I was just bullshittin' and wrote a lil' rhyme to Mobb Deep's "Got It Twisted" beat. Holla with feedback if ya want. ~`1`~
"Don't Get It Twisted Freestyle"
I come from the Murda 0ne Gang [gang] //
Disconnect ya neck until ya head hang //
Make like a gun and spit flames [flames] //
Come around me ya chic'll get bang [bang] //
Now let's go back in history //
Way back...back before my blacks were free //
There was a super human-being who planted a seed //
In the dirt...now spring to '84 and out came me //
I've always spit heat which means I been strapped-since-the-start //
I used to shoot dice and drink in the back-of-the-park //
Use gloves to scrap throwin' jabs-to-ya-jaw //
Or make you pledge alliegence to me with my gat-to-ya-heart //
Now...back-to-the-part where I learned-to-rip //
At a young age of six is when I learned-to-diss //
I'll murk-ya-quic with the sick words-I-spit //
Make you lose big like [Biggie's mom's name] and hurt-ya-kin //
The kid's a jerk, I'll jerk-ya-chic //
Jerk-ya-shit as soon as I disperse-my-fists //
You heard-my-shit? Listen...please don't get it twisted //
I don't pray to God, I pray to Pac cuz rap's my religion //
"Don't Get It Twisted Freestyle"
I come from the Murda 0ne Gang [gang] //
Disconnect ya neck until ya head hang //
Make like a gun and spit flames [flames] //
Come around me ya chic'll get bang [bang] //
Now let's go back in history //
Way back...back before my blacks were free //
There was a super human-being who planted a seed //
In the dirt...now spring to '84 and out came me //
I've always spit heat which means I been strapped-since-the-start //
I used to shoot dice and drink in the back-of-the-park //
Use gloves to scrap throwin' jabs-to-ya-jaw //
Or make you pledge alliegence to me with my gat-to-ya-heart //
Now...back-to-the-part where I learned-to-rip //
At a young age of six is when I learned-to-diss //
I'll murk-ya-quic with the sick words-I-spit //
Make you lose big like [Biggie's mom's name] and hurt-ya-kin //
The kid's a jerk, I'll jerk-ya-chic //
Jerk-ya-shit as soon as I disperse-my-fists //
You heard-my-shit? Listen...please don't get it twisted //
I don't pray to God, I pray to Pac cuz rap's my religion //
