PF Cuttin - T-Weaponz Freestyle (Frank151: That Grown Man) lyrics

Frank151 ft. T-Weaponz - “T-Weaponz Freestyle (Frank151: That Grown Man)” [Instrumental 1 Produced by Camu Tao (Original Instrumental from The Weathermen ft. Copywrite, Cage, and Yak Ballz - "Every Rapper in the House Shut the f** Up")] [Instrumental 2 Produced by [?]] [Instrumental 3 Produced by [?]] [Instrumental 4 Produced by [?]] [Instrumental 5 Produced by [?]] [Intro: IzReal (of T-Weaponz)] Yo, it's IzReal of Tomorrowz Weaponz back home in the East with PF Cuttin. And in '03, man, y'all fake rappers got to show me y'all worthy of your deal. Let's go. Bring it. Come on [Hook: IzReal (of T-Weaponz)] (x2) One's for IzReal, two is for T-Weaponz Three's for y'all fake-a** rappers that keep stepping Four's for this new hot sh** you got to read It's called Frank151 magazine [Verse 1: IzReal (of T-Weaponz)] I'll pack sixteen bars, one in the chamber Conceal my sk**s, my gun is for danger IzReal, I spill my blood like a painter ‘Til I feel you feel what's up on the canvas My rhymes are mics hidden from view On the streets at night, it's like you living it too Read, I write. My life is written for you It's free advice with spice, a sip of the booze I'll drink to think and lessen the pain Mistakes I make won't make me less of a man Come face to face with fate and destiny's plan It's a chase for papes. Let's rape the industry's a** ‘Cause if we don't, they'll do it to us And we just won't get screwed in the bu*t To each their own, but you gonna trust Some leech who just wants to bone you like a s*ut? Hell no [Hook: IzReal (of T-Weaponz)] (x2) One's for IzReal, two is for T-Weaponz Three's for y'all fake-a** rappers that keep stepping Four's for this new hot sh** you got to read It's called Frank151 magazine [Verse 2: Psalmz (of T-Weaponz)] Pardon me if I'm arguably the best artist to star and You horribly flowing like blood in your arteries Follow me or beat it. You can't join us heaters ‘cause your Anemic flow would lead us under hills of behemoths Slowly proceed, moving in ghost speed But still trying to be a myth of an old me Trust me, consider yourself very lucky Penmanship is very handsome, results are very ugly [Interlude 1: Psalmz (of T-Weaponz)] (Nah, nah) Nah, you know what, man? Let me get in some real life sh**. Aight (Just cut it off). Yeah, this is it right here. Frank151, Tomorrowz Weaponz (Frank 151 Magazine). PF Cuttin. Let's go. Come on (Talk to ‘em) [Verse 3: Psalmz (of T-Weaponz)] Stocks fell, so the block gets blackmailed when shots fill They hurl hails of co*ktails in person They open up their curtains on the surface like a traveling circus Corners left handicapped, lopsided Reenactment of the '91 Watts riots. Foes Stampede our zip codes like pistols, letting off In discos. It's crystal-clear. Blame it on the lack Of supervision. Live where love is, in fact, a superstition Running circles through life's hurdles without Rehearsals. Lose your balance, it's a early curfew n***as slip off their feet. You can't blame it on me ‘Cause I'ma run like d**h is gaining on me Life's intricate, but the difference is: Replace mischievous words over rifts of instruments Will my own dirt bury me? My own worst enemies? Since birth, I've been cursed like the Kennedies [Verse 4: Ark (of T-Weaponz)] Yo, before I meet defeat, rather meet The Reaper Give me "One Mic," watch your speaker leak out "Ether" See, the speech I speak is deeper, so the peak You reach'll still be beneath my sneaker For those that know Ark know I flow so sharp I wrote and composed art like the old Mozart My future looks so dark, need a flashlight So ahead of my time, I buried myself in my past life [Interlude 2: Ark (of T-Weaponz)] Yo, P, matter of fact, throw, throw of this sh** on, man. This sh** is, this sh** is too heavy for me right now, son. I'm on some next sh** right now. Let me get, let me hear something hard. Yeah, this is what I'm talking ‘bout, PF. This right here is for Frank151. Check the interview. It's the Arkhitect [Verse 5: Ark (of T-Weaponz)] Yo, we cause a ballistic show. They can't match me I flow in encrypted codes—they can't crack me I'm closing in. Tomorrowz Weaponz fully loaded and I'm hoping y'all know that it's time to fold ‘em in. Been focused and Zoning in, waiting to make an open end. It's hard To hold a grin with all the pain that I've been holding in. I've grown Older but colder, hold the globe from shoulder to shoulder So, soldier, hold your holster closer when these vultures get closer I'm ready for every and anything opposing my cypher. Don't be The next target caught under the scope of this sniper Y'all better come to your senses. I know I ain't Perfect, but I'm only off a couple of ventures. You see the Rhythmic patterns I bring to rapping'll run Circles ‘round your rappers like the rings of Saturn. Don't mean To boast, but there's not a soul close to near So don't approach ‘til I tell you that the coast is clear