Ransom - They Talked about Jesus (freestyle) lyrics

[Ransom] I'm tired of talking 'bout how I'm this and That How I'm saving the game and how I'm spittin' crack How I'm shaving the 'caine and how I'm flippin' packs They say I had a gift to rap Last year christmas time I barely had a gift to wrap Clearly y'all missed the facts I'm as nice as J.Cole but old and big and black I'm the reincarnation of Pun, BIG and Stacks I'm as ill as that beef between 'Kiss and Mack Yo matter fact I'm like Drake on steroids, Kendrick without the curly fade Ross with a 6-pack, Brooklyn N*gga but Jersey raised 'Pac without a hologram I'm equivalent to Hova on a Dolla' Van I don't think you got it fam Fat Joe, Nas and 'Cam Mad blow choppin' grams Ab-Soul, Dr. damn Dre whipping pots N' pans 'Ye with the Glock in hand You put that all together what you got is Ran N*iggas can't stop the man Can't stop the Don [?] .. And I won't sit 'till every clip in the Choppa' gone N*iggas wanna grapple with me, I don't see an Octagon I'm a Ex-felon, rap divas can't shock a con Been ill since my pops was gone That explains how I got this strong That explains how the flames down in hell got it hot this long Covered in gas why my bop so calm Why I drop those bombs You a**ed out, why you copp those thongs? Verbal a**a**in, I ain't got no songs But I ain't finish yet I do this sh*t to vent F*ck all your magazine covers and all your big events I load a magazine brother, and catch a 5th attempt If n*ggas try and switch the bench Half of a Slowbuck n*gga will get you 50 Cent Do your math better Late night dice games I was the a** better Shotty in my black leather I'm tired of these mimics and jokes Try laughing while I'm slittin your throat, C*cks**er