Dead Mic 2 Pt.1 - Wolfi G. (Got It Twisted Freestyle)

Music: Got It Twisted - Mobb Deep
Lyics:

I'm ridin' in the stratus, thoughts in the stratosphere
dreamin' of star status, ain't nobody bad as this
gimme some room, some air to breathe
I start twitchin' like I got somebody rare disease

Think I won't flex the ink
My stomach's on E; best believe its the Wolfman G
put me on I will off the record
word is bond, I'm not the lesser...

Flow's impeccable. Punchline literal
one-man parable. Internet general
heir to the throne, prolly think I'm cocky
only at it a year, now niggas tryna spot me

Move like I gotta couple tools and a rap-sheet
even if we wore the same shit you couldn't match me... I'll
spit in ya face, live in ya place
blade never far from home, it live on my waist

All you got is gun talk, show you how a gun walk
Lean you like a gat hammer right before the gun spark
Gotta hand it to T he got some beats
Yeah his heart did too, until he fucked with me!

I'm a madman on the mic, dissect classic records
reassemble that acid to slash ya flesh
and we the best, leave the rest in arrest of a cardiac variety
Bacardi sobriety, narcs pro'ly spyin me. I'm dope, none supplyin me

I'm broke, but I'm tryna be the hope of a dyin breed
knife in ya throat, so when I poke its The Shining
Realign the genre; mines behind me
You pro'ly think I'm lyin, but ain't nobody denyin it
so when I get to pryin your ribs, don't be cryin

blade hit ya spine, playin twisted metal
put you in the dirt til I know you hit the devil
Gears is beveled, my grind be peakin' levels
like a perv in a scope knowin ya sheets is yellow

Cause ya peeps got you gassed like ya feet on pedals
I gotta white friend and he's so metal
he grind the axe til he bleed how he squeeze the treble
bow down so ya knees hit elbows... and kiss the shell toes;
until Wolfi g is well known, we're runnin in ya spot, like we was welcome

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• Dead
• Mic
• 2
• Pt
• 1