Текст песни Freestyle Break - CHRI$

Imma do a little freestyle for y'all man you know
Call this a freestyle break
Oh shit
Just wanna see how this shit sounds you know
Off the top of the head, yeah
Ch-Ch uh
Ch-Ch yeah

I be rhymin' the top, all the shit in my voice
I wanna kick it like my homie Royce
Eating Eminem's beats in the streets you know what I mean
Take it slow baby
Five nine to Five Guys it's all mine you know what's fine
Invisible to the World
It seemed like so long ago when I put A Better America out
Wonders of the World
It was all for my girl, tables turn, bridges burn, it's Howard Stern
It's Howard Stern nah
It's Howard Stern yeah
Like I'm smoking on some pound cake
While we living in this outbreak
Sometimes it's better to stay clean and live free but I just wanna be free and be me
But I don't know
But I don't know
I keep falling I keep stalling I keep ballin'
I keep rhyming I keep climbing I keep timing
I keep falling on my face
I need to get my ass back up and look at your face
Right in your eyes all in stereo, they're barely curls
I'm just feeling the beat, while I'm rhyming the heat
I'm reminiscing bout the memories I'll have
And save all of the shit that made me a man
All the competition around me was never really stan
It's like I'm writing all my music, is never a plan
It all comes from my own experiences, never stand
Stand on your two feet, keep working don't sleep
You love and die
'Cause the color of your skin, the color of your eyes don't matter
It's all for you
It's all for you, the world is yours
The world is yours you know
The world is yours, the world is yours, you know
I transport all the tracks
Put 'em out for the world so everyone can fucking see 'em
Natural selection at its finest
Kings and queens live highest you know it's ryast
Kings and queens live highest you know it's biased, you know
Oh shit man, let's go

I got, THC in my CD player
I pull up the homies' like yo what up playa
What's good it's all mine
What you got, this all mine
I got five dollars with ones and twos and zeros
It all comes from the brain the ink the biro
Like the spray paint put on the mural
These lyrics they ain't sterile, it ain't a Christmas carol
The world is yours
Take it while you can cause when it rains it pours
I take it in fold, bag it up and it's gold
I dug you up from the gold mine now baby it's your time to shine
Lemme rock you down head first, just burst
I gotta throw the Subi in reverse
I keep fighting all my fears, cause this shit is all nothing but a dream
Nothing but a dream, it's nothing but a scheme
It's like I'm writing all the shit it's nothing to fear you know what I mean
Man I wanna get famous I wanna make sure I look upside down the famous
Got a dollar sign at the end of my name you know
I got a rattlesnake overtaking the names you know
Take it far away
I take you on a sane you know what I mean
I look at you like a saint, look at you like a free man
I know some you the same I just wanna get stained man
It's all consistent player, its optimistic mayors
It's called couture, horticulturist and animistic
Charismatic, aromatic and thermostatic
Metastatic, oh my god that titty smackin'
Titty smackin'
Smack 'em on the head everybody tell me I ain't there
Take it on the way
I undertake you under my wing so I can show you the world
Just me and my girl
Someone I'm still looking for, somebody I been searching for all along
I been searching you all along I need you
Baby girl can you come here I need you
It's all love where you are
And now I got it said I got it no I got it man it's Chris
I keep rhyming to the top, to the phone, to the sky said it's Chris