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Thread: Wildstyle Superfreak - Track Review

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    Default Wildstyle Superfreak - Track Review

    Wildstyle Superfreak

    Supa Nigga EP
    2003

    U-God
    Leathafase

    DJ Homicide


    Wildstyle (2003) <-----Download link

    [Intro]

    Get 'em
    Supa freak, freak, freak, freak, freak
    Freak, freak, freak, freak

    (Leathafase)

    So you wanna be the man with the gun in your hand
    The Son of Sam, expand shells, invades where you dwell
    The smell of rigamortis, corpses, enforces
    That they become victim to homicide resources
    Minor league bosses, petty cash crimies
    Snatch your dime piece, leak where my mind speaks
    Short circuit the mini time piece, pretty nine squeak
    The echo travels the city night streets

    (U-God)

    Yeah, hit-hit new release, guaranteed to hit the streets
    Rhyme-rhyme all the time, never ever drop a dime
    Stop-stop doin' crime, first one to pop the nine
    Rave that I throw the shine, up your back then your spine
    Bad-bad, super bad, always first, never last
    Swift-swift, swifter blast, hit 'em with the iron fast
    Throw 'em in a body cast, sweat burnin' in the gas
    Set fire to the ash, smoked in his liver, grass

    [Chorus x2]

    Dirty, grimey, low down, shiesty
    Freaky, feisty, hood rat from the hood
    *Supa freak, freak, freak, freak, freak
    Freak, freak, freak, freak*

    (Leathafase)

    Snap screen shots of the wild life chronicles
    Head spin similar to theme park roller coasters
    The solo holster straps, laser beam glocks
    Steamin' hot, blow your snot box, the hottest psyche particles
    Barbecue, flame boiled crooks, soap by the hooks
    Splash brain from the wild frame notebooks
    Son, you so shook, I murder your gimmick
    Take you to the climb, back to drop, vertical limit

    (U-God)

    Yeah, ball playin' girl lane, on the mic I'm rhyme sprayin'
    M.C. rock viciously, satisfaction guaranteed
    Or you get your money back, leave your girl, that's a wrap
    Hit spike like a bat, heel toe, now I tap
    Second round, second left, in your town, check it, check
    Cock the beretta back, where my money at?
    Smack off your funny hat, always come in super jive
    Lamp in the honey hive, man on the ziggy side

    [Chorus x2]

    (Leathafase)

    Pop headphones, glide over metro domes, ride, enter the zone
    Open wide, head blown, hell fire, lead bone
    Self fly spread, chrome you're live by a man's dome
    Divine burns your skin tone, high with the trench stone
    Blood money leakin' out my pockets, complex, unidentified flyin' objects
    Comin' at you with 3D, scratch it with CD's
    That take a sharp head bangers, state of the art

    (U-God)

    Yo, dip to the dot, dot to the dip
    Make the fly girls wanna turn your hips
    Raps on the juggle, double up quick
    Bullets rip, I burn the whole clip
    Cause the long eyelids point to your lips
    To the walls I stick, with my Spiderman grip
    Fully action pump grip, jump swift
    Blow you the bitch, shorty, use and you miss

    [Chorus x4]
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