Hip Hop Hooray (Remix)

Also available at https://hakeemok.bandcamp.com/
Hakeemok - Born Hater Freestyle
Mixed by WyaneHausley

Lyrics:

19 but I roll with them 20's
Got kids all around, so define me what's crazy
Hold up
Its the Stoned Chill Kid,
Got bars on bars, no cylinder coz i'm semi
Auto, shoot tracks, straight up on your waist
My flow on board, we get loud up in this waves
No hangloose, straight void decks up into space
Jumping your rhymes, black eye for your sake
All puns, throwing for the sake of the track
With my cone on my right, and my bros got my back
Microphone on the front, got bars on my left
Jack beats, covering the shit that I lack
Thats metaphors, similes, punches, multies
Ask around who dat kid who could sew
Well thats Fatbwoi, me, den you should know,
Better than you moms, homeboy, den I might be
Lowkey, highkey, bwoii I go hyphy
Parody, a felony, murder still carry on 
Acting like a lyricist, metal bars I raise it all 
Versatile, you know that I'mma lay it all
Beasting, like the dragons on eragon 
Power ranger, Imma call out mastodon
And Im a don when it comes to shit and all
StonedChillKids dot com, its the catalog

Born Hater Freestyle

Walk around the scene, everybody saying "Cam Bro" 
 Throw your hands high, walk it out like some honcho 
 Peace signs up, put a smile and a fine look 
 Hancai, bottles up for the whole crew 
 He scared to look, halfway crooks 
 They took, the whole scene and played it on they own 
 Type rhymes on their phone, Acting a fool, 
 Beats after beats not knowing what to do 
 Dumb kids, cool kids, got schooled by the chill kids 
 Who you know better, too cool for the dope sweater 
 Its a new era, everybody stay local 
 We them new fellas, we got bars, lethal 
 No Boston, we run it, then we drop missiles 
 We boss in, we stunt it, and our pot triple 
 Everyday full, never gonna feel the hunger 
 Back to back, stay tight, coz we got another 
 One on the Roll, put it in the oven, 
 Den pop your flow, 13, skipping numbers 
 Then we rock the show, spark the mic then it blow 
 Word to the kids, still gina pah beh toh 

 So I put up my VD, blow up the thick smoke 
 Eh Cam, now you know whatchu in for 
 Put up my VD, blow up the thick smoke, 
 Eh Cam, got one for the kids, boh

Ayo Freestyle

As I grab the mic, not talking bout 16s 
 Wrap rappers rapping bout sick schemes 
 Thirteen, but an army of 6 fiends 
 6 feet under, call it deep dreams 
 I am a negus of my own world, no throne 
 In my own fairytale, and I'll grow old 
 Old enough to see whos my chokehole 
 Better end your beef before it turns cold 
 Body after body getting hit by the spells 
 Everytime I throw a verse, all the rappers start to feel 
 That I'm dissing them, killing them, 
 Dish on a podium, similarities to a snitch on the go and um 
 Schooled by the kids from void deck U and 
 Embark on the journey from the fatbwoi and uh 
 Run this shit, before you step forth and uhh 
 Before you get pushed away and be a foreigner 
 Ready on the left, and I'm ready on the right 
 Do or die, we attack or retreat 
 Coz when I drop bars, I'll drop bombs on your fleet 
 Put nikes on my feet, and make this cypher complete

Can I Get Open Freestyle

I said it must be, that its that boy, fatbwoi 
 Batik shirt, still fresh and worn 
 Hold up my bars, see what I rap for 
 Got my 13 fiends, full effect deployed 
 Rappers talk shit till they get lockjaw 
 Everybody's gangster, when they got bars 
 All about the trash talk, shit don't stop 
 Everybody play the tough guy till shit pop off 

 Fatbwoi, consider me a renegade 
 Tonnes on my sleeves, y'all can see me as a heavyweight 
 For heaven's sake, its all good when I start to say 
 Rappers are emotional, angry state is critical 
 Mad about the typicals, they are always angry 
 Bars so high, flying on alary 
 Talk about ghettos, representing all the alleys 
 Mark 1 on your chest, put 3 on your famley 
 Mind me, I swear to god that the number's born 
 Spit them lyric from a barrel, like a firearm 
 Battle scars, magic form, bars kill, battle on 
 Raw discrimination like you straight out from Babylon 
 Hustle like a ninja, I don't run around with covers 
 Singa fatbwoi, bring the meal bring the ruckus 
 I was raised up sweaty, mixed the fuel and the fire 
 Force 'dope' rappers to pack up and retire, right?

Goldie Freestyle

F A T B W O I 
 F A T B W O I 
 F A T B W O I 
 Here I am, and here's I 

 A jump off, when I step on the Mic 
 I'm about tah, push you to the light 
 With a, good blow, of verse I prescribe 
 And we all nice like Malay food delights 
 Here I am, come straight for the W 
 I see 2, kill streak on the double u 
 You take the L, and L I mean another lose 
 Make you whole singles pass off as an interlude 
 In another view, I am who I mimic too 
 B I G, Game, and tons from the new school 
 Rap game, lack names for me to ridicule 
 Many different rappers jump for the albums too 
 I shake it up, everytime you finna sleep on me 
 Blood rush, everytime you got a leak of me 
 My bars cluck, now you duck, make the real phony 
 Choke thru the smoke of you real homies 
 Real funny, I see thru your second face 
 I cut the chase, scroll thru the second place 
 I got the lace, the plug with the flexing pace 
 12 kids, and I'm mixed with the captain's phase 
 You bout it? Keep it on the low 
 Thats word to billy, hais life on the go 
 What's good, homeboy, tiga blas, on the charts too 
 I check mates, moving pawns on the ground foo

F.A.T.B.W.O.I.

1st things first, its the Fatbwoi
Gotta cuff up the 808 like its trap, boy
Gotta recognize, whoever with the juice
Make a scene in every track, when Im enter the booth
Its go hard, or we lauhong
Light up the place when we got on
This def jam? Den I'm D Mob
Got a dope team with my chin up
80 over 20s, I be getting bozo
Mambas like kobe, black shadow echo
All out on my Tommy Hil
Figures, with my 32s
Rampage when I cop a deal
Im Copperfield, and I come in 2s
Hold up, no time to snooze
Hunned, no time to lose
Run around like a broncho
Its fatbwoi, no bozo


Ball without a million I be getting bozo
I be getting bozo I be getting bozo
80 over 20s, I be getting bozo
I be getting bozo I be getting bozo
Ball without a million I be getting bozo
I be getting bozo yall be getting bozo
80 over 20s, I be getting bozo
I be getting bozo yall be getting bozo


Make D MCs run, thru the soul of dilla,
Js on your feet, everybody looks familiar
Dont you talk about uniqueness, if you sound familiar
Like the other guy on the mic, who just copped a killer
Big ups to them old cats big ups to them new skol
All them rocking pyrex, all them wearing fubus..
Its all good when we come thru
Peace signs, with that 1 2
My tracks flow like fondu
I'll come up, like porn do
Up another level,
Climbing up with them tigablas
Name still hakeemok,
No questions like who am i
Boom bap or that trap shit
Shoot them, boy, you decide
I cross them on my field trip, got pins up, crucified

Hakeemok

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