7L Freestyle

(Verse 1: Celph Titled)

Yeah, you goddamn right it’s Celph Titled

The granddaddy grenade, mother *******

With my man 7L the devastator

This is how we do this *************t

Yo, my most prized possession is my knife collection

All types of different slices selections, the nicest

Weapons from the Get Right Reverend

Wiling out on *************s with outlandish rage

Plus I’m known to tote the iron like a Spanish maid

That’s going to body you, really like straighten you out

Don’t think I won’t put the barrel straight in your mouth

How many times can I write about the same old *************t

I guess I won’t find out until y’all stop buying it

But until then it’s guns, *******, punch lines and human accords

There’s kids across the world to argue over computers

Who’s the best? Celph Titled cause he writes heaters

Caught so many bodies he should be the MVP wide receiver

I seen your chick where the groupies be

And when she’s in my bed sounding off key like Looney-D

You out looking for the *************, all nervous and *************t

I took her to the A-Train and wrote this verse for 7L’s mix

It’s dangerous to play the role of a gangster

When you dealing with a gangster who employs many gangsters

Suffered and lifted on my back to make a queens soldier

Southside will flatten you like steam rollers

(Verse 2: Big Scoob)

Unh hunh, Big Scoob baby

AKA Johnny mother ******g Famous

Brooklyn, all day, you heard, trend setters

I ************* hos, dimes, ******* in they prime

Hood rat chickens who ain’t got one dime

Don’t give a ************* if you swole

I fill you with holes

*************s will think you’re Kwame

From the dots in your clothes

With a chain in your rhyme

Wrist that don’t *************ne

*************s want to be jigga but ain’t got one dime

Everybody hot, everybody pop glock

Man you only seen a gun cause your pops a cop

I kick real *************t, Brownsville on the hill *************t

Big Scoob, Trend Setters, something you can feel *************t

I Spray your block like graffiti, what

And wait for 5-0 to get an autographed CD

None of y’all *************s spit lines like these

I’ll have your ************* yelling please Hercules, Hercules

Its war, it’s like you a dead man walking

Trend Setters tired of you ************* *************s talking

(Verse 3: Terra)

Unnh, Terra, new *************t, ha ha

Ay yo, there come a time

When everything must change

When y’all gotta stop selling the ************* out

That time is right now

You better ask about me, I’m the thug *************

Whip out a shank and a ************* in your back

*************t on your track, I get it down now

They be calling me fire, the rapper die *************

The assassin for hire

Took everything I was taught to see what I can do

************* you hating ass *******, you heard, you *************s too

The ain’t your local radio station, come on dog

This ain’t a broadcast live from the parking lot in the mall

These circles in the streets will get you the ************* hurt

And the last thing you want to do is spit your hottest *************t first

How you want it dog? In your ass or your mouth

And you ain’t got that much time because my *************t is about to come out

And I will *************, bite your ******g head off too

Out with a 4,5 and 6 like kiss, a range too

If you truly a queen, then I’m talking to you

I’m the heir to the thrown and I’m coming the ************* through

It’s my turn Terra