A Real FreeStyle with Immortal Technique, Jedi Mind Tricks and Non Phixion....Las Vegas Nevada and Omaha Nebraska in this off the top of the dome non-memorized freestyle viewed as "The Bearen: 100 Bars A Real Jeep FreeStyle (With Lyrics)"
Lyrics: I'm from where they vote and you loose your right; Im from where the jails stay packed on a Tuesday night. And the bails stay a few stacks high. Im from where thoughts pass by.. Be hemmed up or die. Cuz you know that in court you gonna fry. Then they sending ya to a private prison because they Judge and Jury were all Kikes and Christians. Just hit the bag of the Green Lite and listen. I cant stand when the Don and Oxycodone block out my vision; And I cant stand it when the conversation is blocked out by television. The only thing hotter then the females in Las Vegas is the Police State. Its understood that dudes waking up but its almost too late. I dont live a Destiny because I fucked up fate; But my Life wasnt always cake. I stood in the line for 19 years screaming: Yo, Where the fuck is my order at? No dollar bills, it was nickels and quarters I lacked. I was poverty stuck because I was poor as fuck; I couldnt even afford to buy a quarter sack. But even then I was still getting more pussy then a college quarter back. And at the same time as that fact, I was drowning in my sorrow because I couldnt see what the Pess-i-mis-m did. But I soon found out that watching the News in a Casino is the def-i-nition of rigged. I have solid evidence that the Illuminati have television filtered like a cig; But I dont smoke with R. J. Reynolds or Phi-lip Mor-ris. When I smoke I just like to light-the-kills-up, more-or-less. Your girl is pisst so you need to call the Florist. Im freestyling poems off the top of my mother fucking dome so there will be no Chorus. Ive already learned that I cant make the future without leaving the past. My blunt is lit and I just want the burning to last. They still call me The Bearen. My felons are still selling when Im running them errands. I was born between the 80 and 29 Interstates. Cant believe Im still in Omaha driving slow high on the Kills. Im dodging eight 2 to 9 Intrastates, you wouldnt believe the Os we saw. I like to rhyme slow with green lips off these pills. Yo, I be checking the scores because Im betting the boards. But money isnt shit; My Life is still hard like your girls chest. And you are faking hard like the rest. And when it comes to faking with the cards, Im the best. They got you programmed like Drones. The Monetary System is all fiction like Rambo when its really just Stallone. I smoke purple and green Zones to zone, while Im spitting poems on my phone. Ive thought about putting this massacre on postpone because Im out number and all alone, and they all one step from Human clones; But Im still going to win the battle like them Bastards in Bastogne. If you fuck with me you will get your ass kicked. I will have you all stitched up looking drastic; with your mothers tears on top of your closed casket. Im going to be here until my God says: Thats it.. Not talking about that King James bull shit. I will be the last to lie and I will be the last to die because they killing you with milk and juice that is pasteurized. Im in this bitch by myself so Im trying to dedicate my Life to good health. When Im in Nevada I like to cop a room at the Sahara on the Vegas Strip. I like to sit on the bed with a blunt and take nice rips, while Im watching my female dime strip. When Im rhyming with no beat in my Jeep I can go on for weeks. Im at the podium so you need to take your seat. My message to the class is like my weedits on a creep. Im a business man without a fleet. So that makes me a soloist. Its funny that Im named after the brother of Moses. No matter, I always cash out when I focus. I already told you that I was the real deal. My first goal is one-mill by closing real deals. Im doing it because Im one in a bill. Im ready to catch mine, for real. I sit back and think where I will be in the year 2011; The odds are way better than 20 to 7 that I will be wearing a thousand dollar coat while Im dumping your body off my million dollar boat; And you full of shit so you wont fucking float. Who the fuck cares if my skin is whiter then Hitlers Youth? I giving you raw poetry without a booth. Im ducking because you act throad to me without any proof. Why would you act like a thug like them? You just suck drugs threw steams; Acting like you put real slugs threw limbs. Difference is you mug and I grin. My citys streets have more United States military presence then France. And at a quick glance I can see that all those subliminals have you in a trance. You all need to stop acting wild because the storm troopers millimeters are tipped like a Black and Mild. They found you guilty and put you to sleep but they lacked a trial. Call it what it is, Im just trying to die old.
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Sick!
mankind2008 1 year ago 21
keeping that flow alive well man peace
BongoBongMedia 1 year ago 20