Freestyle 7-16

"FREESTYLE 7-16"

P-MAN
Ain't no thang, cause what I bring is the real though, true to life, true to love, and representin' the midwest, yo. Flow for flow, pound for pound, keep bumpin' that sound, and if you haters wanna show down, I'm packin' plenty rounds for ya. Never toleratin that whack shit. Just sit yo ass down and listen up as I spit some rhymes to beats that's thick. Don't know me, no never once have we met up right face to face, but yo, I know your type, I know the ones who bitin' off my tapes. Vicious shit, like stealing beats that I came up with first, steal my lines, steal my rhymes, why not just rap my whole verse? Come on now, I see right through you, right past all the lies. Cut the shit, step up quick, and come look into my eyes. Never once have I stepped on your toes, so ho, go on home, and leave this rapping thang up to us pros. Chose to pose, now you dead in a box, I holler one-eight-seven, but I'm gone 'fore the cops show. Never get away with that stealing, 211 up on my music means I'm gonna do some cap peelin'. So I ask you, what do you see? Me in the pen or homie you up in the cemetary? I see you pissin in them draw's, go home son, I see you just ain't got the balls to mess with me, to sang with me, to bang with me, cause in the end ain't nobody can hang with me, I suggest you get outta town. I'm a start this countin' at ten, but after that I'm sending plenty rounds. And silent is his plea. Not a word did he utter, the motherfucker had to flee. But ain't that what I told ya? Mess with a soldier? I don't think so, U-Hall is gonna fold ya. And that's just how we deal wit' it, tell them hoes that's stealin shit that we's got plenty other victims, get it? This case is closed. For now, I'm outta here, P-Man dealt with them hoes, cause we for real.