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letra de freestyle - jack elliott

[jack elliott – part 1]

gotta think quick, if you wanna spit bars
gotta beam bright, like a shooting star
gotta aim high, gotta raise that bar
me, im faster than a f1 car
but your full of sh-t, like a chocolate bar
i’ll smoke you like a cuban cigar
come against me and you’re gonna get par’d
let me explain why you won’t go far
its ‘cos you got the wrong mentality
face facts you eat too much calories
your fat like a bossman salary
true that! im like an art gallery
i got so much talent on show
you think your high caliber? no
you got nothin pal, and you know
any man here could better your flow
not mine, im bright, my lyrics they shine
bars that will send you out of your mind
i’m the king, like muhammed ali in his prime
can’t see that? then you must be blind
man wanna test me thinking they’re hot
slap man, then put him in a headlock
down you in one like a vodka shot
you’re not on my level, i’m right at the top

[jack elliott – part 2]

but, n0body knows who i am
when i walk down the street with a joint in my hand
that’s cos i’m keepin it sham
i got briggs in my pocket, weed in my pants
but i ain’t no waste-man
i got sixth form, work, and driving planned
plus i’m going uni man
but your biting my flow thinking your a fan
when really you just wanna spit like me
make a label, make bars, then make p
notice i’m doing this for free
then you realize that its nothing to me
you could sit at home writing bars all day
then run to my room with a track to play
but its propper old-school like marvin g-ye
can’t really hear what you’re trying to say
when i tell you, you kick off, like “what?
took me all day man this tune is hot”
then im like “blud how is that my fault?”
i make bars quick-time, like usain bolt
one day i might even make my own t
like boy better know, cos i wanna make p
so serious, like jme
not skeps, no man needs to rescue me
this ain’t a rap, it’s not a freestyle
i spit a pre-written like they do in 8 mile
you’re not eminem, you’re not on tv
think you can spit but your not an mc
your bars are so old, your breaths gone stale
don’t underestimate me cos im pale
‘cos its not about race, this game is an art
my brains dressed up in a suit, its smart!
(you) know who i am
(i’m) a-c-k
yeah, my names jack, ‘cos i’ve always got a ‘j’
make money stack, ‘cos i love gettin paid
got your girl on her back, ‘cos she love gettin laid
not my fault i’m afraid, she’s attracted to me
i’m the white boy spittin bars like a g
this sh-ts hard but im doing it for free
same rate that your girl charges for a ‘b’
always got a ‘j’ so you know i’m getting head
hotbox your girl, and then f-ck her in your bed
now your gettin angry, your face is goin red
but its ok though, means you heard what i said
that must mean that your listening to me
‘cos my flow is sick like joe is after 3
‘cos he can’t hack it like me and tommy b

[jack elliott – interlude]

big smokers!
dn9
j-a-c
okay, here we go!

[jack elliott – part 3]

you thought that was the end but i got a new flow
everybody knows who we are, where we go
and we’re spending our money to get high smoking dope
shady as the night, smoking weed, getting high
f-ck a b-tch its alright, ‘cos a b-tch ain’t for life
got no need for a wifey, ‘cos all the boys are tight, g!
sham as f-ck we might be, but in the end its right see
now i’m on the rise, like sun in morning skies
got a new goal in my eyes, and im focused on the prize, yeah?
so if you want to test me, or get sh-t off your chest b
just holla on some next beat, know that i’m the b-e-s-t!

- jack elliott

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