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Extended Version of "Free" off of "The Working Poor"

Free (Extended Version)

Not So Pretty

Just a fun project I did on GarageBand because I was bored. Everything is done with my voice, if you can’t tell. Bad quality. Enjoy. 

Lyrics

“@uall”

Steady with the trigger...
Go figure. 
More into Wu-Tang, but a real Gravedigga
Solid as they come. Hum-drum kind of bum. 
But ’kinda’ go just as easy as they come. 
Steady aim. 
Heady game. 
Heavy gain. 
Kill the levy for the rain. 
Made your bed out of lead-filled friends. 
Hope the means meet the ends. 
Lines of chalk on the sidewalk. 
Now they’ll listen when I talk. 
Saw it coming from my walk. 
And the battles that I fought. 
Sadness, madness and mayhem. 
They say pray to god, I say10. 
Truth is, I don’t hate them. 
Hope someone exonerates them.

@uall

Made on an iPhone so give me a break.

Pû$$33 

Lyrics


Hold up fuck it. I never left. 
Really though, I never made it, I guess. 
Shot for the moon and I still haven't landed. 
Fall on my ass.. then I tell ‘em I planned it. 
Had to come back to rip it. 
I come with the flavor, their labor's insipid. 
The wolf is now howling. They’re wondering how. 
If they're having a cow, then I'm coming to tip it. 
      Call me Ross when I pivot. 
I spit this insidious hideous shit so the city can listen and learn how to kick it. 
 I sit at the throne. If you want it come get it 
Bitch
All I'm seeing is faggots. 
They're mad that I'm still saying that but I've had it. 
What happened to havin a bone in your back?
You replaced it with taking a bone in the back. 

Suckin dick on a track. 
Who the fuck are you mumblin at?
Tell me I don't have to take you out back
And put sack in your mouth till it come out the crack. 

Fuck

Look what you got me looking like
no talent left so you took a right
Shit that I spit got you shook at night
Want beef? homie I got the butcher knife

So who am I coming to slay?
They're coming in butts but I'm coming to play
Then I summon the sun and uncover the one with the coveted lungs made of iron and clay
Who want it with a real veteran?
Y'all are repetitive
No trophy for showing up
Generation irrelevant
non-competitive

Talk tough on tracks but can't back it up
Walk up on they ass and rack it up
You subscribed to this magazine 
Lucky for you it ain't the kind you read


You look a lot like a - I don't even wanna say
You talk a lot like a - I don't even wanna say
You rap a lot like a - fuck it man I gotta say
A
Pussy x8

Now I don't like to get aggressive
But everything  is unimpressive
Buncha flip flop wearing hip hop sound like shit pop 
 maybe I'm possessive
Low self esteem little teen idols
Poppin pills. Poppin gats. Poppin bottles 
Til they of OD on the bathroom floor 
Dead body Poppin tiles. 
Never sick with it
Only dim witted
Look at him getting them shittin in them dick getting little bitch fitted demin 
Go and get em
Shit on em like a hot bucket
Spit hot shit bitch ya gotta love it
If we wanna get back to the way that it was then we gotta act like we above it
If you spit it pretty you better duck
If I can't run the city I run amok
My dick could be hard
Pants on the ground
And Believe me I still wouldn't give a fuck

And Believe me im keeping it real
And Believe me I keep it concealed
And if you wanna try it
Get ready to riot
No lyin’ your cap will get peeled

I’m In takin rap by the throat
Dragging it back before it was a joke
Practicing back to when you had to act like you actually might have to back what you spoke

How much crack did you smoke?
I'd like to ask your mom that. 
You should get ready for Combat
I scrap like a pissed off wombat 

Chorus

Bukowski