Tha FreakStylaz Post Album

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Knowledge |

| 16. 14 years since Birth |

((Beat Starts))

Uh... Uh..

walk wit me..

vibe the fuck wit me..

Dark Concepts - Fatal Simulation from outcast to Reject

So skillful when bagging my shit - you will never hit Eject -

Battle on or offline I'll will let you call me Collect -

Story spit like Biology or History channel Chronologicaly

I will smoke Parsily - and Break down your Boundaries

and plant you quick like Colard Greens -

The full moon it Seems always erupts a gun chamber smoke

that can be traced to my Beam

when I come conflicting you will now the truth Solider on your Team

I rap like cocaine to a Fiend - have you weak Mc,

dont even know what I Mean

My Objective is to be Directive - and highly Respected

Let you talk shit until you Headless -

As a fact of Reality I will leave you Chestless

and Piss on your face while your heart beats for 15 last Seconds

Only niggas with Knowledge get my Lyrical Message

Battle me better hope your rhymes are properly Collected

although the only way to rip me is Biting -

Plus a Bottle of Segrams Gin , 5 blunts and a bottle of Henieken

Cant get a Battle cause you finally are Realizing -

when I rip like a condom on Im the only Sperm Surviving

...You better off Dieing -

just the though of seeing me is a Sin cause you know you Lieing

Facing a Lyrical Giant - with writtens that can be traced on Papyrus

So much Knowledge my freestyle is Recommended by a Pharamicist

Put you in proper Mental Fitness - no known Competition

niggas dreaming wishing they can take my Position

Just to see me write you got to pay Admission

I'm like a Blackhole nobody wants a Collison

fucking Metaphorical Midgets -

put you 6 values under in the Digits

Death is the only way I'm Finished -

Enough Technical Shit lets rap about some Bitches

she say she dont fuck a lot she got you Itching

no only your balls your trigger finger is Itching

Tries to give you head but like Juvenille you make her Bounce Back

Blow her Head off and put the Yay between your Nut Sack

The bitch must of had crabs no wonder I Snapped -

Should of listened when my boys said they all had some of That

Be easy a lot of these bitches is Crazy wanting Babies

oh...

~Andd it's da heart of the strug-gle

Andd it's da heart of the strug-gle!~

((-Beat Slows, to breakdown-))

14 years since my birth I never saw no Crystal Steps

The annoyance and pain of street life every struggle I personally Felt

Just another Mc contending for the Belt

Wont stop rhyming until my lungs gives my last Breath -

Philly the city I was Raised

the same place my skin felt bullets Graze

This is life after death so I really know the meaning to Amazing Grace

These streets are tragedy Race

its not to late - but I still haven't found a way to Escape

From money to drugs to hood rats to Prostitute

all of it has one thing in common its all about the Loot

With green it gives your enemies another reason to Shoot

So I stay low key and Mute

smoking mad blunts and sipping on Grey Goose -

~Andd it's da heart of the strug-gle

Andd it's da heart of the strug-gle!~

((-Beat breaks : then stops))

In Jr. High I had it all but first there was the Struggle

my best friend shot laying dead in a Puddle

But still I Hussled -

got my revenge by buying a Nina with a custom silencer Mussle

the lords walks with me although I was corupt Though

Learned to be a man you have to take the Steps Slow

avoid the police stretch cash out like Velcrow..niggas know (niggas know, uh)

~Andd it's da heart of the strug-gle

Andd it's da heart of the strug-gle!~

14 since my birth...I been curse with the gift of da struggle

I been curse with the gift of da struggle...yea