Dangerookipawaa Freestyle

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Yeah

Yeah, ayy, man, listen

Soulo hold a prophecy, I got a premonition (Yeah)

I'ma let the beat build and do some demolition (Yeah)

Interrupt your whole style, this an inhibition

Kamikaze everybody, Eminem edition

Yeah

Haha, yeah

Yeah

(What's this?), uh

This the, this the flavor in your ear, and it's brand new (Uh)

Craig Mack been back, bitch, where you? (Where you?)

Started from the bottom like a square root (Yeah)

Then we kept it in the family like an heirloom (Squad)

Wagyu, medium, I'm in rare form

She hit the split, landed on the dick like Air Jordan

Will he raise up? I got to know (Yeah)

Uh

Nat Turner with the curly hair (Yeah)

Pullin' strings like John Mayer (Uh-huh)

Probably make a bitch wish come true out the blue (Yeah)

Rub the oil lamp and I'm there, yeah

Monkey see, monkey do, my nigga, ask Abu (Huh?)

I'm on a magic carpet stompin' down Central Avenue (Yeah)

Del Amo Boulevard was all I knew

I sold my dream to Punch and Dude, they turned me to the fuckin' truth (Facts)

Yeah

Haha, yeah

Yeah

Hah (Uh)

And the flow is alpaca (Rare)

My state of mind is more NASA than half ya (Yeah)

Yeah, black lip pastor

'Bout it 'bout it, baby, illest nigga in Nebraska

Outlaw breakin' all the rules (Huh)

Pac ashes in the spliff, I'm un-topable

(Will he raise up? I got to know)

That's all I got for you

Yeah, uh

Yo

Another moment of most dopeness for Malcolm McCormick

On the prowl for another style that I stick a fork in

The steak was eighty an ounce, my elbows on the table

I got manners, but breakin' the rules is what we came to do

My lady built like she belong in a stable, I'm on my high horse

They call me Soulo, the irony is to die for

(This ain't a movie, dawg), this bag ain't full of no popcorn

You ain't up to par with me, nor are we on the golf course

Hidden gem like a YMCA in the boondocks

The weapon shop could not keep secret for too long

I'm Dangeroo Kipawaa, refrain from gettin' involved

Or your safety's at stake for sure like a surf and turf you enjoy

Raw backwards on all of you rappers, you heard it before

The rawest rapper of the planet's name is Herbert IV

Sex, drugs, money, and mayhem, the workers of Satan

Still take 'em to church and say Amen, my words in a playpen

Ridiculous, the sickest with it, you just a common cold

So novice, I'm the post office pushin' the envelope

Moosa had to remind me who the god was

I ain't on my knees, but I'm praying on him regardless

Matt need a new crib for his baby

So big, he be forgettin' where the crib for his baby

Dot told me: This time, we demandin' respect

Milk the game for all it's worth like a mammary gland, ayy

Man

Yeah

Wait for it, wait for it

Soul