Tha FreakStylaz Post Album

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Primal |

| 3. In The Mind of Me |

::Hook::

i shall tell you my secrets, kid i'm quellin these thiefs wit

insight, meditated for ten nights, slayin devils wit leaflets

i can see clearly thru a hail storm wit a fog blanket

unflawed laced wit wicked words when the dawn's wakin

i've solved ancients using thought wit the law's aces

and i dissolved a matrix like Neo have a jaw breakin

plus its all basic and its loaded wit the best of my life

a pest on the mic and never had to guess at it twice

my flesh is alright cuz i never been scarred to death

i'm hard as heck, on the team wit the largest tekk

Tekk, Casino T, now we back to my inception

strapped with my protection young black and all aggressive

yo i've snapped in all directions, but not hated much

brave as fuck sharp tongue, i keep the razor tucked

afraid of what? cuz all cats do major stunts

cats is pussy..i.e. dog, the same as cunts

name me one dude slicker than linguist spitten

drop cats like diarhea cuz its easy shittin

greasy sicknin, yo the kid like ill lightnin

cats done read the tutorial and still bitin

i'm real..likely..aint no probability

spittin sick slick shit is my responsibility

::Hook::

i shall tell you my secrets, kid i'm quellin these thiefs wit

insight, meditated for ten nights, slayin devils wit leaflets

i repeat my self like a broken record and a disc skip

feel like i deplete my self with all the properly rated slick spit

and the sense in all the replyin is that kids win

who have a big grin on makin money wit some spit gin

and since when i aint been gracious as a mild poet

though i'm hungry as 3 lions and a wild locust

my style's potent as the cocaine wit len bias

tho ten times it, u know devilishly sin's flyin

you still buy it, but i can't swallow or stomach when

my words rolled off the lot bigs as 18 hummers spin

is it another win, or is it really life's a joke

spend nights and poke everything, and lightly smoke

until you're rightly choked and you cant even see black

that's same feelin i get when i know that i don't read facts

see me raps are a charm like a pot for a leprechaun

that's why it contort your face muscle and test your spine

cuz you might have to take a seat to hear the news like

your girl cheated wit your best friend out on two nights

i do right, but yet the math don't seem to add up

is it bad luck or is just i need to jab guts

wit mad cuts from a razor and grab life by the horns

or bleed everything i feel like grabbin a rose by the thorns

i rose from the storm like Neo seen the revolution

and i've passed my prime and Darwin's theory of evolution

::Hook::

i shall tell you my secrets, kid i'm quellin these thiefs wit

insight, meditated for ten nights, slayin devils wit leaflets

damnit i try stop writin, sit and chill back

but like Jigga, i come back cuz i don't feel cats

i instill raps in they membranes, some wise thesis

make you lil bitches say Uncle, like 5 nieces

the top 5's weakness, i can't associate Prime

if my kid is on the 10 scale then i procreate dimes

my daughters fresh as the mountain dew wife ovulates lime

i'm so in control of this world i can modulate time

BIGS WORDS! dont look it up you still hooked on the verbs

like a dumb pretty bitch, u stay hooked on this nerd

::Hook::

i shall tell you my secrets, kid i'm quellin these thiefs wit

insight, meditated for ten nights, slayin devils wit leaflets

For Uncharted Terrain

Courtesy of Freakstylaz Records