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letra de get it started - justin freeman

see when i start something, i don’t quit it
the booth looks like a cyclone hit it when i go in it
my iphone didn’t prepare for the lines that i wrote in it
i’m the opposite of cryogenic, a pyro-menace
rap has changed and i don’t get it
y’all look stupid, that’s a style that i won’t mimic
y’all in the mirror yelling like: “give me five more minutes-
let me put on the zebra ryne stone fitted”
but you f-ggots if i was god, i would put some nitros in the
earths core, let it explode, you’d die slow with it
start life again, this time with the guide code printed across your chest
maybe then you won’t try those gimmicks
see my soul isn’t for sale that’s why i’m so livid
i’m in the booth with headphones on, with my eyes closed in it
you see justin’s ready to go, losing steady control
use a machete until what’s inside your belly will show
turn you to confetti and throw, i’m a monster, that’s the yeti in snow
fight if you ready for war, eating rappers like spaghetti and o’s
the score is 7 to 0
man, i’ll leave you underwater like coi
every bar i spit is mixed with a quarter pint roids
when i’m on the mic, i’m sort of like organised noise
and the songs you write are borderline noise, they just sort of nice
bet your daughters dyk- and your father like boys
turn this whole thing to an oscar delahoya fight boy
if you wanna go, let’s go then boy
you can come and get it, if i see your house and its unattended, i’m running in it
let’s get it started, the hardest artist, retarted smartest
go off regardless, i bought a coffin for all you talking
that stupid jargon, and garbage nonsense
d-mn, what you’re spitting is all soft
my overall mission is p-ssing you all off
hired an -ss-ssin, but the hit wasn’t called off
and he’s gripping a sawn-off, so he’s slitting your jaw off
good riddance your all talk, complex no etiquette
i’m the subject you the predicate
i’m ahead of this, with intelligent rhetoric
a devilish veteran, heaven sent
ever since i was young you’ve never been relevant
heart darker than melanin, eloquent etiquette
take the remaining and start selling it for the h-ll of it
dang, all you fellas are too delicate
my freestyles are better than anything that you’ve ever spit
fruit ninja, get your melon split
you get shredded with, a beretta
then they’ll find your head in connecticut
bailing kids, and i’m going to keep going off
and that’s whether it’s a bet cypher or a battle over 7 cents
if you put a mountain in front of me imma level it
so high i don’t know what the level is, no telling it
pick the pen up with my mind, telekinetic-it
hip hop was dope and y’all are trying to nutella it
never get to close, my palms are sweating
my arms are getting ready for armageddon
ill arm the weapons, y’all all forgetting who y’all are messing
with, verbal saddam gonna bomb your session
imma teach y’all all a lesson
see i’m spitting real raps and y’all doing talking tom impressions
better call to allah or to god for blessings
you frauds are getting features knocked off for stepping
see its all depressing, i ignore your poor writtens
its more and more listen
of course, you’ll forfeit and your corpse is gon’
sit in the morgue the morticians like lord
there’s four inches of sword that’s forced into a scar
i’m more vicious than thor and more wicked than war
so don’t attempt to get warned, i’m formed different, i’m torn
from a cloth with st-tches that’s more gifted than yours
i’m born resisting the norm, i don’t exist to conform
to your vision, i’m scorn so come and witness the storm
their heads lifting good lord, when i get to perform
cause i’m a lunatic that’s pursuing the music
intuitive superhuman, that’s spewing school and who’s new to this
you hooligans knew your crew is through soon as you moved to this
first i start shooting you then the news is muting the news of it
who is this, rapper that’s losing it with the foolishness
eat the beat like some soup or some noodles fuse with some tuna fish
you against me, i’m cool with it if you’re cool with it
don’t give a flying f i’m not spooning it with a stewardess
dang, why did he have to come in the booth and just ruin it
sorry, lyrical murders the only language i’m fluent in
cut off pieces of you and start using it as a crucifix
rap has gone feminine, were the only dudes who are dudes in this
few can do what i do, but its cool and hmm i’m immune to it
rappers knew now when i see some room for improving it
i’m the realest rapper, your view, and screw it i’m too legit
i did this just because so stop respecting the tutelage
dang, see n0body is as gifted as me
cause i’m so different with these intricacies
coniferous trees will switch to debris, from lifting a knee
and f y’all who don’t wanna see my mission succeed
i’m done

- justin freeman

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