Lyrics Marketplace Freestyle - Nerfonator

Yo, is this thing on?
Check check, 1, 2
Aight, um, yo

I'd rather throw fists than reach for my pocket
Cause if you tryna blow hits, then that's just weak but I got it
Imma sock you then knock you out
Pull my CD from my pocket
Throw the project on your oesophagus
Then scream like "go cop it!"
This the Tromonous
Where all the cheddar cheese ain't no object
But you ain't need grease in your pocket
For your dreams to be launchin'
Just put the pen to the paper and unleash all your thoughts and
If they keep hating then it fuels the fire
Let it brew inside of you, off it
So now I'm packing rhymes inside a pad of mine
Grab the mic and spit a rap or nine
Just to pass the time
Rappers writing 'bout they show their true colours
But I see black and white
I bat an eye, cause to me, that's a rather giant
Red flag, and all of a sudden I got an appetite
The way I snack on rhymes
You wouldn't wanna feel the wrath of my verbal marshal arts
Attack, and crack the spine of any MC who try to mess with me, the OG
Yeah I know that I got what it takes
Cause I'm rocking the stage with a mic in my hand
And I know that I'm still free
But I still flock in the cage
We pop the compartment
Then we poppin' the gage
Blood spilling from my heart every time I kill the art
And I know I got a lot to say
But it's the only way to obtain the bands, aye

So if you livin' like tomorrow ain't a thing
Say "Heyo!" (Heyo!)
Yeah, and if you excited to see what it brings
Say "Heyo!" (Heyo!)
Yeah, and if you livin' on the top like you's a king
Say "Heyo!" (Heyo!)
Yeah, so take a seat and grab a drink and say "Hey!" (Hey!)

Rappers claiming that they lyrical is pitiful
I might just have to open up a syllabus for syllables
Critical, I know but how you gon' do minimal effort
When tryna paint the big picture on the instrumental?
Just go mental with the pencil
The essential utensil
When tryna prove others that you got potential
Then slowly build your way out the kennel
Work hard and never settle
Then refine the lyricism so fine, it can bend metal
So now my microphone is coiled 'round my hands
Wrapped around fingers and wrists, it cuts off the blood flow
Now all I know is bust these rhymes and get this dough
You can take it one word at a time or let it blow
But I prefer to let it flow
Paint across this canvas of an anthem, uh
My brain embossed with my lyrics
So when they hear it, they fear this flaming bomb
And I just lost my train of thought, eh

So if you livin' like tomorrow ain't a thing
Say "Heyo!" (Heyo!)
Yeah, and if you excited- y'all already know
Heyo! (Heyo!)
Yeah, and if you livin' on the top like you's a king
Say "Heyo!" (Heyo!)
Yeah, so take a seat and grab a drink and say "Hey!" (Hey!)
(One more time now)
So if you livin' like tomorrow ain't a thing
Say "Heyo!" (Heyo!)
Yeah, and if you excited to see what it brings
Say "Heyo!" (Heyo!)
Yeah, and if you livin' on the top like you's a king
Say "Heyo!" (Heyo!)
Yeah, so take a seat and grab a drink and say "Hey!" (Hey!)