Shia LaBeouf - Breakfast Club Freestyle lyrics

Listen, written I’m not a rapper First lame’s first, Rosenberg’s the oldest turd He knows he’s dirt Chasin’ relevance, holes in shirt Hard when you’re 50 and you’re workin’ at the station But you’re stationed at a place that’s like 50 in the rankings Patience, be gracious Key to greatness; expectations, keep ’em low Lord knows you are basic Both caucasian, both Jewish, I’m a cajun Difference is you’re sh** with this and I’m Nick Saban; amazing You’re a funny Jew, saddles blazin’ Freestyle how? Wrote yours on a page, man Test annihilation I taste Sania Laythan, you’re waste, man Faker than Drake’s Jamaican accent Old as f**, dog you’re past tense Stagnant, the show don’t miss you when you’re absent You’re lackin’, to Sway and Charlemagne you’re a fraction What happened? I liked you when you still cared about hip-hop, G Not hip-hop squares And you be with these squares, all laissez faire Pedophile style like you run hip-hop’s daycare, damn Hot 97, y’all upsettin’ Hip-hop lives where these kids be gettin’ Vetted by heads who use less discretion When lettin’ those in who got less than blessings Listen, this is a test in flexin’, this is not a text to text thing This is chest to chest sh** This is testin’, testin’, dog, this is not no wrestling This here is for the real This is boreal Climate change from strange to holy hell Nah to Nautica, boy, I own myself This whole thing’s a bit absurd But on my word, is Boat about to get this work? You spit that dirt, I’m Kurt Cobain, squirt Extra extrovert, you better protect your shirt, you bird Sea sections hurt This is me testin’ if your meddle work Call you b**h, but that’s a s**ist word b**h, I’m f**in’ on fire You? Unaccompanied minor At you prior, but this here’s the amplifier You matched attire, cool Is you a hat designer? Congrats, your raps is wack but that jacket’s fire Is that your max desire? Is you after higher? Shhh… pacifier Grab a nap, you’re tired Today’s the day rap’s relax expires Wired off coffee, pen to the pad You ain’t ’bout that, trendin’ for swag I’ve heard enough from Miles Parks McCollum Mc… tell him I’m miles above him I got him, I get him This young man’s a victim, my wisdom will quiz him I’m Mitchum with rhythm This is cowboy sh**, he’s gon’ bow out quick He’s a kow tow trick Him and Soulja on that shoutout sh** This is not, this is murder, this a tragedy, mane He’s like Lil Romeo meets Raggedy Ann Sorry kids, I go hard with this I’m glorious, you Norbit b**h Lil Yaughty dope No, no, Notorious Story is bes sorta sh** I’m here to sort the sh** Like playin’ tug of war with kids Ignorance is bliss until you push it on people They’ll boo you, dude, like movies with too many sequels You as my equal? Please, dude you is just fecal I’m Steve McQueen, you is Vin Diesel I’m not a rapper, but you are, kid I know you’re new to this, but dude you knew the truth exists The craft matters, your raps is just deluded sh** So you should get to pursuing gifts Kwame Brown of rap, the shoe, it fits Fake as f** like Hooters chicks Yachty, this a body, dude this is Murder on record like Zapruder flicks You ain’t doin’ this Go home and write stuff, stop bein’ stupid, b**h Thanks for your time, happy holidays