Wrekonize - Start It Up Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] August 31st, Miami, b**h I'm back! This is number 4, and my name's Wrekonize (Hahaha) [Verse: Wrekonize] Wakin' up to sunny days, human honey, summer haze We been getting fans and sh**, still you see my hunger stays 'b**h I'm Back' is coming August thirty one That bottle that you got is looking full you need to serve me some Flashing back to high school, scribbling in my textbook Young and in my drug years, what's that pill that Wrek took? Somebody help my mind is on some rebel sh** I'm 'bout to take this industry and f** her with a metal dick! I bang with a little bit of UK swang Got fam' in the KC MO Sang with a little bit of southern twang M-I-A-M-I too gone? Well if not ... then I'mma keep on down this battered path Scratching my 'Illmatic' scabs, thanks for all the tracking dad This family tree is shaping up to yield more Reaching for a steel sword, stabbing at the billboards What you think I'm here for? Smashing all these weird who*es Who been wrapping ears towards? Closing off like dear Lord I thought by now for sure I'd be hallucinatin' Thanks for your call press '1' for God, '2' for Satan '3' for s**, '4' for church and state and to this nation Ah, what the f**! It's all the same when they out chewing faces! But I keep on ridin' beats cause I don't fear none I been tearing ear drums since I was a year young They don't wanna hear one, ¡Mayday! song cause we're dumb They say we're still too lyrical your blog is pure scum Like they want double ours to make my bubble rise These f**ing guys would charge their mother five To have her publicized, and I'm just s'posed to smile, right? Act like I don't know they crock? Smokin' on that holy pot Greener than a 'Goldie' sock Now I don't mean to hold your spot, Goldilocks But only hot sh** gets play around this little lonely rock Don't you ever wish that you could pull a holy plot and Get your life to jumping off right? Tony Scott I'm 'Top Gun' man, on fire I'm unstoppable The last boy scouts mind game on your dominoes But I get 'em in the line of spray, hold them notes 'til the piper plays Felt this way for ninety days, wish I would of been alive to say "Stay in school kids, don't be on this whiskey watch" Tryna sell these notes to a broker with a risky stock Mixing hot, with a misty crop And every time you hear your name called out you're doing sixteen shots Armageddon's here get my shades please You know what drink I like, no change just the same steeze I work so hard it gives me brain freeze So I put Monster in my cup and speed it up until my veins bleed Spit that Kit-Kat, whole lot of game with a zip flap, get back Bet it up and get a better mix check this track Messing up my head, need a lift back, get that? Feels like we never left I tell you this a fact But August thirty first, we in Miami, b**h I'm back! [Outro] "Yeah, I mean that was pretty good, that was just, ya know I mean, I don't, I don't really, I doubt, I doubt it was a real freestyle Ya know, like off the top, it says 'freestyle' but I just, I just I would think, ya know he's thinking off the top (*gunshot* *thunk*)