FF #1 (Clap On, Clap Off)

verse 1:
freestyle friday, but this aint a freestyle
took 5 minutes just to lay this beat out
and i'm on my feet now
never gon' lay down
black paisley is the motherfuckin' name now
barker get my name out
try to keep the lames back
tell em' how a lil' bit of truth can bring the game back
and i'm on my honest shit
my prez o'bama shit
take responsibility for things we promising
and i can't promise shit
but i won't compromise
not the type a dude try to keep the people polarized
less we talkin 'sun shades
cuz' i got my blue blocks
and i'm still inspired by the biggies and the tupacs
- i'll go hard my word to yall
cuz' we need some new shit to keep the Youth involved
howard zinn just past keep the truth involved
3 wars going on got the troops involved
2010 not lookin' any better than the rest yet
so broke people dying over rent checks
not me cuz' i need to keep inventive
bending over backwards ben bernaki with the sentence
he's got a tough job
we got tough times
you want eloquence?
i got tough rhymes
and i bust rhymes
like WOO HAH
i'm up in hampden sippin' brandy thru a blue straw
and I'm new yall, at least to you all
but I'm tryna to keep it moving like a u haul
i'm like too tall jones in fact
i'm one better send a letter get that nickname back
and we toke no joke send that bic flame back
bwoka woka with the flame the sesame street frat
--- all i'm tryna do is kill in 2010
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