Testo Real Late Freestyle 2

(Feat. World's Fair)

(Verse)
I'm out say Haro Chono mixed with Sonny Bono
I take your chick and make her Yoko Ono
Rockin a kimono, worshipin my photos, told me been lovin profit
Had gone to scotoscothic like, like I'm nuttin lusha when the moon is tropic
Told me she can't get a man She love AZ, she love the pentagram
I said yo baby, I don't give a damn
Dreamer is my last name, Tommy is my first
I rap, I make deals, I worship mother earth
I do not rhyme but if I did my rhyme would be a hearse
That will be the way I'm livin til the day my birth reverse
Fuck you listen to this verse? How you listen to it there?
You would never find another like me livin in this air
I rise, I never fare, in love I did not stay
I kidnapped the vision of Mr. Kennedy's kids
I'm chained with a gold chain, named it the all change
You came with a name like mine, changing the whole game

Word up, World Fair, we all here
We in here, we all here Yea, World's Fair, we in here
We all here

(Verse)
Yo, my eyes lower than my bucket print
Tryna avoid my feature, turnin grim a while in this world to sit
Doin 90's, switchin lanes on a van wit
Without a care, exhaling from the last hit
They wanna know how I'm livin right
Read between the lies, open yo mind and see the world through my eyes
Weed by the zip, extending my high
Mixed the hoser ice, a balcony view to get my mind tight
Back in the day they tried to play me like a Sega
Now all these bitches throwing roses at me like I'm Vega
Shit, I guess I came up from chiefin on the dutch and makin Cali runs
Just to spend funs like I'm hanging
Motorola pagers on hips and neighbourhood gangsters
Had me dreamin at a early age to get this paper
Now we collectin pay cuts, limpin out in London
Next stop is Italy, the next is iceberg history

World's Fair, World's Fair
Your girl's here

(Verse)
I did it all for the nookie, what the pussy?
'83 dabble, strawberry rookie
I also did it for some cookies
Wob Milanos, and toastin sandwiches from the kebano
Dominican bano with all the shades that I own
Nothing Brucal on rocks in my Styrofoam
Impressin Shawty at the gala and I'm tryna bone
Oh you like The Notebook? Me too, you're not alone
Better grab the Andre, yellow cap the uzzi
Smoking on the 15 ouncer, and out of a movie
Telly by the city, still advertising Jacuzzi
Whispering something in Spanish, fingering the coochy
Bitches think I ain't Dominican, but for real I am
Your juice is on my moustache, drop to my timbalands
I'm rogued out like JFK
I'm in yo guts like TSA, I JFK, I'm on it

World's Fair, we all here
Your girl's here, we in here
World's Fair, Your girl's here

(Verse)
The marvellous, spectacular, spit miraculous
Black on black, black star both, back to Africa
Black rimmin, getting nasty for the black man
Black Benz, walking overseas on the black sand
So get murderous rob, disturbing the set,
Go on, fall back and get yo motherfuckin set on
They don't call me Prince John Ill for no reason
Bang for the cause, stay cold like the season
Score like arena, whores get to meet the four horsemen
Me, my two pores and my penis
And just in case I don't blow
I'mma still glow like J Lo, welcome to the dope show
And I'm the Marilyn Manson, Jim Kelly
Igor, the Frankenstein Mary Chelly
The porn beat stage murderer
Who's live? Original dandada, Lion King, Mufasa
Bombaclat and hold the beats for ransom
My squad too thick and I'm just too handsome
The baby face make sure these wanna rucker
Wrong curvy black, hair super fly, snooker
The high flyin, frog splash spitter
Red top ENG in a brown bag nigga
I'm takin sips and let the liquor take a hold of me
The type to have your mother and yo sister fightin over me
I'm next up, I'm chasin the next buck
I make a slut rupture, I says was less buck
This is the travesty, rap around it savagely
World's Fair KOG, call the guard yo majesty

World's Fair, we all here
World's Fair

(Verse)
Word to Murray in the last, get wrote in Morse code
No my cold heart is all reflected in my wardrobe
Old Tim's coordinated with my one sodo
So now in Soho meat up with jewish Manolo
I'm about my burble like a rapper playin polo
Pony horse logo, watch how I get busy on the promo
Compton got me into continental into Ivy Street
Picky on pickadely, hoes silly, think I'm Chris Kringle on king's cross, Chris with a tall faith
Plastic cut like valor John John's and all bay
World's Fair, count 6 like bullshit
Now connect cliques, these New Yorkers in the mix
This operation, opportunity for unity
Kids think we cool like Truency so who is he?
Expat, work of Anicubal when Batista lead
And for a feature you would need a visa just to meet up

(Verse)
Time to act a fool and a time to act properly
Time for duck comfy and a time for peepin broccoli
Lived in this economy that wasn't real economy
Now I want 1st class, man I'm tired of economy
Uh we down to hit the UK on my downtime
Fuck a hashtag, I change my dollar to the pound sign
I'm at the airport at the currency exchange
Where I'm eatin off the hunger that I currently explain
Don't you worry, I'm insane
Keep em very entertained
No determent for my current, got the flurry and a flame
And I surely make it rain, then I bring the sun back out
Teach my kids the face of challenge, never when my son back out
Show em how to run that route
Ball down, touchdown, never see em down and out
Stay forward, straight forward, don't give me the roundabout
Round em up, count em out, counter punch , pound em out
Next a punch and I'm out, wussup?

World's Fair, Your girl's here
World's Fair, we all here