Shaheen - Pound Cake Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Shaheen] Who you know sick as this So ill pale heads turning like the exorcist Too many flows that you could possibly be bodied with Swimmin through the river of his words make your shotty whip A lot of tip what i give for this unappearances Blue flags leaving kids face delirious Are you hearing this? so much crying out in the street Making me nervous, i can't sleep nor can i eat So disturbed this, can't be what its made to be Steppin to me lyrically a nonoption check your profits B Prophets prophecised my coming properly they call me antichrist im coming twice for twin monopoly Spotting me, in the open is like toking in seattle Brains scattered out like hopped on the wrong saddle Speed of life too slow to suit my appetite My sh**'ll shine right, no matter in muddy or clearer light Im cleaning right and if you dont believe me check the streetsweeper Got a fusion 'tween a construction car and a beamer that i use to make the streets cleaner Call it bean reamer, take all of your goya and leave you bleeding, fear her She is the goddess of my weakness, no beer Give me likeness to be what i reap this, sow real I dont figure you know who i am or what i stand for Im the man you prolly hate more than your landlord Lord title is right tho, get bit by my pytho Code language written by a maestro Flow tight like asian Destroy your land like Haitians Playsian, thats the language of playas i dont speak it i only speak nice emphasize my own name twice Shaheen shaheen meanest of kings brought to your service my queen Youve heard this im sure but you are a worthless being Lately being myself is getting to be a hard job My mind treat me like a slob with a limp knob Hormones going crazy, nah fugazy Used to want to have myself pushing up daisies Now i still question my existence for instance I came with the bop and ended like i missed it Dont act like you dont wanna record You do it of your own accord you damn son of a who*e Drive a honda into an elantra to spark off a comma My interludes are that epic, f** the requisite im speccin my spacesphip where ive never been cuz im spaced out Hot like the salsa, call me paced out Question everyday if i couldve went the Mase route Or the red tape route Worse rappers eating but i dont wanna if they eating brussel sprout No greens but i got the game on lock like couch Diagnostic language, internist like house Insert an*logy here bout cheese and a mouse Throw in another one about drivebys, crouch in your hindsight, ouch kid got blindeyed by bullets People talking about eatin well ill be the fullest, other rappers be nervous because they dont have a purpose But im focused right now Show me the strip i got the glowsticks land your jet proness handle techs like a ho hits rec execs Revolutionary vision malcolm x