The FreakStylaz Anthem..ya' heard?

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Tekk {�� Ch�sen 1one}

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Who that emcee thats Westcoast born with N.Y. flavor like the Mets,

it's Tekk reppin the Home of the Athletics,

where the smoke from guns is more common than cigarettes.

I was broke yo,

grew up without CD players or cassette decks,

so while y'all was bumpin LL,

that was sumpin I haven't discovered yet.

But I was destined to be nice since I was fresh outta uterus,

fourth grade I 'member tryna get with this crew,

and they were like "Fuck, you still new-to-this."

Twelve grade now niggaz don't think I'm nice,

that's ludacrous,

ninth grade was my first time spittin on stage and the older dudes told me

I had the smoothest shit.

"You from the West dawg, why you sound like you rep-the-East?"

who the fuck made y'all hip hop's referee's,

Rap is Rap and Imma spit this shit 'til Tekk's-deceased.

At my Freakstyle discrpetancies continue to exceed all expectancies,

so expect to see,

anything less than ill to be diagnosed with permanent epilepsy.

Niggas wanna diss my rhymes,

all because I don't spit gangsta,

six years now armed with 2 LP's and all the shows plus FreakStylaz,

and I never gotta chance to thank ya'.

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E~X aka xplicit kontent

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For the second anthem-

Xplicits coming down on emcee�s like a crash landing-

Origin of my style beyond understanding-

Memphis bleek wouldn�t even have an indication-

To begin to understand the explicit kontent creation-

Lyrical Exploitation-

Taking your whole thought process over by means of manipulation-

Fuck battles I�m quick to kick ya facin-

With rhymes leavin ya mind choking from my mental asphyxiation-

When and where this style was established-

Unknown like tupac and biggies assassins-

Unknown Like the location of atlantis-

Spittin raps as fast as the earth spinnin on its axis-

You couldn�t pinpoint my style with an atlas-

An what I do to emcee�s who defy me-

Is a variety of tactics sick as poison ivy-

And when I start rhyming lively-

100 milligrams of methinphetime couldn�t Subside me-

Archeologists have combed the dessert for years in search of my way of rhyming-

See The only problem is, there is no way of finding-

Something that�s not tangible or able to be seen-

Lyrical cannibal fatal when emceeing-

Never has there been one sole capable to battle and survive it-

My dicks strictly for bitches, NOT FOR YOU WEAK EMCEE�S TO RIDE IT-

Fuck drugs, my rhymes so hot my lyrical slugs is what my brains was fried wit-

Mentally a menace like the last half of shy�s shit-

Speakin name you�ve just been pronounced legally insane-

An I�m only sick cuase our minds equally the same-

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Shymenace

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this is how it began for the menace individual/

this is how i got my stripes up in this art lyrical/

i remember 9th grade vividly/

i was a freshman in highschool impressed by one skilled emcee/

i did not know the nigga and to this day i dont either/

all i knew was that his rhymes were released fast as shells out heaters/

i admired his talent never did i hate/

knowing i would be nicer at a future date/

all i would need was dedication....incessant nights of training/

to later rip the life out emcees and have voltures land on they remainings/

i remember it like yesterday writin through late hours as a child/

many rhymes equivalent to what i can freestlye now my spits wild/

during gym up in the locker rooms i began rippin goons/

i met this cat named t-loo he sayed i gotta take you to the block soon/

he was a senior at the time tall with long dreds/

a real gangstah who wrote rhymes that i read/

today hez locked up but im cool with his click /

fuck that i put an annex on his click/

born strong be a link of that ctc squad/

lyrically our force is organized as criminal actions of the fuckin mobb/

now here i am lyrically controllin nigaz heart beats/

typin ill shit on this board where plenty styles i freak!!!!

:Hook:

::Lil Cos::

This is how we battle on the Freakstyle Board/

you say your cup runneth over while I'm fillin' up gourds/

::Xplicit::

xplicit, the wun who can't be fucked wit/

spit shit, like I've been mentally corrupted/

::Shymenace::

we all freakstylaz rappin sick this is how it began/

flipped the hour glasses flowing long as the falling sand/

::Tekk::

You a freakstyla...then you the cream of the crop/

we been the best around whether you believe it or not/

Peep the 1st Anthem or the 3rd Anthem or the 4th Anthem or the 5th Anthem or the 6th Anthem or the 7th Anthem or the 8th Anthem or the 9th Anthem

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