Crooklyn Dodgers Freestyle
by Jay Smoove
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lyrics
Can you tote a pencil like you hold a pistol? The flow is crystal -
Clear - its the year I blow your mental like exploding missiles
When I wrote a riddle, I reign, you know your flow is drizzle you strain
I take whats at steak, you hold the bones and gristle
Bubbling like when a soda fizzles
Until im old and grizzled, im going in and you just joke a little
You think im done I leave you soaked in spittle, you know I tittle -
Ate, the state from golden gates to lower middle
From poor to working class to foreign urban lands
The heat is more than thermostats could read where you store the furnace at
Burning tracks till I return to ash, and even when my person dies
Im fertilizing where my dirt is stashed
Keep it going so the seeds can grow, and even though deceased
Ill grow a tree my peeps could Roll the leaves and blow
I got you leaning like some bottled seagrams, to stop you sleeping
Like I got a bomb beneath your posturepedic
But can you tote a pistol like you hold a pencil? Control the wrist pull
Steady, hold your own when every hoe is soaking tissues
When no ones civil, and roses shrivel as whats loaded whistles
With no one to hold you close and kiss you so you hope it hit you
…Its cold so noses sniffle, a simple note of if your hope will glow and sizzle
And fix you Or hit the snow and fizzle
On nimble toes where most would tremble, im so official
Shadowed by the quiet courage of a holstered pistol
A pitbull roams inside a broken kennel, you know the flows a symbol
Cause blowing mentals leaves some open temples
Domes are smoking - with you - if you wrote what glows
And lends you hope and coal for stoves where coats essential, now slow the tempo
….and if you get both assembled
The pen and toast I tote akimbo you survive to meet your judgement though you know its sinful
I get your toes to tingle, a soul that’s cold is in the dopest single
And im as sick as fucking joseph menghele
Clear - its the year I blow your mental like exploding missiles
When I wrote a riddle, I reign, you know your flow is drizzle you strain
I take whats at steak, you hold the bones and gristle
Bubbling like when a soda fizzles
Until im old and grizzled, im going in and you just joke a little
You think im done I leave you soaked in spittle, you know I tittle -
Ate, the state from golden gates to lower middle
From poor to working class to foreign urban lands
The heat is more than thermostats could read where you store the furnace at
Burning tracks till I return to ash, and even when my person dies
Im fertilizing where my dirt is stashed
Keep it going so the seeds can grow, and even though deceased
Ill grow a tree my peeps could Roll the leaves and blow
I got you leaning like some bottled seagrams, to stop you sleeping
Like I got a bomb beneath your posturepedic
But can you tote a pistol like you hold a pencil? Control the wrist pull
Steady, hold your own when every hoe is soaking tissues
When no ones civil, and roses shrivel as whats loaded whistles
With no one to hold you close and kiss you so you hope it hit you
…Its cold so noses sniffle, a simple note of if your hope will glow and sizzle
And fix you Or hit the snow and fizzle
On nimble toes where most would tremble, im so official
Shadowed by the quiet courage of a holstered pistol
A pitbull roams inside a broken kennel, you know the flows a symbol
Cause blowing mentals leaves some open temples
Domes are smoking - with you - if you wrote what glows
And lends you hope and coal for stoves where coats essential, now slow the tempo
….and if you get both assembled
The pen and toast I tote akimbo you survive to meet your judgement though you know its sinful
I get your toes to tingle, a soul that’s cold is in the dopest single
And im as sick as fucking joseph menghele
credits
released 04 March 2012
written and performed by Jess Devitt. beat is O.C.'s "Crooklyn Dodgers" prod. DJ Premier, no copyright infringement intended.
written and performed by Jess Devitt. beat is O.C.'s "Crooklyn Dodgers" prod. DJ Premier, no copyright infringement intended.
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about
Jay Smoove is an 18 year old hip hop artist from Milwaukee, Wisconsin who is into a few
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things:
1. Rhyming. Complex, intricate, multiple syllable, assonant rhymes.
2. Emotion. Fans should be able to HEAR how an artist really feels
3. Imagery. Fans should be able to SEE what an artist is saying
4. Fun. Whether cracking jokes or hating on nameless sucker MC's, an often overlooked element is fun.
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