Best@it
Freeway got a voice like an electric guitar
Im the bass to it
Walk to the speaker hold your face to it
Freezer
[Freeway]
Im bout to rip it straight from the rip
Body every beat the scriptures to me that we close to the end
Listen, Kill em with the spit and put my boys in position
So none of my niggas got to pitch on the street
Its Young Freezer the bar spitter the big beard
From the city of brotherly hate where we bear eagles
The desert kind and we pay them coppers no never mind
Niggas still palm heaters
My hood is bad they turn teen they grab ninas
A couple aunts one mother no dad
Streets was their father figure and they never had
thats why they run up in your spot with a couple glocks
Had hunger pains I couldnt make it to eat
Got introduced to Islam started making Salat
We in two different cities
Minnnesota and Philly
But Im on the same page as Brother Ali
[Brother Ali talking]
Yeah Joell Ortiz, get it
[Joell Ortiz]
I Aint make believe like some of these costume fuckers
So YAOWAH, I literally got you Brother
Aint a hood too rough aint a block too gutter
These rappers starting to look like them pork chops you smother
Slide me a fork damn right I eat pork
Im sick I dine on the swine flu with every thought
Every track I rhyme to develops a heavy cough
Till its fully blown and it turns into a smelly corpse
Im eatin I aint fat this just how my belly floss
Im on the road so much Im build me a telly porch
Bitches be hawkin I be turnin my celly off
They crazy like the ass on Miss Tracee Ellis Ross
Come home early I might be in that bed of yours
Girls like me Im sort of like a walking metaphor
And this mic seems like it kinda just might be a gift and a curse
They give me ass and curse me out when I dont make em wifey
Im on the set mic check like your favorite Nikes
A Rhyme Sayer so its only right that they invite me
On the track with em Im oozing that rap rhythm
Could rhyme forever whatever
Ill let Ali scrap with em
[Brother Ali]
Some of the greatest got respect for the way that I rock the set
But you aint seen no Jacob shit dangling off my neck
So of course, dudes around the way are all suspect
Why them Rhymesayers boys aint break you off with a check
Wait a minute its not that I aint get it
Its just that Im considerate
And shit about they way I spend it
You aint never heard me say Im pimpin
I referee the game Im in and so I play it
Different I Need the deed to my home and the title to my car
Make sure that my health and my life are all insured
If I aint got all four I consider myself poor
Diamonds to the floor is something I can not afford
You see these cats and most of them are lying
Selling CDs and packs , both of them are dying
My man Free earned that shit it aint a costume
And I aint bout to cop a fakejoint to give props to em
You aint seen nothing crazy on my arm
My kids got a stay at home mom
Until my grand kids are straight I aint buying jewelry
And truly cant thank my fans enough for what they do for me
Industry suits wasnt digging my jams
I tour like a madman build my brand
Soundscan never meant nothing to the fans
They aint in it for the trends they want to listen to the man
I give em what I can and when Im in the jam
I get to spittin so ridiculous they pissing in their pants
They listen every chance that they can get it their hands
Until they wear the CD out and go and get that shit again
God damn it got me back on my rap shit
Got that home run king batting average
Achievements, no roids taken, no astrict, dont need it
No styles bitten, no ass kissed
Believe it
Record is flawless my respect is enormous
My current peer group is a short list
Only way I lose if I forfeit
The only way you climb in these shoes is if I tire of the throne and climb off it
Dont hold your breath on it
Only begun
If you aint the Rhymesayers I dont owe you a crumb
Cant no MC call me his son
The lowest ever been uttered is kid brother but thats only been one
I paved my own road to the sun
My aura glow has become
A beacon of hope the closer I come
Im sorry there can only be one
Champ around here I am not a peer
Im up here, you down there
Look down and the grounds near
Au contraire I hear you heart pound fear loud and clear
Feet of sasquatch
MCs are mad soft
Make their weak ass glass jaw meet the asphalt
Better hope Ali dont blast off
Hell twist your hand off
Take you in the back and saw the cast off
Cant slow him up the more he get the more he want
They steady telling me hip hop is in some sort of rut
Thats cause they watching the TV and they ignoring us
It aint my fault they fail to see that we done tore it up
Im from a broken mold yall are from that carbon cut
That shit has all been done before
Im here to call your bluff
I dont compare myself to dead rappers
Im here to write the next chapter in braille and left handed
Consider yourself reprimanded
Fresh rap shit and yall know we the best at it