Believe Me Freestyle - E. Jackson

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The beat's my exorcist
I'm bout to let the beast out
At night is when I creep out
And kill em with the freestyle
Poetic possession -
The words come from my mouth
But lyrics come from my spirit
I swear I'm just bein me now..
And I ain't ever goin' senile
I ain't blind, I can see now
I said I'm high, didn't say "Ni hao"
Ha, this rap shit is on my speed dial
Once the shit hit, I spit
What's an ad lib?
Bic flicks and gettin lit is a habit
Liquid drippin - I'm sippin
Til I'm spinnin and doin backflips
Cookin in the kitchen
Jesse Pinkman in the lab "bitch"
Workin' on my craft
Lately I been in the booth
I'll get a sac, pick a track, spin it back, lick the wrap
It's a fact that I've been the truth
Strong mind
Got Popeye's spinach up in my Swisher fool
You either comatosed or ghost
If overdosed with the lead
I don't write with lead
Still whatever goes through my head don't get left
I don't dispose it
I say shit that goes right over your head
The ambidextrous chosen one
No one's posin a threat
With the flow, I'll break bones and pull your soul through your chest
Or be like Kimbo throwin blows until your skull disconnects
That's why I got these uh, bloody knuckles and swollen fingers
Swingin crosses, "Holyfieldin"
You Tyson, bitin' everything you hearin/hear in
I know you got a problem, don't deny it
Get defeated immediately if you see my alliance
We gravity defyin
Stars, I'm alignin
Don't believe me? WATCH
I been workin on my timin
You should call me puppetmaster cause the strings that I pull
Cold-hearted, but that ain't the only reason I'm cool
I got delivery and dough, I'll bring a pizza to you
Jesus please relieve these demons, I'm believin' in you
Anything you need me to do... Amen
I told you I'm hungry
My stomach rumblin like its lunchtime
Don't need a Sandy Hook
When my verses are on Columbine
Shouts to the hip hop movement
You know I had to spit, amidst y'all droolin
The tightest, no arthritis
My wrist's not movin
An author couldn't write this
I'm convinced y'all truly
Could mine my mind and find diamonds
Like that bitch rock jewelry
I'm in pursuit of the Juice
Like Bishop in Pac's movie
Classic Cassius, a clashin titan
Faster than flashin lightnin
The way I roll in my lane makes ladies say that I'm strikin
You fold under pressure like LeBron with a dead leg
I'm 4th quarter Jordan, scorin' with my legs spread
Ballin' out the atlas, but this ain't Space Jam
When it comes to my sack - your girl is Michael Strahan
Stop the constant hatin
This ain't a hobby this my occupation
My mind be racin' while I'm ganja blazin
Like a Rasta in the basement
I swear I'm part Jamaican, nah I'm playin
But really?
Who gives a fuck what my race is?
Fuck racists and fuck bein' famous
You ain't even gotta make sense to make cents
My maker told me one day that I'd make it
It's about what you make of it
Not about how much you makin though
Yo my eyes need Visine, I smoke weed
Stay clean, chase dreams so, I don't sleep
Not sure if this my purpose, but I'm workin' hard
I'm not picture perfect but I'm a work of art
I'm tryna leave a legacy that's long lastin
I know you see my name and probably go on past it
But I got passion and my actions prove I'm real so..
Really I don't feel the need to broadcast it
I just think its funny how it goes
How all these girls talk like they love me
And they don't want no one but me
But they just want all my money, they're fuckin hoes
I'ma keep grindin until I'm at the top
I grind for everything I got
All these people talk like they know me
But naan one is my homie
They despise me and my demise is their plot
If you ain't man enough to stand up
And say that my shit is nice
Come walk in these shoes before you talk
And see what I'm livin like
I ain't tryna lead by example, I'm just livin life
Your life's a gamble so go and get the dice
I bring the light like I'm Edison
Educate and get hella faded
Plus I got an intelligent mind, I'ma helluva guy
And I'm better whenever I'm gettin medicated
I meditate when I rhyme and I elevate to the sky
Everyday I ask God if Heaven awaits when I die
Givin thanks when I pray, keepin Satan away
Lord forgive me, the beat to me is Abel to Caine
I'm one smile past pain, one grin past hope
So I think I'm the shit if I'm one cent past broke
But when I tell you I'ma make it, man
That shit is the truth
Honestly I ain't just talkin, I'm visual proof
They ask me if I'm stoppin, I live in pursuit
Cause I'm a rare combination of wisdom and youth
Tell me if you ain't involved what is it to you?
I'm goin' far, no limits, got a mission to do
They said its hard to make it where I'm from
So I got down the basics
Found music and traded time for the sums
I ain't sayin its all about the dollar signs
But I'd like to see my profits rise as I prophesize
Shock my father's eyes
Since a toddler I grew a hatred for him
Wake up every morning and I gotta grind
I don't wanna see my mama cry, I apologize
But I promise you gon see your son/sun shine
Cause I'm on the rise...
Believe me