beat, and his tongue be his weaponry Good brain'll blow a n***a's brain, J.F. Kennedy Mind frame on the damn back seat of his Bentley I'm hard to tame, that's why I'm in leopard print everything You ain't 'bout that life, so it's best you never try, dog I ain't scared of d**h, that's cause I already died, dog Blood still wet, cut the check and count them pies, dog Freaky b**h with me, man - she'll probably lick my eyeballs Man she'll probably lick my eyeballs, man she'll probably lick my eyeballs [Zombie Juice] I'm real silly with it, real witty with it Grab the titty watch it wiky wiky Got my spliffy, I been a Benz punamy Your p**y ?, it's on to the next Live from the underground, peep the sound Wild motherf**er, golden smile Tryna stay level headed, hold sh** down Walk around, no crown, champion bound Flatbush raised me, the drug game paid me Yo b**h I'm blazin and smoking in the same speak Buss up in her mouth piece, n***a there, no seeds Beast Coast, we been here, permanent ink flow Got the choppers, pop yo partners, fill em up like empanadas Young man, any given day could be yo last Elevate yo mind, intertwine visions from the sky Zombies never die, we multiply [Erick Arc Elliot] Told you, multiply Told her don't be shy, multiply light the chronic Shawty left my fingers sticky like the onyx I am automatic, trigger happy, I am n***a Nappy, n***a savvy so you rappers don't hara** me I would rather you just pa** me by Pharcyde, that-a-way, f** what n***as gotta say? I know I kept you waitin, articulatin my gamma ray Brain storm, 8 arms, lead this generation New school, I'm elevate on, help with nathon n***a Fall like dominoes and somehow the best to k** The truth nobody knows Common as the abyss, is it truth is it myth? You got a fetish for humor? I f** around with yo b**h Telekinetic powers if the world was ours I would seek the honest, I am off the island All I see is money multiplying like a motherf**er You're a blood s**er, we known to hustle Love to bust so uh Why yo broad's touchin the plain clothes don't bother me no more Got em all in the law, have you chit checking yo jaw n***a raw, I told you before we set it off So of course is this confrontation then I'mma shrug it off [Meechy Darko] Uh, well I guess it's my go Aye, well I guess it's our go Every bar raise the bar, I perform holocaust All aboard man, my cup done runnin forth As I pour I make sure I give ya'll that rugged roar I mention them d** and who*es, they'd crucify me for sure But a cross on my back will not detour me From the road to the riches and the diamonds For surely, young black gaudy Due to nature we naughty, the mysterious, far from imperial Perfection be the minimal, grab my crotch and commit my moonwalk in the holy pyramids LSD got my spider senses tinglin Bomb a** weed got me higher than Corey light crashin in some buildings Eyes low like Clint East when you're filmin him Coke and some rum, now she feelin me Coke and she numb but she feelin it, big chief Meech Smoking like a chimney, tab on my tongue deflecting negative energy I think I figured out why they k**ed Pac, Big, and Kennedy But I keep that on the down low like half of the industry 3 foreign chicks in my bed and they tend to me Under the sheets it's more legs than the centipede And my penis the centerpiece f** You mean b**h I been the beast Beast, what's beast? One finger can sweep the streets And this beast live in the east and you feast, opposite don't leak My flow is very unique, my hair is crazy as me FU, NYC, we hold it down for you That ain't rhyme, Zombie But I'm a rhymer, Zombie That ain't rhyme but I'm a rhymer [Zombie Juice] Fresh out the great, bloody money, money great Bong rips, 4 AM, feelin born again Look at him, I look at I, as I drop 3 times Two more drops on each eye, feellin like I can fly No R Kells but I don't mind, she's 17, she get the pipe I'm Marshall Mathers, I'm Randy Savage and I beat the coochi, call it gymnastics My song tragic, my flow hazard Them girls love the co*ky like they love the molly k** em all kamikaze, C4 strapped to my body Pow!