1996 Fat Beats Freestyle

Yo it's the Lake Shore Drive
Keep it live, tight, raw
You better hurry up
They can't keep it in the store
To be the format
Your whole style on one beat
Insert the disk, watch a nigga press delete
Tryna flex your technique
You gettin' blasted with a TEC
That shit is mad ironic
Like Alanis Morisette, you try but can't jet
Bunch of airline lyrics, rhymes for low fare
Flyin' out of O'Hare while these no name ass
Niggas wanna go there, nobodies
Livin' three blocks from nowhere
Down the street from nothin'
Let me show these niggas
Somethin', visual aid, the page
And the nigga who fronted, word to God
They don't want it
But they wanna play the role, actin' hardcore
Watch the whole career, flow
My style is too cold
Always, forever like Luther
But it ain't original
Because I stole it from the future
Now I'm wanted in three centuries
The verbal killin'
Ask me where I got the style
Told 'em from my grandchildren
Put it on files document it in the books
You niggas can't see me so
Cease the hard looks i'll rather it get took
Live and die for rhymes, dedicated to hip-hop
Shit don't stop
Niggas they wanna know what and who's next
And you roll up in a Lex
That's the train stop
My brain drop mad lyrics
I rhyme with the spirit off the top
I drop nonstop verbally killin'
My style is ready to willin'
Y'all niggas stay back chillin'
Like EPMD y'all niggas ain't seein' me, what
We're enormous, nah, do or die
I got the rhymes on the brain
They tried to bomb me on the
Plane so I rode the train
Before I got here, spawned here
I'm 'bout to save this shit, yo it's my year
What!? Bring it on, pass it to my man Tariq
Rock the mic all week