Текст песни Basement Freestyle - Berk the Turk

Anticipation of the situation
That's what I do for my
Real life occupation, now
Real time evaluation
Now let me speak what I see
This maybe conversation
For that you have to seize
Opponents and the situation
For me to tell the nation
You all need a plus
In the English lesson
Either (B)be or (C)see
Don't give a fuck
Unless I get the day one
Recognition
I told you it's important that your
Demonstration
Not so inviting
Need a face ID
Recognition
To unlock
All the information
Hitting wrong
Application
Rather than the darkest
Pictures in the favorites
Check my lyrics
Get the notation
Gifted all to my nation
Yeah I'm patient
I need a doctor in these
Urgent situations
I need my fuckin
Haters
Just to make some fans
In this huge developing
Progression
Shit is a whole session
Name going to mention
I'm freshened
Asking everywhere the
Same fuckin question
In perfection
Need to make arrangement
Need to make election
Need players
Playing right game
With the same vision
Man
Now
Get the reason
Get the bigger picture
Never losing in my life
Cause I'm not winning all my
Fixture
Game is doing you a favor
Losses are the fuckin savior
Turn you into
Money maker, turq. is out here
Giving out some paper
Form of an information
War against the money baby
I can be a martyr
I can be the villain
Easy moving when it's darker
Turks can never see the light
How we turned out
Way more smarter
Man
Way more harder
Nobody private
Man everybody charter
And
On the go with
Pocket money from the father
Leaving out the border
Ain't make a homie larger
Missing home alone in your small as apartment
Getting pencil sharpened
Some my friends made the league
Cedi passing Garland
Riding all those cars and
Still comin home heartened
If you ever leaving
You be back
Shit is just bargained
If you ever smashed a dream
Got to beg a pardon
Cause life is not a motherfucking
Picture perfect rose garden
Got to speaks the facts
My truth is really fuckin ardent
Well put and said
By the homie James Harden
Heights ain't giving you the margin
Leave the city now
Just to come back
More problems
Leave the city now
Just to bring a couple dollars
Fuckin bitches but
I never really needed condoms
After all homie
I was lucky I had options
Acting like I'm Robin Hood but
They calling me robber
But I'm legal now
Rapper and a Baller
Jermaine, Rwanda
Imma do the honors
Water
Dripping
Proper
They cant stop us

Man welcome to the fantasy of the kid that's known as me
Wordsmiths of the planet won't fuck with me
Cracked the necks of the next rappers in line with no hustle
Sex in the back of a car pulled a muscle, but next I still cuddled
Western man's hustle
Hoes gonna act too tough need a muzzle
Won't let a man rest in peace but in mud
More facts lose truth elephants lose a tusk
Can't fathom the worlds pace, the race as it sucks
Vice president of this part, blue balls made me dyslexic
The words and the beat wont match with
This cold blooded kid's thoughts
Repaired in line and more is morphed about sexual thoughts
Kicked in balls I'm nauseous six feet from ground
And kid Berk he's cold with all lies distorted
Never gonna lie
When I'm losing the sight of me
Who's gonna rise
When I'm losing the sight to see
Who'd recognize
When these line would be lies to hear
Lose prestigious
Thoughts all fictitious
This premonition
Tells more to go with
Thin lines all blurred
Hair lush like Jesus
Pro-times concerned
Just like I'm famous
Bro I'm emerged
They tell me the bigger the better
The bigger the figure the figure get bigger
The rebellious heart of a Demon would never
Report the facts like Politics
The truth potion blue, psyched out when it hits
The leaders too quick to make decisions
Worlds pace decide the way we go
Packed and forth, spliffs and shorts
Mixed emotions, pat on the back like Pats
Pests of the world why you got to act like pets
Fast forward on the world people get fact checks
But it's late to be true cause the mass got wrecked
Polarized in our views like it's written by Shakespeare
Next year we could get Lex'd here, next please
The world change too fast just like my thoughts
And the flow I convey is Moby it's enormous
Check these rhymes back to back cause it's torturous
Rapitome lacks no facts
Then I dip