Wild Lyle intro baby

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Intro baby
Verse 1
Yo I hit you with that freestyle/ remember that freestyle
I was like damn he’s a bad man/
By my 3rd installment you should be telling friends who I am
It’s teknician 4/ I got another batch
Started over from scratch/ wanted to change my name
But I’m still the same person my mama dropped out the hatch
Plus there’s no level any enemy can match
If you think you can/ here’s my flow try to catch
Your level aint raised up/ think you spit crazy
Was born an insane baby/
I know that these lames made me
I had it with this bullshit now it’s starting to phase me
I’m a class act kid but don’t play me
You messing with fire/ burn down your empire
New York State of mind/
I shred emcees like guitars owned by daytime
I’m not a killer don’t have to say crime
Release what’s on my brain/ say what’s on my mind
I am what I gotta be
Never doing you always doing me
Think about the flow/ set your mind free
Rock every beat in the industry
Oh my dude is so nice
Ballin’ before the birth of Christ
Beasting
Y not name this the Intro Baby
Verse 2
I constantly get hated all the time
I’m like dog why you feeling that way
I know I waste my breath/ got too much to say
They don’t even listen/ cause if they ever heard
They’d be banging their head off the curb
Thinking that boy from Long Island is absurd
No way he’s from the burbs/ it’s can’t be possible
I hop skip and leap over any obstacle
So what can’t be done I make probable
So every time I write the words are phenomenal
Realest stories/ fake ones shook
They reading books on how to be a crook
Like you aint even you no more
Mirror can’t stand the way you look
Rock a bandana still the same dude manana
By the end of the week/ the weak is bombarded with a lyrical fleet
I am what I gotta be
Never doing you always doing me
Think about the flow/ set your mind free
Rock every beat in the industry
Oh my dude is so nice
Ballin’ before the birth of Christ
Beasting
Y not name this the Intro Bab
Verse 3
That shipped done sailed/ it’s getting cold outside
Let me bring you the heat
Good guys aren’t even nicer than me
Any stone unturned/
Will leave a pirate ship bombarding your fleet
Taking over your oil/ temp is bout to boil
My crew is overrunning your soil
My are lyrics are infiltrating the ground
Like a body of water I am the LI sound
I do it all day by the Scotia Bay
No ones close to me Homey don’t play
You can find me with my homies all day
A national park/ geographic scenes
I getting it in by any means
If that’s the title of my album
Then buy Any means
That’s a sore subject too
Don’t make me have to subject this to you

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