Quick freestyle (round 2)

Aye

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I feel like rocky with these haymakers,

Round after round, this is what the game made us-into,

Them flames made us into somebody, practicing hooks,

Subtle jabs, the footwork-was nice too,

My coach been egging me on,

Told me to stay dangerous “no matter what they throw at you”,

Cuz you know what your hands do,

Like bam bamm, My hands bring treble, having you swimming with fishes,

And make it double,

Damn, I’m bass,

The wushu of who’s who,

Giving no clues,

I’m Done giving hand outs, nigha,you know the rules,

You say you wanna see action,

gotta show me the proof,

I need to see some magic,

Not your pants sagging,

I don’t care about that fake tough shit,

Or bandwagons,

You a actor-reading scripts-of how to make nothing,

Looking for a way to get that strength pumping,

I dare any nigha to try and say something,

I got my timbalands on, drake in the bag,

Hoodie season, punching through skulls, and taking in cash,

-But you know well,

them frogs in the well,

They could jump but couldn’t climb,

so that’s how missions fail?

I wish you well……

……back to the topic though…..

Apollo’s creed,

Came from dirty water and backwood trees,

Yeah,

Training day n’ night knowing that they might not fight,

Runaway, what’s iron man to a prime mike tice-

-Sons of the game, sons of anarchy-I just don’t see you the same,

I been the type, to walk through thunderstorms and cold ass rain,

Im never lackin,

The pussy wet I guess I gotta jack it,

-Hoe or not-