Freestyler's (Extended Cut)

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Ben Tipper

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Yo...
It starts in good fun 
Life imitates life that's how we do it when we're young 
A bunch of kids trying to figure out how to be done 
With silence and obedience and voices unsung 
And what sprung from that: one syllable rhymes 
Struggles just to link together basic lines 
Is it cheating if you thinking bout it fore it's your time? 
Not when you drop 4 bars and the cypher lose they mind 
Stop there out of respect 
You wouldn't want to embarrass whoever's next 
Plus it's over, it's done, it's a fucking wreck 
And honestly, you ain't have nothing left
Take your ass home and fucking practice
Take your own words and have at this 
You could save the game you could be the rap baptist 
All you got to do is learn to make a damn track list 
Next day schools in session
You get up but you ain't given any blessins 
You've lost all your progression fear is stronger than obsession
Yesterday was a fucking show, today you gon learn a lesson  
You're up and you freeze, that's supposed to be you on beat 
Your palms are feeling sweaty your knees are feeling weak 
The cypher sees you're unsteady reeling for a repeat 
Of what it's already seen: Tipper can't compete 
That's an L that you take, those are laughs you endure 
This is how you get trained, for what's coming in the world 
That's an L that you take, you don't have no choice 
That's an L that's gon make you give you shape to the noise

Hold on to those memories 
Know that you can learn and stay patient with your energy 
But let your fire burn, let it burn when it's embering 
Go get what you've earned, your turn, no surrendering 

If motherfuckers are blocking the up and comers we've got to be 
Ducking under what's stopping the fucking hunger won't possibly 
Accept your tired apologies, you're a liar quite probably 
Your shits tired so sloppy see I require more quality  
When entire life odysseys past right by your hypocrisy 
And you don't even hear the sound of our voices we've got to be 
Bringing tireless ferocity, dire verbosity
Inspired animosity, that's the freestylers philosophy 

Started rappin 10th grade now its 10 years later 
Rappin 10 long years still ain't got no haters  
Still ain't going nowhere, If I left I'd be a traitor 
Cause the game raised me up, yes the game made me greater 
It'd be a shame it'd be a waste to take all that i've been taught 
Bout stepping up in the paint when it's your turn to play ball 
Bout stepping up to the base when speakers really going off 
And just use that to win battles against rappers that are soft?  
Nah I need more I'm getting lost and I do not want complacency 
Rap's never been music that I throw on occasionally 
It's always been rap, only rap, inescapably 
But the truth is I ain't trapped, I could leave unfaithfully
I could beat my friends down over and over shamelessly 
Till they stop coming back cause they don't want to be attacked 
And have to go through all that, plus I ain't black 
That's just where it's all at, I could leave rap painlessly 
I could chill with the music and listen aimlessly
Chill with my apartment, and live spaciously  
Chill with my relationships and chill quite gratefully 
But it'd be wrong to walk away from the game that raised me
Wrong to just take the culture and inspiration 
And stop listening because what? Because it's a younger generation 
And on the low, lets be real, some people would end up praising 
Me for giving rap up, Dawg that's a fucked situation 
That's white/black segregation sure you love rap when you're young 
You love rap when it's cool, and you love rap when it's fun 
You love rap after school, love to hear the voices sung 
But then the world wants you through, and it's true, you're just one  
Of a million people listening that will end up not listening, 
Your years start passing by and it's all white Christmases 
Your kids start asking why? They try to understand the differences 
With music that they listen to and life that they're living in 
Well in the end they're given wins before they even know it
There's no doubt they'll end up given in and let go of the flows it's
Just a process that seems written in the systems which we grown in   
And it ends up paying dividends to those that its upholding 
Shit, F*ck that
I grew up on Get Buck and I grew up on Get Back 
Rap passed the truth on, and you ain't never touch that 
The truth that your white life ain't ever had to get at 
So f*ck your money, f*ck your distance, f*ck your business, f*ck your Christmas 
F*ck all of your shit, f*ck your power your traditions 
And while you're at it, go on and f*ck me too 
For ever feeling like growing up meant that I had to be you 

And I'll hold those memories 
Take what I've learned, use that energy 
Let my fire burn, let it burn it's been embering 
It's been my turn, no surrendering 

If motherfuckers are blocking the up and comers we've got to be 
Ducking under what's stopping the fucking hunger won't possibly 
Accept your tired apologies, you're a liar quite probably
Your shits tired so sloppy see I require more quality  
When entire life odysseys pass right by your hypocrisy 
And you don't even hear the sound of our voices we've got to be 
Bringing tireless ferocity, dire verbosity
 Inspired animosity that's the freestylers philosophy 
And i'll put fire on top of the prior bars the pathology 
Is a sickness it's vicious no beat and no damn regard for these 
Other rappers ain't hard to see that ya boy is a prodigy
Got that quickness pay witness you'll feel it all in your body see
I show up with that quantity I show out with it audibly 
And I throw down with velocity so I can say this shit honestly 
This is new this ferocity, true animosity
Tell me who gone stop me? That's The Freestyler's Philosophy

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