Dezmond - Shook Ones Freestyle (Dezmond Remix) lyrics

Pre-Verse: Alright Alright Alright Now what they call me? I said it one more time for y'all ears What they call me? Alright, listen Look I said I'm Verse: Black America's idol Don't be misunderstood They stay holding my balls I guess they just Carry Under Wood The team is famous You brainless to think we never could Blessed in all designer sh** Even my Jay's Hollywood Man that's my brother Discover divine thinking We been elevated Not off the liquor that y'all drinking While you cheering from the stands We swinging all nine innings We melting infernos Defying our minds thinking It's been devastating Before this Money Life was hella basic Now what y'all would call a large garage Is a smaller basement My summer knights Unsheathing swords Knockin pen to pavement Royalty made 1999 I'll let your mind place it And I ain't talkin like my father C Breezy Even if my bars and moves are nice And make it seem easy Or even if my singing voice Got women all dreamy Eyed Like Oh my God I pray that Dezzy D see me They mans is out there Wildin Steady tryna be me My money's all clean While you make it hella greasy Why? Man what these n***as so sour for? You tryna be like me? Your bars weak Mine are powerful Connecting with your girl I got her stretching like a power cord Way before I'm in it Shorty wetter than the shower floor Eat her groceries Clean up out on isle 4 You know my word is law So why this even go to trial for? From 19 That 96 what I represent Trust My bars are vintage Rap game SEGA genesis Blow me like You tryna fix the game But you splitting it And trust I never start the beef with n***as I just finish it Shhh Close your eyes When you listening I got em ga**ed up While they been coolin at the dealership Tell me I'm garbage Really speaking like I give a sh** This verse here The scene of the crime Listeners witnesses Now My age group I got the crown Never wear mine Seasons change up Fall back Lebron Hairline Career's crashing Southwest Not the air line Cuz that implies y'all got up off the ground That's a damn lie Y'all barely got What half a second Called it air time My brothers bars Will blow em up Just higher than a land mine Whack rappers making "vibe music" Cuz they can't rhyme Keep it old school Like a rolodex or landlines The mans trying Just moving about in silence Sad that rappers die young Overshadowed by sirens AG Lor Scoota Swipey Victims of the violence That so many just ignore Until they kids are dying But What can I say In every bars a hidden message Both could go either direction Cross once That's an intersection You pa** the rock to someone else Man that's an interception But then they doubt me Hate and every time I move they question Useful as some used condoms Or Youtube comment sections I pray this drop It stack views And gain a lot attention I Got em praising Blue checks in my Twitter mentions I've good intentions I'm something that y'all ain't never seen Eyes of God is coming I promise its worth it Wait and see XXL bars I'll teach the cla** of 2017 Complained about these artists Claiming they pretend to be Real They gain appeal And work the fame Rap secondly Got the audacity To try and clap back Here's a rap hack Tryna fix your image Fix it lyrically Y'all focus on Staying street That's my inner g Then they try to cover whack lines With they energy The Rap God's Mad as f** That's why they sending me Delete the age of meaningless rappers Who were never meant to be And see I'm upper echelon Never get to me You rock designer With two eyes You lack the vision see Cuz while I'm speaking with my chest Like the best Y'all will cower in a corner Pa** notes Chatting whispering I'll kick a free In place of bars I'd barely written in Play this in the whip Side effects include blistering Melting of the speakers Headphones Where you listening Look a shooting star While I fire off a pistol clip This off top Like a graduation cap Throw it up and shmoney dance Like I want my homie back And if you don't think we do it f** it bring it back Said if you don't think we do it I said We bring it back Saying Got everybody in the 313 To put they motherf**in hands up And follow me At B-y D-E-Z-M-O-N-D Now keep your motherf**in hands up Look Listen Mobb Deep The infamous lyrical mystery White Amerika's Nightmare Lowkey living in infamy This Hell on Earth My feet are burning Flames are singeing me They got me shackled Blood Money It's tryna get to me My bars are made to k** Murder Muzik Y'all ain't sh** to me Lines are color blind Black and White Cocaine And Word to Cobaine I'm like Houdini I'm a mystery Y'all get the point? I can go on and on It's like my verse'll knock you out Just like some chloroform And word is bond So know your place And When you heard this song And trust I stay consistent With this rap attack I'm just a Young brother rapping Has to Rap And Imma prove that I can back my facts And stay flexing each and every track Like number 8 Kobe Bryant With the prime time Shaq And Imma win it like its back to back to back And stop rapping Got it D