Hammer Dance Freestyle
Hammer Dance Freestyle Lyrics
[Verse 1]
See, I take a nigga beat and I make it mine
I take a nigga bitch and I make her mine
October sixth, 1989
Was the day I made my way out my mom's vagine
See, my earth had a son -- I was made to shine
Certified in a thoroughbred state of mind
From a city where we got the highest rate of crime
In a country full of devils trying to stay divine
I want a crib like Sosa, a mami and her ass loca
No grass on the chocha, flow coca-
Ina; remain raw like Bus in his prime
I flip modes when I'm busting a rhyme
And your squad not fucking with mine
I light a black, take a puff and recline
Sipping yak with a couple of dimes
In the trap where the hustlers grind
Yo, this block belong to cousins of mines
I never been a dickrider or a switch-sider
I'm a thoroughbred for life, about to build a empire
Kinda sorta flow like water
Form a army to rebel against the New World Order
Stop the black man slaughter, fuck a Klansman's daughter
All to be achieved through the rhymes I recorded
Eighty-five percent of y'all is blind to the facts
That's the reason y'all don't get a lot of rhymes in my raps
It's like that, y'all
See, I take a nigga beat and I make it mine
I take a nigga bitch and I make her mine
October sixth, 1989
Was the day I made my way out my mom's vagine
See, my earth had a son -- I was made to shine
Certified in a thoroughbred state of mind
From a city where we got the highest rate of crime
In a country full of devils trying to stay divine
I want a crib like Sosa, a mami and her ass loca
No grass on the chocha, flow coca-
Ina; remain raw like Bus in his prime
I flip modes when I'm busting a rhyme
And your squad not fucking with mine
I light a black, take a puff and recline
Sipping yak with a couple of dimes
In the trap where the hustlers grind
Yo, this block belong to cousins of mines
I never been a dickrider or a switch-sider
I'm a thoroughbred for life, about to build a empire
Kinda sorta flow like water
Form a army to rebel against the New World Order
Stop the black man slaughter, fuck a Klansman's daughter
All to be achieved through the rhymes I recorded
Eighty-five percent of y'all is blind to the facts
That's the reason y'all don't get a lot of rhymes in my raps
It's like that, y'all
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Apollo takes us back to the Golden Age with 5%‘er lingo
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