"Breathe" Freestyle

[Code Blue]

Here's a lil' suntin' suntin' I wrote to that new Fab joint that Just Blaze did. Drop ya feedback...whatever.

*GHOST*

"Breathe Freestyle"

v.1

...but you need to when I creep thru //
Cuz the guns that I wear have you clear like see-thru //
None of these dudes is packin' a oozie //
They just pretendin' they are like actors in movies //
Breathe easy y'all, try and block my fame? //
Have me pop more shots than a NBA game //
Get it straight...I'm hard to fade //
I'll burn ya whole city down like a 4 alarm blaze //
Y'all just ain't fuckin' with me... //
Spit so much heat 100 degrees be runnin' from me //
Crack heads wanna touch me... //
*why?*...cuz I'm doper than the blood stream found in the worst drug fiend //
These chics love me, I got it that way //
If a chic don't get my dick she's havin' a bad day //
If I'm havin' a bad day...? //
Stay away, cuz I just don't give a fuck I'm havin' my strap spray //
Cuz I might not live passed today... //
One of my lungs might collapse and I'll pass away //
I was broke so I had to slang... //
It was coo', but for me to get paid? Rap's the way! //
Just Blaze laced the trac, I ripped it to shreds //
After ya girl hears this she'll be givin' me head //
As for you? Man you'll be speakin' to God //
Cuz once you hear this you won't be breathin' for long //

v.2

...what, is you smokin' a blunt? //
I'll have you coughin' up blood like there's a hole in ya lungs //
I'm chokin' you chumps, talk shit to me? //
I'll have chains round ya neck like Mister T. //
I spit heat, I'll have the Kave lace a trac //
Then rip it up so bad they'll wanna take it back //
Face the facts...I roll with heavyweight champs //
You spit a coo' verse? I got hella great tracs //
Just relax...I know it's hard to breathe //
Cuz everytime I rap I scar the beat //
Better duck my flames kid... //
Call me Satan, I'll make an athiest turn to God like Mase did //
It's CA bitch! I'm reppin' it all //
Y'all like prostitutes I ain't effin' with y'all //
Think you better dawg...? //
Man I'll flame on put heat to ya body have you sweatin' like balls //
C'mon, y'all serious...? //
I spit sick rhimes more disgusting than a dog's period //
I'm a bomb lyricist... //
I'll turn a dude's estate to Pearl Harbor, that's why y'all fearin' this //
Y'all hearin' this? Go head and catch ya breath //
Meanwhile I'm with ya chic catchin' head and sex //
Like a cold you can catch a death... //
Seven from a tech, man I handle beef like an expert chef //

[bez]

nice shit mate. 

[Inspectah]

Yea i liked this shit. Proper good. Keep it up mate.