Del - Crack Alley Freestyle lyrics

(Jekyll) VERSE 1 Yo, yo, yo it's Jekyll and Hyde, the best dead or alive And I'm live from the side where this terror resides The better designed, rhyme specialist, I'm – So high off of life I can step in the sky An intelligent mind that can sever your spine Got a fetish for the devil and these letters and rhymes Sentences lines so far ahead of my time I could spit bars harder than Big L in his prime It's hard not to boss with such arsenal thoughts Ignite on the mic and the market is torched Burn in the booth like salons at the shore Never-ending lines like a bar in New York I started my course in the dark on a porch I won't stop spitting till my car is a Porsche The hardest of course, I'm an artist with force I'm so dope Armstrong wouldn't talk. What (Mr. E) VERSE 2 Let's take it back to the basics School yard rap with a flask and a jay lit Knew that I was destined to cake it like Bill Gates' kids Going apesh** Blake Griff when its lakes clips Hit with the 1, 2 punch if I want to sh** is better than ever causing terror like Pun's crew Half y'all track stars run when the gun shoot It don't matter what u saying, bolt (Usain Bolt) when I come thru You'll never wanna flow again like a shark bit u A heart full of scar tissue where my bars hit u Numbing the pain the hard liquor and barbitur-ates Life's a story and mine doesn't start with u No friends just menaces on the block I don't f** with characters who ain't relevant to the plot I'm headed to the top I ain't never gonna stop Unless Pac comes back at 7:07 on the dot (D-EL) VERSE 3 It's essential that I'm burning jays when I grab a pencil I murder instrumentals like a burner to your temple My credentials looking special, going hard never gentle Blast you with the shotty cops using your body as a stencil Mad potential sh** is mental and my bars are influencial All these funny dummies hating cuz my money's exponential Confidential, on top of the game, presidential Have your body and the cash and the stash in my rental I'm impatient I be facing 2 blunts my mind's erasing Relatin' to Satan cuz you know my flow's god-forsaken Got a 9 in my waist and a dime that I'm facing Homicides on my mind and its highs that I'm chasing Relating to those who made it, flow is so underrated Penetrated with bullets bodies being left vegetative Devastated families, murder rates accelerating A moment of silence to all the homies who never made it