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Talib Kweli - "Buck em Down Freestyle"
Lyrics to Buck em Down Freestyle : [Verse One: Styles] You should take the cross off your neck and pray to Jesus Im breakin every rapper up like eighty pieces I done sat in the cell and stared at the wall And Im swearin to God I air all yall I live by the sword or the pistols Summertime Im outside with niggaz with pitbulls I dont smoke the haze if it aint got the crystals Look in my eyes you can tell I would lift you Im in the DB nine when Im comin to get you Im with my Arab man and he holdin the missiles Im sayin fuck all yall If you dont understand let me make it real clear Im sayin what to all yall No more videos or them silly hos ridin on yall dick when I cut all yall The game too pussy I think it need change I wanna see the barrel flame til they brains get mushy East Coast Ghost Aint no other rapper in the game that you know that plays the streets so close Still bring pain Fire more shots than yall motherfuckers do in that Max Payne game Anybody front Im knockin em out D blockin em out That mean Ima snatch his chain [Verse Two: Talib Kweli] Aint nobody fuckin with Kweli And the rock with a real name like a Styles P Represent the L.O.X Big up to all the massive rude boy on deck Niggaz yellin out what the blood clot, lick enough shots Finna bust a flow like buckshot Whats up Franklin Avenue' These Brooklyn niggaz runnin wild through the jungle like caribou Rap immaculate I spit fire that will get tobacco lit faster than the rider on the chariot Old school and cooler than the river watered downstream Hit the block hotter than them grits poured in Al Green The cops flashin the lights, passin them bikes Ask for ya rights and they beat you like “The Passion Of Christ” They got a sicker fetish for violence than Mel Gibson We inject it in our system through direct television The way Im spittin Heaven through the Hell we living Its like fate is a fakery style you can tell its written Its like a jail when youre sittin in a cell or prison With destiny comin in the form of some mail or a visit Yea opportunitys knockin Like the beat, cuz I got Pete Rock and Beatminerz in my hemoglobin Premier Show and Diamond D Listen here we about to flip it on the track like nine to three [ Buck em Down Freestyle Lyrics ]
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