Freestyler's (Extended Cut)

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, Fuck 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 fuck your money, fuck your distance, fuck your business, fuck your Christmas Fuck all of your shit, fuck your power your traditions And while you're at it, go on and fuck 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