Tha FreakStylaz Post Album | Primal~the Rap Achilles~

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Primal~the Rap Achilles~ |

| 6. The Boss and the Hitman v3.0 - The Rise feat. Tekk |

Chorus-Tekk

started off the little man

upgraded to middle man

got a gun, upgraded to trigga man

took over the top nigga man

boss now

wit my hitman

flippin the script hittin grills

gettin chips and

niggas can't stop our build fam

boss and the hitman

Tekk ¤ Casino T

Yeah - expressions of evil, a bum but never was I less than the people,

I guess I was equal, skin scarred from testing them needles.

When I'm stressing I'm lethal, most days my mind worries away,

authorities say, "You control your destiny" but they don't know my story was fate.

Destiny bound, loving my voice was blessed with the Heavenly sound,

two guns and a plan then I'm cooking with the right recipe now.

Nothing to lose, a lot to gain and sumpin to prove,

if I'm to be a Boss I should be sticking kids and pumpin them tools.

Cuz as of now my cash is down and my only option is gangs,

every hood I go to I hold it down like I'm s'posed to, poppin dem thangs.

They pointed out homeboy, he was icy rocking a chain,

so I walked up to duke, POW!!! popped in the brain.

So yeah I'm in now, dats why they call me the HeadFreak,

and it wasn't long before I was Boss status, breath stinks kissing left cheeks.

Leaving enemies on death sheets,

the whole crew would shut up and listen whenever Tekk speaks.

A true success story from a bum to boss,

now I can get you merked by a fingersnap or a lung cough, cut them thumbs off.

I'm the largest, proving these guys is cowards,

true Boss, and that's my story of my rise to power.

Chorus-Tekk

started off the little man

upgraded to middle man

got a gun, upgraded to trigga man

took over the top nigga man

boss now

wit my hitman

flippin the script hittin grills

gettin chips and

niggas can't stop our build fam

boss and the hitman

Primal

no allegiance just fienin to pot till your beat box don't rock steady

P cock ready, and fire the desert eagle nigga i popped heavy

the block levy to my ever command, cuz my gun took charge

and i stepped on the scene like Omar(the wire), niggas run----shook---hard

for bodies they need guards like teams wit only fowards and centas

and niggas never came out in summer cuz i'm morbid in winter

but a sinner so the winter caught up to me i'm on the run

so i busted the gun and layed low, stunted in broad open son

hopin that niggas fall back and let me throw crack

tho before i'd go back, they was throwin 4 to my nose and 4 to my back

so i linked up wit tekk, the desert eagle linked up wit techs

i'm linked up wit freaks, so bullet pellets linked up wit necks

my set the stylin niggas all freaks in control

our shit like grade honor in school the way my niggas would roll

all soul sharp and ready wit vocab and knifes

so we rippin you in the streets, and you leavin you wit scabs on the mic

and yall the draggin type

while i'm the dragon type hitman stay ready was war

and beef's like food so like fat kids i'm ready for more

the right hand man to the boss the right hand man's where i toss

the right side damn that temple niggas, is where your man loss

not plannin gone cost

tekk the last don and i'm crucificio hangin a fake

and i did like fuckin calendars i'm bangin your date

shit's not safe kid i'm wit a solid circle of vets

my style's like backward's surgery the way i'm tyin open your chest

Chorus-Tekk

started off the little man

upgraded to middle man

got a gun, upgraded to trigga man

took over the top nigga man

boss now

wit my hitman

flippin the script hittin grills

gettin chips and

niggas can't stop our build fam

boss and the hitman

Tekk appears courtesy of FreakStylaz Musik/Productshunz