7 Minute Freestyle by Jay-z
Yo, I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches
Puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet,
known to get a priest wet
I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for yokin' jacks and beatin' them with smokin' gats
Leavin' token blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullshit, step to the rear son
The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
Cause in a street brawl,
I strike men like lightnin'
You seen what happened in my last fight friend? aight then
I beat kids with lead pipes,
I leave a trail of dead mic's
Where I'm from, niggas jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts
For sellin' pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat
I'm tellin' you shit is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
and break a mothafucker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hotty stare
I keep a shotty near
, it's that nigga with
notty hair
Gotti
Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost
Props I own the most, I'm leavin' niggas comatose
Front and get your brain pinched
Big L will have your whole gang lynched
I started smokin' dust and been insane since
This rap shit was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed and got a hot lead face lift
All through high school I had braids, I kept mad blades
Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak,
cause my techniques great
I'm the nigga police hate in each state
neighborhood lamper,
Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a whyle town
, you know my style clown, so bow down
Brothers can beg and borrow
Still feel sorrow
When Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in that ass
Better luck tomorrow
I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush
You need slow down, or get your ass tore down
I'm too cocky
To stop me, you gotta kill me
And when I'm gone, you can still feel me
On the real, B
The shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens well
Even if they won't let me in Heaven
I raise hell, till it's Heaven
Recognize, the black cat with the nine lives
Get up off me, nigga, its bad luck to cross me
I'm poppin Crystal, shooting game like missiles
all ho's affected by this style
I mack like Goldie,
go back like the oldies
But the goody, pullin R&B bitches wearin hoodies
They don't be knowin the way I be flowin
When I be goin, I be running the track like Jesse Owens
I disrupt the natural scheme
The way that you do things wit a swing
And have em rockin like
You say never you run, if ever you come
It's never you run so fast in your
Life to never have won
Come on and ride the rhythm
I be producing like jizm
Just like the gods I start with
Knowledge and follow with wisdom
For greater understanding
I'm landing blows and
Knocking sense into those that oppose me, ha
Enticin when slicing through tracks
Your screaming, "Jesus Christ," he's back
And God knows he can rap
Me and L put rhythm on the map
So give him his dap
And me, I just take mine
Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck that
You never see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less
Even my thoughts is federal
Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption
So you know, beatin me will never come
Like a nun or tomorrow,
I'm too thorough, nigga
I make moves, cause bowels to move
When I'm creeping through your hood
With a thousand little dudes
Armed with a piece like Islam
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