Wrekonize - Higher Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] (You're now rockin' with the best) Yep, when I was a kid, my mom said I was like 80 percent deaf, which really explains a lot (Bow down) Yep, ha, hey this goes louder right? Now louder, louder (Turn my music high!) Ha, Strange Music, ha (Turn my music) [Verse 1] Higher than a helium balloon filling up full of holy smokes Who be f**ing with the Morse code mayhem? Bet I batter anybody challenging the post I'm a**igned to the snake and bat So you can throw away your basic facts About them s**ers and them ancient raps With a baseball bat I (Turn my music) High high lemme be your savior Play the tunes loud, wouldn't wanna be my neighbor Gimme the time to rhyme and I violate her Blowing her mind I'm like a live vibrator Back many many years ago Rock-a-fella fronted me out of a single due Just blaze made this track so I figure I would rap On his sh** it's the least he can do If you looking for nemesis I'm the better The genesis I been thinking of sending this But I need you to bleed on your knees and I leave A disease no dreams or schemes you can reminisce In the city where the pity's indivisible And the looking I been bookings all cynical I been rocking so long in the interval I'm here praying for a bit of the residual Shouts to the stone, hit me with a himmi I'll be hyme 'til I'm gone Strange on the linen Morse code on the bone See a bunch of drones and I'm getting me a clone How the f** you think you gettin' by high As kite when I'm out here raining bricks Yeah you wanna be famous You ain't even recognized by the strangers b**h! [Hook] (2X) Turn my music high, high, high High High, high, high, high [Verse 2]: (b**hes) They keep on running with the other Mother f**ers over this dope fella 7 years and we got mad cheers And we still ain't never been invited to Coachella But that's fine still on the grind Record tour time, Show 89 Woosta (Worcester) been live Denver's alive Little rocks fly damn I'm high We in Tucson tattooed beauty with the boots on Bap-boom ringing what are you on? I bet ya get ya flows from the groupon I used to battle for the dough But they made the rules change From the free to no beat with the pen Well if I'm gonna write sh** then I'm gonna write this I don't really need to diss you to win Give it away, give it away, give it away now Free styles like I never had to pay rounds Speak miles and I running round the playground We foul and you loving every minute of it Got 'em all going snake and bat sh** My fundamentals l-m-n-o take the hat trick You in a rental going mental bacon back bits I'm here in the kennel on some face the fact sh** [Hook] (2X)