Heavyweights - Freestyle Fellowship

Ladies and gentlemen, title match up here

Over here now in the little dibby-dibby corner

Is the lightweight, Bantonweight, can’t test us

And in de big corner is heavyweights

Step through kay great

And my name is Cockney «O» Dire and I first come through fire

But first, listen!

I hear the sound of the beat in the background, I hear the sound of the big fat

beat

I hear the sound of the heavyweight beatdown, I hear the sound of the EQ beat

Give me an «F» (F!), give me and «R» (R!)

Give me a double «E», «S-T-Y-L-E» (E!)

Give me an «F» (F!), give me and «E» (E!)

Give me a double «L», «O-W-S-H-I-P» (P!)

Mickey Mouse motherfucker!

Bringin' me under, sendin' me under This is a freestyle

Moving while I’m under bring your mother down

To the solo bliss so watch my lips motherfucker!

Certain MC’s get them flow from the radio

You know some poets get their flow from the biblio

Take a look at audio big body on de grace and can’t find

Them kinda rhymers in de parka make ya dizzy

You may think you other MCs sound the same on the crazy

You see the question answer, Cockney «O» Dire

Like a water to a melon and a melon to a vine

I’m not Shabba but I got the remedy for your mind

Description of the prescription for the fools that won’t quit

Constipated scare and stop the bullshit

Yo I’m done but wait

Here comes the next heavyweighter

28 beats, 12 bars, 320 milliseconds

For the wreck that I just suggested and left you questioned

How many sessions must I be blessing

The herbal essence is the best when your shit is kept in

With beautiful lessons I’m stressing the rest

The rest was long my alarm clock took care of the rest

I woke up to choke I broke the scope

To know the quotes of heavyweights and heavy coats

With leads of dope 777 days away

I’m amazed to say, nobody pays to play

I got a fever and you called us paramedics

All of them tryna find out where your head is, heavyweights!

Break it up, break it up boys, ok now listen up good

I want nobody hitting below the belt

I don’t want no biting anybody’s rhymes

I want you to keep it clean

Now go back in there and mix it up

And come out stylin'!

I’m an MC and I’m in when when the rhythm’s given

I’m Choppin-it-up, choppin-it-up again

It’s never just me and my sin, represents the nemesis

Choppin-it-up, choppin-it-up again

I’m stylin' till they say, when I when I violent type sway, hey

Backpain, there’s gotta be a better way out than the lottery

The odds of me hittin' a one in a million

No need to be keepin' myself in an unhealthy fantasy world

I’m choppin-it-up with stylin', choppin-it-up with stylin'

Choppin-it-up with style again

With the gold or global war to swordfight bite

attack swinging the battle axe

Raised in the hood but so what

All about the props you got to get so get ‘em up

Bold motherfucker straight from LA, jack

Ain’t pushin' no daisies, niggas gotta hacked

Nightly, daily, even on holidays

With my men claims bodies nowadays

Quicker than the white man did, look what you did

Twisted my style you ain’t got much time to live

Tired of if you got my back

Matter of fact it might be you come off the jack

Timber, timber all of them must rhyme

Catch me as I clean, watch me as I climb

Is this really making sense to me, Myka Nyne

Seems to be, heads be, wait

Wait a minute, you shouldn’t touch me yet

I jump by the radio metro proof, I might go

Ooh, ooh uh-huh yea I can do that too, brute!

Send you with strength, rebels Tasmanian

Jasmanian micrified mic will freeze microphone appreciate, shazam

Every sucker dj’s start urinating in their dun-da-duns (underwear)

So wicked and the waiting the drum to come

How ill so chill, also go home, boy

Maybe sock you in your grill!

Alright, break it up, break it up boys and come in here

I wanna explain the rules to you

I want none of this, none of-, none of this-

None of this, none of-, and none of that!

(Yo couch, but I don’t know what to do)

Snap out of that boy, snap out of it

Those heavyweights will knock you to tomorrow, Rock!

I’m a mastermind of a disaster sign

Coming near racheteer interfere bastard’s swine, it’ll appear

Rhyme travel is a mothefucker whooka-whucker

Teardrops falling on my

Got a headache, got a glitch

Glitch, glitch, glitch in my neck

Shake rattle n roll, down below, wanna know

Are you single

To mingle, bilingual

Believe in the emerald ring-o tingle, jingle slogan’s

Summoned by the King-o queen o bingo Hogan’s Heroes

Zoro swinging from the trees mysteries tomorrow

Well he’s a jolly good skeezer

Scalliwag skank gank thank you, I’d like to drink you, drank you Aren’t you the

person who I think you are

I thought I shank’d them all.

(Stall, stall)

Style messiah hot like a volcano with fire

Iodine uttering idioms syllables synonym words

Criminals die for the sake of

Rhetoric leeches biting

How many suckers left, give of death

So wax that ass, it’s Russian rouletting

Me my double-F Freestyle Fellowship heavyweights

Looking for watch your snakes

The studious idiots

all dark in the skies with your

Look in my eyes till you vibe

goodbye

Excuse me pal, is that your style?

Pick it up and put it in your pocket now

Put it down, I’ll take it to the lost and found, look

Your peeing on yourself seeing me style in the mirror

Cause I’m you, you dont get it do you?

Can I take a deep breath

Maybe I should rap like this

Exhale one time

Breathing functions fine say G is it me or did you pee

Oooweee!

Out of my mind design

Define my E-Y-E

Chronic!

Now lay me down to sleep, I pray to the Lord my soul to keep

And if I should die before I wake, I pray to the Lord my soul to take

My mind and my heart, my soul and my body parts

Take my whole anatomy, can it be real

A sequel, one individual lyrical prose

Stalkin' and walkin' the ghetto

Smokin' the funk in the afro, hangin' the wack foes

Kickin' the black bros down

to maintain the grip

With the name and the fame to obtain the clips

Physically fit, what’s the orthodox

Rush the xerox, paradox to stop the wicked conspiracy

With a 9 mm, a Glock and a MAC-10

Watch for my partner John (Yo Doctor Bombay!)

parmesan, my legacy lives on!

My legacy lives on!

Cause we all heavyweights