Shark Fin Freestyle

This is a freestyle, I transcribed and then used Ai to produce it.

The heart pumpin’, I come in start dumpin’

Dark subject, you want it, I got something

If you want something, let it get some then, check it

Because when I wreck it, I promise if you disrespect it

I’ma disconnect it, leave you second-guessin’ breathless

If you ever disrespect it, I’ma get electric, electrified

Better hide, I promise I’ma terrify ‘em

Weaponize ‘em, mesmerize ‘em when I’m steppin’ by ‘em

I give a fuck, I steal you and bury you right by ‘em

Carry the iron in, I give a fuck about nothing, I’m dyin’

I’m firin’ every time I bring that iron in

Wires in, the frequency is what I’m vibin’ in

And I’m climbin’ in the fuckin’ flow though

Into this to go, poppin’ in this bitch if you don’t know

You do now, poppin’ this bitch like blucka-blucka-blow

Slow it low though, watch me hit ’em with the promo

Man, my balls are blue now, the bitch that had to leave now

Now I ain’t even trippin’ if you see how

I’ma come up in this bitch like “see now”

Free style, three miles deep in the beat now

I ain’t even trippin’ when I be out with a freestyle now, peace out

Tell them people how you gonna beat me now

Reach down, pull yourself up from the cheap ground

I ain’t even trippin’ and you ain’t even see me out workin’

Certain, lurkin’, never hurtin’ for a purpose

Up upon the roofs like that boy said

Got some wolves and some reindeer hooves

Moving smooth, proving dude ain’t got a thing to lose

I hear that beat drop, where that beatbox

If I walk up on nothing when you see me box

Three o’clock, heat don’t stop when the street’s hot

I got that jiu-jitsu, I’ma monster

I put you in an omoplata

You don’t want no drama, I promise ‘cause I’ma monster

Stomper, trauma-bringer, arm the choppa

Come and get your baby, I ain’t trippin’ and I’m crazy

Lately me and my lady, we just be livin’ through the streets

While my 360 camera overheat

Complete the beat, defeat the weak, repeat the feat

I’ma keep it promo, it’s slow-dough, cobo

Pop up in this bitch and do it slow-mo

Solo dolo, how you gonna know though?

Make sure that the smoke though hit the lungs and deep

I hit this bitch and spit this mess for free

The history, if you listen to me

Then you get to hear these beats with ears that need to

Listen if you see him, twenty below freezing

Killin’ for no reason, illin’ for the season

Breathin’, bleedin’, never leavin’ ‘til I’m even

Now you gonna see me, it’s easy

I keep it breezy, believe me it’s greasy

I ain’t even trippin’ and these people want to be me

But please be a little closer if you know that

I gotta make sure the camera runs the exposure

Composure, bulldozer when I roll up on ’em closer

Don’t expose me

Most be foldin’ when they see the way I hold these

Bars like cold steel, whole field know the real