I was bored so I freestyled on Pound Cake and Oldie. 

LYRICS (cus I got a heavy accent)
bars raised I add great sub hatred
the fat one, the bastard, demands greatness
the last words of the chapter said he made it
cards were given, I played it, bars were written, I laid it

I made it international 
now I got lady liberty acting up irrational 
I can writing code flexing on business casual
life's good chilling on 7th day of the calendar   

but I am already an animal might as well be a cannibal
lyrics go stack these chip, all that's written is flammable 
catapulting my caliber, cause a catastrophe
i am only here for my capitol, you can call it a seige 

no i aint taking percs and going red, not bashful
probably making music for emo bitches from art school 
hardly dozen listens, but im EGO Powered, like the yard tool 
molly make you murder, my molly probably my juul 

how many flows do i gotta show ya,
rhymes from outer space, like stitch bitch aloha,
shooting all my shots, press x on my controller
she said we just fucked, bitch i don't even know ya

this is the time i switch the flow up 
i am brown so i should blow up 
i made a cracker bitch choke on this dick and fucking throw up
 
that's a inter racial facial,
head of cock asian operations,
the new colonization, 
and i call her reparations,
she swallowed a few generations
she fucks with all the races
we ran a train United nations

secondary searches on the airport
the air force still bombing kids we don't care for
so, therefore, a billionaire made a kid into a damn whore
and next door was your presidents with all their passports
 
so welcome to America the land of the free
where thugs run the house and drugs run the streets
and they don't really like black so they calling the police
they can't hand you from the tree so they'll make sure you deceased

put me in some bars if rhymes could fucking murder
aiming for some cars and just like you never hear of
American dream economics, 
Indian kid with promises
benjamins and some prominence
taking over, reconnaissance

Freestyle On Old Poundcake

RIP Villain
How would you know 					 
the wicked grows from is inner sole   
burning holes from that cigarette smoke		 
Now he knows what he knows Them scary thoughts					 burry those, runny nose, but plenty dope		 
Plenty hope, getting panty hoes, from twenty hoes 	 
Empty shots, from those friendly foes, deadly woes	 
The only truth is what the medley knows		
belly growls, steady growth , no empty shows		 
Instrumental sentimental, I’m a Sentinel, 		 
sent to tell, farewell, I meant to dwell 			 
my mental health, Fidel, clandestine cells		 
he sells, propels, dressed in stealth			 
dry wishing wells, wishing for prime time,		 
rhymes tight, floodlight, fight or flight			 
write or die, night lights never showed his inner bright	 
times right,  dime bag full of rhyme styles, with a bright smile		 Mad villany, tyranny, killing spree, 			 
got artillery, living dreams, twenty three			 
this delivery, more capabilities				 
These little titties abilities riddle me

Mad Villain

Superman inspired slow song cus this corona quarantine is killing me

Freestyle On Old Poundcake

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