Mr. 32 Bars - 100 Bars Of Deaf [ Mr32Bars 100 Bar freestyle ]

Trealin'/
Fo Realin'/
100 Bars in the makin'/
N*ggaz wont do it becuz they cant write/
Im lyrically insane or call me lyrically tight/
Fuck a Hater, cuz its a de-later/
Call me a hater but damnit i got a reason/
Aint no reason for such treason/
Aint I so damn real/
I put on with great zeal/
I'm as gangsta as Kon-Yeezy/
With the windy life so breezy/
Goin through life so easy/
Goin down the streets blastin Weezy/
Call me Godfather the don/
Been in jail call me a Kon/
Victed for life/
Lost my family and my wife/
But call it what you want/
Im so real never put up a front/
Im with the earth like a tree/
Cut me down check my rings and see/
Every night imma try to pray/
May the lord take my soul when i lay/
Down forever/
Itll come never but never say never/
Cockiness can hurt or help/
When in need they scream for help/
Out there minds they think they it/
But bitch you aint shit/
Sawed-Off Shotty/
Ridin thru the hood bout to pop somebotty/
Imma truly make a million/
Rockin that shit like a Louie V Chamillion/
I could count a hundred thousand trillion/
And i got Swagga On A Billion/
Nota gang bang/
Just wont cuz it aint my thang/
Just as long as I got lyrics and hands/
I wont need to do wrong with those hands/
Music part of my life cuz it keeps me alive/
Its like blood that pumps so it wont cut even with a knive/
Marijuana is ablade and im under the knife/
Hope my family be praying for my life/
The sun is my shade/
Becuz im so bright shine like a light/
Tryna get brain/
But like life so tuff it drive me insane/
Born in IA live in the ATL/
But where im from its just like hell/
Imma let my creativity ooze/
Doesnt help when i drink ma booze/
Money come fast like a lam-bo/
Go even faster cuz a dum-ho/
Shot in the leg now walk with a limp/
But call it what you want im a pimp/
Damn she fine/
Make Her Mine/
But she got a man near portline/
Why I always keep a 9 on my waistline/
Still flyer then a plane on a 59/
Me & ya gurl be doin the 69/
10 bags of dro/
Creepin on the DLow/
Make it disappear like David Blane/
Gonna kick it like karate with Lui Kang/
Rapping more song then Lil Wayne/
Singing more songs then T-Pain/
Im a combo of both rap and sang/
So you can call me T-Wayne/
Haromize like Bone Thugs N Harmony/
Imma get my clean on like OCD/
Shaq' E O Nee can dunk/
Lil Jon get crunk/
Like faculty imma need some funk/
Hypnotiq im drunk/
Kanye west welcome to heartbreak/
Writing these lyrics aint no piecea cake/
Listen to Heavy Rap underground/
Becuz no matter who it be they always got the sound/
And music like water itll make you drownd/
Listen to Heavy Rap Mainstream/
Call me Mr. OD or Hakem/
Cuz all yall know im the American Dream/
I smoke like a mother always got a leaf/
Someone dies smoke a leaf to end the grief/
Christmas time fuck a leaf smoke a wrief/
Underwater no fire fuck it smoke a reef/
Go to Vegas see those flashin lights/
Drunk drive see those flashin lights/
Cop car under those god damn lights/
Friday night/
I hit the bong then hit the club sky high/
Don't drink and drive, nigga we smoke and fly/
I fly on in like the pilot of this flight, tonight/
The city lights/
I can't see straight 'cause I got weed eyesight/
I can't go home, high as I am, I'm fried/
No where else to go, so I guess I'll sleep outside, tonight/
Damn im so high my middle finger touch the sky/
Always so damn high they say I frequent fly/
I miss real niggaz like Eazy-E/
Mr. PimpC/
Ice-T/
Snoop Dee Oh Double Gee/
I feel like dying/
Feel like crying/
Sighing/
Sicka bitchs trying/
Thats my block block/
Keep a hand on my glock glock/
Thats my city city/
Lookin shitty shitty/
Eastside Westside/
Northside Southside/
Bad Boys Death Row/
Shit shot and hit low blow/
Imma call shots be a Umpire/
Run this shit Darth Vader Empire/
Busta singing Arab Money/
Mahilila Hila now aint that funny/
Smokin on that sticky dank/
Take my cash but count it twice on the way to the bank/
Becuz something fishy as a shark and it stank/
Been to L.A., Miami, Brooklyn, Bankhead/
2 Ways of life prison or dead/
Im so fresh im like the soap dove/
Still so yung im in super yung love/
She pretty as a dime/
But she cheap as a rhyme/
Make it big like 808's & hearts/
Fuck a fake cops like Paul Blart/
Swag make the girls go POW POW POW/
Ill make shawty get low and BOW/
POW POW POW/
Oh damn she good like WOW/
Life might aswell call it a drag/
1/2 a mile and put my underground in a bag/
Call me hitman ill leave you for dead/
Truely been said/
Imma lay ya 6 feet under ya bed/
Let the color of blood bled/
Red/
I bleed colors of the world black, blue, brown, orange, white/
Sounds awesome but its not that tight/
Pain of life hurts with a bright light/
But thats life so all i can say is its alright/
I stack big faces/
I stack all faces/
B-Money got more hits then baseball cages/
I like brazillian girls/
I like all races/
I like doll faces/
They got small wases/
Snatch my chain then my clique gon get all cases/
These are diamond grills not at all braces/
You can catch me in a shot/
Outta all places/
100K up in the mall lets ball baby/
Best believe imma ball till i fall baby/
Haters hating on me but its all gravy/
3 6 got my hair wavy/
Spent lotta time in the air lately/
Imma hustler similar in casket/
Dirty south solider similar a Master P/
I couldnt imagine me on a faster beat/
Walk through my streets need an AK/
Tell me that it aint Okay/
Drive-Bys like holy fuck/
Hear a shot either get hit or duck/
Cloak, Loak, Spider Locc, Naw spider Joke/
I do what i want and never provoke/
Nigga youz a lame/
Call me the son of The Game/
G-Unit naw G-UnOT/
I need a tissue cuz they my snot/
Here comes part one, part two, part three/
Where the fuck my money this aint free/
The fuck you gon' do kill me in my sleep/
Hell you use a silenter so nobody hear a peep/
Ill kill you on the streets, kill you face to face/
Ill take my time this aint no race/
Ill rip off my silencer just for fun/
Ill end your life DONE/
Fifty wrote 50 Bars of Pain/
Listening to it was blane/
Now what you gonna do/
Bring it on Fist fight you/
Imma keep it on a fine line/
Like a marker once you mess with me it wont be fine/
Imma shake you up just a little bit/
Imma bust you up just a little bit/
Spitting more then a gingivitis hillbilly/
Call me lyrically stupid or lyrically silly/
More gold then ass/
Shinin bright but its only brass/
Remember i thought i stacked a milli/
But you stupid i stacked a billi/
Well 100 bars of deaf/
I did it all now im outta breaf/