Chorus I don't wanna be a freak But I can't help myself. This is it; freestyle hip hop. I'm a freak soon as the beat drops. Grab the mike and start the
now Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin Doin twenty to life in San Quentin Gettin calls from my nigga Mike
E.D.I. and Young Noble of the Outlawz pac talking: "i wanted to bring back that reality, but nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson
stacking O's, dodging feds God forbid I do something on earth that'll scar my kids Lord knows my father did, starting fights in the bar with Mike You
pumping valve Man i wish we had 2Pacalypse now Like you, I wanna make the whole love me You let me now, only God can judge me I got tears in my eyes
, wheel up, to the one Judge Smails Come at me with rain, I'm coming back with hail My broad sword will cut through your chain mail Back up, Mike Well
(feat. Killer Mike) [Killer Mike:] I done been to hell and back and never goin back In other words I sell it soft now, never crack A judge'll give you
a sudden force Leave your boy layin in the same puddle of blood as yours When I flood his porch Smuugle a gun in court and shoot the judge Easily reduce
, who both drove a Z Already wanted, for Jayo Felonies And Missy Elliot, who also had a Case The judge will Punisher, for sprayin' illegal Mase A Misdemeanor, but the judge
but I just pluck them Break em and take em, then I leave em in the dust and The teacher has taught so now you've learned a lesson To never judge a mack
mike and the mike's come to you You your crew have to listen to what I say for twenty years upon the mike in every single way You try to judge 001 since
Holla at me Hell Rell, Dipset, Bird gang, what's good Wouldn't you like to be a gangsta too? Talk to me! [Hell Rell] Yea I'm still gettin out So what the judge
four In slow now hear I go As I Flow Crowd goes up and down like a yo-yo Hail the master the ruler over all Me to a mike like Shaq to a ball Tough like
u? Fuck y'all [Verse 3:] A crooked judge and a racist jury That's just every black man's story So we holding grudges Screaming fuck 'em And all of the Orange County judges
fast Five more seconds, the nine up your ass I'm wasting my time, cause it ain't no fight I'm a fuck you up when we touch the mike My rap's so strong,
niggas start to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us circlin' but they don't slow down take you to court think you seein' Judge Joe Brown they
cos we ain't been believin' Blowin' up smoke from the lungs to the ceiling Makin' sure nightmares turn up in your dreamin' We all good, bounce this way, on the mike
she fed me banana puddin, what's in the hood then Puffin on L's, drinkin pink champelle Ty rolled with a nigga, V.A. spot Tone, Mike 'Zo and them niggaz
