Rick Ross- Free Mason (Instrumental)

check it i spit it quick, hachoo like im sick
yea and i aint talkin grandmas when i say i push grams
best with the movement sit back n flic my my bic spark a L real quick cause i know im the man,, with the plan yea. and illuminati want my mind soul and mah body but when a nigga approach i blow his mutha fuckin head off with a 2 gaged shotti, come test me who want it, have yu scream at night, and ya toungue delivered to ya crib by mornin, now ya families mournin, over ya lame ass shoulda had my money by autumn, but nah u slacked n now my mutha fuckin kids gotta eat for thankgiving and i cant make a mutha fuckin livin! i need mah paper! guess it really came down that i hadda erase ya, from history now u dust can somebody please tell me the life im livin mustt u forget to add where i mutha fuckin stand im tryna do better than good enough

can you get Rick Ross – Tears of Joy!!!!!!!!

lmao @ trapper trife. you took the words right out my mouth bro lol

4 u

can yu get the cigar music 2 beat??

I’m that dude with the bomb ass flow
F-I-T-Z, switch it into game mode
Controller of the game like I’m switchin episodes
Cause I know the pros so well like I’m drawin x and o’s
So I’ma reload and throw that hailmary,
Gonna be a Superbowl champ: call me air brees
U can try to dare me or try to scare ne
Still standin up on top, result wont vary
doubt me if you want to, you can join the club
… everyone that hears my flow always shows me love
enough is enough so welcome Zach Fitzpatrick,
Fire burnin rhymes, musta struck up a match stick
Pressure always on I hit buzza beater baskets
cheddas always drawn. I got stacks in my mattress
and if I’m already perfect, then why should I practice?
To beat y’all to the end, and claim the game as my palace
B-M-O-C
From Bmore City,
Won’t believe ya ears like I belong in ripleys
Simply… livin like some hippies
Turn this up. im makin music while I rip trees
A Rap artist
I Just started
Plugged in to this game
dude im chargin
When I barge in, forget what ya guardin
Im stealin everythin u got this ya farwarnin

GO 2 THE GRAVE BEFORE I BE A BITCH NIGGA, FCK BEING SLAVES FOR PUSSY BLACK RICH NIGGAZ/ STARTED N THE GHETTO, HOW U WORLDWIDE/ FROM SILLY RAP SONGS YAPPIN BOUT SELLING PIES?/ GO 2 THE GRAVE BE4 I BE A BITCH NIGGA, BETTER BEHAVE, WE DEALING WITH THESE RICH NIGGAZ…..

LET ME GET THIS OUT, FOR NIGGAZ “TIP” AND START TELLIN ON ME/ AFTA THIS VERSE THEY GONE WANNA PULL DA METAL ON ME/ NIGGAZ WORSHIP LUCIFER, IDK WHO 2 TRUST, ALL U NEED IS ONE EYE TO C WHAT DEY DO TO US/ FROM THE SONGS TO CLOTHES, WE ALL LOVE IT/ BUT AT BIRTH THEY CUT MY STING, SO FUCK BEING A PUPPET/ A ZOMBIE GONE WANNA CHANGE THE SUBJECT, BUT BEYONCE ON STAGE AINT GOT SHIT ON MRS. TUBMAN/ GOD OF GODS, WE R SEEKING FOR DELIVERENCE, KNOW ITS WICKED WHEN ITS WRONG BEING SMART AND NOT IGNORANT/ HE SAY HE NOT A MASON, BUT THATS A CONTRADICTING STATEMENT/ ITS AMAZIN THATS THIS MUTHAFUKER HAD THE NERVE 2 SAY THAT HE MADE IT ALL THE WAY OFF OF COCAINE AND SIN/ AND HIS FRIEND OBAMA ANOTHA PAWN, WHEN MALEEAH GET OF AGE, THEN ITS ON…FUCKA

you sneezed like achoo?
fuck sick im sick of you….
shut yo trap and stop sayin you trappin,
you need a cure for yo bad case of rapping….
candy factories wrap candy then you rap on paper,
you wouldnt want the fade so just take a tapper….
for your birthday wish for some rap skills,
in the future i mite give you a rap deal….
write your words down take a life time,
you still dont stand a chance with yal wack rhymes,
so post another wack rap speak loud dont murmur,
the next comments will accuse me of 3rd degree murder….

has the jury reached it’s vertic?
“we have youe on we find the defendent better than you topia guilty of 3rd degree murder of (killuminati, young cez, fitz 1, a.d, and achoo)

i now pronounce you the wackest rappers in the world you may kiss your rapp carrers…GOODBYE!!

Lord… Forgive me for i have sinned//
and my sins they outnumber tha Particles inda wind//
im not tryna justyfy da wrongs that i have done//
but its a really cold World and i hustle to stay Warm//
Ive Lost a few battle but many i have won//
and i kno i have u to thank for Every Single One//
When u took my Dad u gave me Strenght to be Strong//
And when i eff up u over look my wrongs//
But Everyday feels like a friday da 13th …Jason//
and i just wanna be free…. No Mason//
But my heart keeps Pacing n time keeps wasting and racing//
When am i gon Catch this Paper im Chasing//
Sometimes.. all i could think about is gettin that paper//
i wanna hold it down soo tight i’d put it into a Sleeper//
Lord gimme da strenght ….and da will power//
Cuz i never had a problem believing …imma believer

sorry ass mutha fuckas! damn keep yo wack ass sorry ass raps too yo mutha fucka selves! shit and dont worry bout no one stealing yo raps!!!

badboy nigga u suck too. yo name needa be bad rapper. post yo wack lyrics else where

better than you topia /stop rappin cause i send you back to ethopia/took you a mile to write a rhyme waisting your time/i minus you from 10 and you remain a nine/i donk kill niggaz with words thats kinda lame/i go for the money and fame cause i got balls bigger than your i represent my game/i fan of Jigga and Rick Ross/if you dont follow thats your own loss,i wanna be like them and be your boss….hahahaha if this was a joke i knw you would choke rap clown