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Streets On Fire - Freestyle

by Lil Pro Rapper

[VERSE 1]

Okay, Lights on me just keep shinin'
I ain't gon lie
I am out there grindin'
But my adrenaline is climbin'
I keep rhymin'
People do what I say
My names not even Simon
If you know me and my homies
Don't mention us
I like to pop
And I ain't talkin' 7up
I'm a wraith, a killer shadow
Fangs like viper
Bitch I go hard
I spit flames and fire
Right now I be feelin' like I'm on a high wire
They call me master, master Kung Fu Za'ire
Uh and yeah I am the new stunt flier
Burnin' up flames
Somebody call the fire fighter
Them haters are just another meal I like to chew
Their ish is old
My ish is brand new

Yo' Lil Pro Rapper
I'm the freshest on these streets
Got bangladesh up on this beat
And you know this ain't a feat
Me and my homies firin' up these streets
I'm already tastin' my desert
Yeah revenge is sweet
I go double down on eleven
I hit the jackpot, I go to heaven
I can face anything
My middle name's courageous
I stay true to my game
Never get outrageous
I never go to sleep 'cause I'm always Las Vegas

[HOOK]

Roll the dice
My heads full of rhymes
Oh damn! I think I just caught rap lice
I don't care bout the price
Here's some advice
Ya'll niggas wanna challenge me
You better think twice

[VERSE2]

Grab a mic and do what I gotta do
Aiyyo, I'ld like to stop and chat
But I'm just passing through
5 minutes into the game
I be the leader of the new school
I do me
Yeah ima do what I do
I got swagga on a million
I just walk in the room and rock the whole buildin'
Wait, what was that
Oh yeah! That's me that you feelin'
Hit you so hard, you're head hit the ceilin'
Shut up, It's me that is wheelin'
And if I ever go to jail
It'll be for major swag dealin'
You know I do it for the ghetto
Fresh Gang, we from the ghetto
And who be they
These kids fresh, they from the ghetto
I got that fire always burnin'
I carry the torch
Took the road to riches just to make a drive-by on ya porch
You do you and Ima do it me style
Spittin' freestyles, hittin' keys quicker than a speed dial
Playin' for keeps, ya'll bitches stuck on free trial

[HOOK]

[VERSE 3]

So sick aids was afraid to even catch me
You said you missed your boat
Don't worry, worser things happen at sea
Niggas claimin' their at their prime
But primes aren't divisible uncleaned
I'm the X Factor in this game
So I'm the factor that's invisible, unseen
Freezin' up em niggas like a frozen dessert
Boutta rock the mic so hard it's gonna hurt
Lil Pro Rapper in the buildin'
Intruder alert!
Mahn Comedy club shit like phineas and ferb
Ridin' through the streets
Nigga we hit that curb
Crashes when i climb in
Dialed to destroy like i dropped a dime in
I leave streets on fire
Love dem streets on fire
Watch the flames go higher
Makin' niggas start to perspire
Watch me burn up these flames
Said, somebody better phone the fire brigade
I'm in the lead
Oh yeah! I'm winning
Sendin' bitches back to losers.com
Make em start right from the beginnin'
I kill their rep
Good luck to them re-buildin' it
Somebody dig my rap a grave 'cause I just killed it