Just a quick freestyle I did a long time ago!
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Come on everybody and put your hands up
You know who the f*** I be, come on and stand up
This is freestyle, I'm comin from the top of the dome
All you hatin ass n*** z better leave me alone
When I go out in public this is all I hear
"Oh my God, is that him? That is Ibe Wazir!"
You know people get jealous from the props I get
Cause as hard as they tried, they never dropped a hit
I'm fixin to be somethin +Major+ better sooner than lata
And you can take a picture of that, or put it on paper
Even when I shine my ass will still be on the grind
Takin n*** z chains and change when I flash my nine
Even though my flow is cold I always feel heat
That's why I keep them heaters tucked unda my seat
Best believe I keep 'em loaded when I cruise the strip
And if I don't need 'em then n*** I'll bruise your lip
And if I do, then get ready for two in your spine
Cause, the beat skipped, but I'll still continue my rhyme
Hold up for a minute though, while I catch my breath
Fore I do somethin I will f*** in regret
But I'll come back on the track feelin betta then eva
You n*** z ain't sick, you're just a little unda the weatha
Just put it togetha, y'all n*** z is soft like feathas
I'm hard like a brick, half these pussies hardly can spit
I'm quick wit my sh** , I'll punk you out or hit you wit sticks
You can find The Realist n*** at the top of the list
You n*** z is whack, when you see me, you best get back
Cause we will attack, break every f*** in bone in your back
You're soft in the middle, I play these cats just like they're a fiddle
But my time's runnin out so that's the end of my riddle, holla
