Awake (Dizzy Wright Contest Entry)

Freestyle over XXXTentacion's "Look At Me"
Lyrics:

I been all up in the studio grinding like Rudy I’m about jump in some action
I ain’t been cuffing a cutie ain’t got a big booty hoe I’m bout to bust on a napkin
What a catastrophe, I’m an accident, I been up and above all the wack shit
But found my hands gotta get dirty if I’m gonna live like I fucking imagined
Look around here and you’ll see people moving the day to day thinking bout nobody else
Hope I’ll be sowing some wealth 
Cause I know folks who can’t afford to pay a grocery bill
Dust on the shelf, bills at the throat making minimum wage with a family of 4
End of the day it’s just panic in store
Government killing kids, fuck y’all need Anakin for
Order 66, storing like 50 split ambiens in the drawer
Snort em like pixie sticks
Born in the city I left then snuck back in
Like food I'm spilling on the cinema floor 
Cynical to the core, sinner for hire
Greener than the center Wimbledon court 
But been overboard with self confidence 
Head getting big like a Romulan but tryna build this rapport
Where the fans at? 
I need a black coffee and a xanax
Back off me where ya mans at
I’m bouta ask off weekends, demand that
I’m bouta pull the mask off, eat, from a can while ya swinging with your handbag
Telling me to stand back, feel me cause I’m anthrax to your granddad
Looking at you all full of envy like a tampax
Bouta get shook like a can of paint
When I was 16, didn't give a damn for grades 
That got me working on a counter like anime
Now I’m Kevin Garnett to a cancer patient
Ahhhh - you getting money then I can’t relate
Cause I’m running off spirit like Santa’s sleigh
You thinking I’ma call it quits any random day?
Well I ain’t giving up shit, call me Danny Ainge
Danny Ainge, Danny Ainge
Hear the flow and your face gonna granulate
You tryna role play, but to me this ain’t a game
This is rock, paper, scissors, hand grenades
I wanna get the game in a headlock, red rum
Barrel to the temple til the ransom paid
I was careless with a pencil in the class
I was rolling til I buried all my symptoms and I slammed the brakes

Danny Ainge (Look At Me! Remix)

Produced by 47TUNE: https://soundcloud.com/47tune

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Lyrics:
She said look me in the eyes and say I’m lying
I ain’t know what to say
You looked like a angel and I felt like a lion
But that was from so far away
Now I see you up close
You got the fangs that hang from your lips
I bite my own tongue, and it stains when it drips
I’ma be a slave to your hips way you’re blinking at me like your fucking lane’s bouta switch
Keep me cool under pressure, but I am not a diamond
You sound like a siren, you said I smell like a lycan
I been idolizing violence, all your vital signs are lifeless
When I say my vows I hear my final rights recited 
She taught me how to love a fucking demon with my whole heart
Sign her name in blood on my own arm 
I lay awake, feel her nails on my throat, playing Mozart
I'm a piano, with my keys made of bone shards 

I whispered beautiful nothings and she fed me my words 
Lost in the warmth of her heavenly curves 
Mama, told me to run away and never return 
BuI'm sorry, I bit the apple, I'm indebted, I serve 
I love her like a needle, and I need her
I'm fiending come gimme seizures, come drink until I’m anemic
She’s scheming, creeping on ceilings
I flee from leaves on the cement
I’m seemingly pleading for reasons to leave her g, but secretly need it
You make me feel like I’ve got a place
Fuck my wicked ways, now I’m on a dinner date and I’m the pasta plate
You been sucking my soul dry, and there’s a lot to take
But you convinced me I’m a soulless being made of water weight
So I’ma fucking ride out like it ain’t nowhere to go
Slow and composed, you showed me how to open the road
And close out my soul, so I don’t even think about the coulda-beens
I’ll gamble with my life and here I'm knocking on this wood again

Fool (Prod. by 47TUNE)

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Lyrics:
Walk up to the bank like
I gotta make a withdrawal
Hit me with it like Ray Rice
In a elevator, slide, play nice
Teller try to be polite, like you got ain’t a dime
We got hella paper, if you open up a credit line
I’m like whatever, later, see my face
I don’t waste time, I don’t wanna waistline
I just wanna ride the rhythm all in a bassline
Dreaming of a better place, keeping all the ladies on my Facetime
They can see me through the stage lights 
Had a couple great nights, had more rough times
My heart beats like a motherfucking drum line
I got it all over my skin, women think my blood type
Red rum, blood wine, drunk until the sun rise
I been confined to my studio, flowing like a gunfight
I’m unsigned and I wanna stay that way
Got one life, I don’t play that game
I’m gonna make that change, it’ll be all mine
I’ll be soaking up the sunshine, I don’t need a label or a ASAP name
I don’t crave that fame, I ain’t gunshy, you could pull a K back, bang
I’m still gon make that change, and run by dudes 
I’ma make a rapper lunch time
I’m Spongebob, serving up a patty, you a chum pie, fan base - one guy
I gotta make it like Bron on the line
Game 7, 8 seconds, got it all on my mind
Running through my life in my head steady thinking to myself 
I don’t sink this shit then it all was a lie
I’m self educated like Rey with the force
I’m paving a course from a cage to a forest
I’ma rage all night til the pain running short
Might have come from the bottom but I won’t stay on the floor
I’m never gonna quit, Bartolo Colon
I’ma work on my shit, y’all po’ up patron
Til yo’ luck is gone, there’s so much to know
And y’all spend all your time following hoes
I'm tryna be better, I just wanna motivate
I just want somebody to tell me I helped em grow today
I just want be that guy that always lights up a room
Walk in, the energy’ll spike to the moon
Like a balloon it’s late, but it’s time, gotta bloom
Like I’m a butterfly saying bye to cocoons
I can roll with the punches and flow
Only thing you can move on the mic is the boom

Was moving like I couldn’t feel my face but I’m so aware
Now I’m getting that attention like I threw a solar flare
Lost in the crossfire, but y’all tired
I got fresh legs to spare like I’m a spider
I’m gonna make a couple million ‘fore I retire
Some of y’all might be the plug but I’m differently wired

When I hit the bank they on’t know who I am
They all sitting a desk folding they hands
I tell em, I gotta make a deposit
I got 20 rolls of quarters so don’t you gimme no nonsense
Gotta bag full pennies and it jangle
I need bank notes, and a Veneno
One more to tango, and a waveboat
If we on the court then your ankles
She said I’m on my knees if you say so
But I don’t need that, you can lay low
I ain’t a saint, hoe, I’m a problem
I’m my psychologist’s entire caseload
Got one motherfucker on the payroll - me
Y’all sticking together like stapled sheets
I was gone for a minute but I’m back now
Y’all must have thought I was dead like Halo 3
I was just gearing up to come back strong
All beats are tracks I run laps on
Y'all beats are backdrops your gums flap on 
I got the presence, but you already been unwrapped, dog
She told me I'm a hurricane in the sheets 
I told her baby girl you the one that let your levees down 
I heard the word I'm slaying I'm the streets 
But I'm really tryna make it to the steady ground

Goosebumps Freestyle

Spelling bee champion turned rapper.  Fuck with me.

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