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Never Freestyle Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh, let's go
[Verse 1: Rio Loz]
I'm a son of a gun with sixteen, bite the bullet
My style Russian Roulette, just be careful when you pull it
I had to some pull strings, I wish they was over acoustics
My flow stupid, doofus, I'm the blueprint
The twins is a pair, but I'm a two for one
This the moon and the sun, Frank Castle and Big Pun
Your punishments begun
My split personality split niggas for fun
The man in the mirror told me to pick a side
I got a different side like a Gemini
Inside lives the bridge to the other side
Follow me down the rabbit hole
Where I had to walk on faith just like the yellow brick
Click, clicking your heels won't get you back home when I come on
So bring it on, you rap divas
Tell your loved ones bye like Felicia
I was spittin' ether 'fore I got a visa
Now I shine down on 'em like the sun in Costa Rica
We glorified truth seekers
Yo soy el niño de oro, Negro y Latino
Here for the people, Colombiano y Africano
Desde Egipcio, faraón with a golden heart, este flow es bendito, si
Uh, let's go
[Verse 1: Rio Loz]
I'm a son of a gun with sixteen, bite the bullet
My style Russian Roulette, just be careful when you pull it
I had to some pull strings, I wish they was over acoustics
My flow stupid, doofus, I'm the blueprint
The twins is a pair, but I'm a two for one
This the moon and the sun, Frank Castle and Big Pun
Your punishments begun
My split personality split niggas for fun
The man in the mirror told me to pick a side
I got a different side like a Gemini
Inside lives the bridge to the other side
Follow me down the rabbit hole
Where I had to walk on faith just like the yellow brick
Click, clicking your heels won't get you back home when I come on
So bring it on, you rap divas
Tell your loved ones bye like Felicia
I was spittin' ether 'fore I got a visa
Now I shine down on 'em like the sun in Costa Rica
We glorified truth seekers
Yo soy el niño de oro, Negro y Latino
Here for the people, Colombiano y Africano
Desde Egipcio, faraón with a golden heart, este flow es bendito, si
[Verse 2: Taj Austin]
For the gang, I go to bat (Yo, where's Bruce Wayne?)
You strike me out as a lame in real life
The chains on the neck don't connect with the mainframe
The source, the fake gon' force or refrain
When I pull up, hop out, say the name on 'em (Coast)
Do my lil' thing, spit a flame on 'em (Coast)
I could give a damn 'bout the fame, nigga
I'll pull a card anywhere, I'm David Blaine on 'em
You think I'm the type? Nope, delete, don't type nor retweet
I'm more elite than your PC, you and yours PC
You never met the god MC, until now, it was all BC
I'm not gonna push a P, I'm not Pusha T
But I will push a tee with your face on a XXL
While my team's on the cover of the XXL magazine, lil' nigga
This ain't no make believe, we just make believers
The only thing you and your enemies agree with
The album could put an end to all of your grievances
Solve world peace, lil' nigga
Boy, this shit really slap
On every volume like it was raised by smack
In the jungle, you separate the apes from the rats
In the dark place, as a Black race, we adapt
Blocks hotter than a furnace, 'least it's furnished
The bench where the bus stop, you might see a skirmish
It's early, I'm up, you know, tryna get the worm and
Then pimp Benjies quicker than the world keep turning
Come on, nigga
For the gang, I go to bat (Yo, where's Bruce Wayne?)
You strike me out as a lame in real life
The chains on the neck don't connect with the mainframe
The source, the fake gon' force or refrain
When I pull up, hop out, say the name on 'em (Coast)
Do my lil' thing, spit a flame on 'em (Coast)
I could give a damn 'bout the fame, nigga
I'll pull a card anywhere, I'm David Blaine on 'em
You think I'm the type? Nope, delete, don't type nor retweet
I'm more elite than your PC, you and yours PC
You never met the god MC, until now, it was all BC
I'm not gonna push a P, I'm not Pusha T
But I will push a tee with your face on a XXL
While my team's on the cover of the XXL magazine, lil' nigga
This ain't no make believe, we just make believers
The only thing you and your enemies agree with
The album could put an end to all of your grievances
Solve world peace, lil' nigga
Boy, this shit really slap
On every volume like it was raised by smack
In the jungle, you separate the apes from the rats
In the dark place, as a Black race, we adapt
Blocks hotter than a furnace, 'least it's furnished
The bench where the bus stop, you might see a skirmish
It's early, I'm up, you know, tryna get the worm and
Then pimp Benjies quicker than the world keep turning
Come on, nigga
[Verse 3: Ras Austin]
2022, twinny twin coming
Mama had us on a full stomach
Emerged out the womb, two heads better than Oneness
I look like him, but y'all shit redundant
We already run it, foot on your neck, just baby step
God protect these clowns who showboat object
'Round niggas who flows could drown Noah's architect
All due respect, we don't all respect what you do
That shit weak, hope it work out too
Just because you win don't mean I lose
I ain't you, nah
Man, your mans light, he sleight envy
Wanna bring smoke to God house, but lack chimney
Coast got tatted, got 2 Cents tatted
'Bout the only things get under my skin, you can't offend me
I walk in truth
My fear branched off the noose
My ear drums request love from The Roots
Make your whole family tree salute
Nothing new under the sun, under the son of the son's son
The great, great one predicted what his seed would do
In 2022, twinny twin coming
Mama had us on a— hold up, I did it again, but y'all shit redundant
Did it again, but y'all— I am the greatest of all timers
Plagued with the greatest of Alzheimer's
I hear it, then forget y'all are rhymers
Your lyrics don't convince not one of us, not one of us
Not even karma spinning the block for fake drama
Fake niggas, fake numbers
Snatch your plate from ya, see if y'all can fake hunger
Better keep 'way from us, it's Coast
2022, twinny twin coming
Mama had us on a full stomach
Emerged out the womb, two heads better than Oneness
I look like him, but y'all shit redundant
We already run it, foot on your neck, just baby step
God protect these clowns who showboat object
'Round niggas who flows could drown Noah's architect
All due respect, we don't all respect what you do
That shit weak, hope it work out too
Just because you win don't mean I lose
I ain't you, nah
Man, your mans light, he sleight envy
Wanna bring smoke to God house, but lack chimney
Coast got tatted, got 2 Cents tatted
'Bout the only things get under my skin, you can't offend me
I walk in truth
My fear branched off the noose
My ear drums request love from The Roots
Make your whole family tree salute
Nothing new under the sun, under the son of the son's son
The great, great one predicted what his seed would do
In 2022, twinny twin coming
Mama had us on a— hold up, I did it again, but y'all shit redundant
Did it again, but y'all— I am the greatest of all timers
Plagued with the greatest of Alzheimer's
I hear it, then forget y'all are rhymers
Your lyrics don't convince not one of us, not one of us
Not even karma spinning the block for fake drama
Fake niggas, fake numbers
Snatch your plate from ya, see if y'all can fake hunger
Better keep 'way from us, it's Coast
[Verse 4: Eric Jamal]
Okay, I kick up, flip shit, huh, keep it moving
Hip hop, you can't stop this type of movement
I'm a story teller, so let me get right into it
About this time I almost died over some coochie (Say what?)
Brown skin, it was this cutie
She threw a party at her crib, told me come through but
Damn it, I knew better, granted, I'm too clever
But I'm from Philly, I'm ready rumble like whoever
I'm on the way, something kept telling me, "Boy, you foolish"
Couldn't get a lift from my nigga, so called an Uber
Got dropped off, hit five stars, he was the coolest
But not the cleanest, but at least he played my music
Huh, huh, hop in that bitch like I was Kunta
I can't lie, shit was a vibe, they playing Future
I'm getting high, speakers was loud, it's Metro Boomin'
But seen these guys with evil eyes, what they up to?
Wait, there she go, I recognized her from her booty
I walked up like, "Baby, what's up? Like, how you doing?"
She turned around with the stone face, I was confused
Then I realized I looked in the eyes of a Medusa
Left, right, punch, kick, getting jumped, no shit
Oh shit, broke ribs, still throwing both fists, don't miss
Now my medulla got contusions
I'm on my back, too many cats, I just see Pumas (Call a doctor)
It was nothing else I could do
In this street fight, wishing nobody use that Haduoken
Woop, woop, they started to run from boys in blue
Shit, I'm not a fan of the police, but Hallelujah
Moral of the story, fellas, don't be stupid
Wanna meet a chick, then take her ass to the movies
Back to the telly, but never give up your room key
Boys and girls, thank you for tuning in, Coast
Okay, I kick up, flip shit, huh, keep it moving
Hip hop, you can't stop this type of movement
I'm a story teller, so let me get right into it
About this time I almost died over some coochie (Say what?)
Brown skin, it was this cutie
She threw a party at her crib, told me come through but
Damn it, I knew better, granted, I'm too clever
But I'm from Philly, I'm ready rumble like whoever
I'm on the way, something kept telling me, "Boy, you foolish"
Couldn't get a lift from my nigga, so called an Uber
Got dropped off, hit five stars, he was the coolest
But not the cleanest, but at least he played my music
Huh, huh, hop in that bitch like I was Kunta
I can't lie, shit was a vibe, they playing Future
I'm getting high, speakers was loud, it's Metro Boomin'
But seen these guys with evil eyes, what they up to?
Wait, there she go, I recognized her from her booty
I walked up like, "Baby, what's up? Like, how you doing?"
She turned around with the stone face, I was confused
Then I realized I looked in the eyes of a Medusa
Left, right, punch, kick, getting jumped, no shit
Oh shit, broke ribs, still throwing both fists, don't miss
Now my medulla got contusions
I'm on my back, too many cats, I just see Pumas (Call a doctor)
It was nothing else I could do
In this street fight, wishing nobody use that Haduoken
Woop, woop, they started to run from boys in blue
Shit, I'm not a fan of the police, but Hallelujah
Moral of the story, fellas, don't be stupid
Wanna meet a chick, then take her ass to the movies
Back to the telly, but never give up your room key
Boys and girls, thank you for tuning in, Coast
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