Lyrics
Freestyle Battle
Sat in his room writing the sickest rhymes
For the freestyle battle of his life.
Where the way you say, the words you say,
Makes the decision of being broke or paid.
Being from the north he’d have to enter big,
So he started a gang called the bloody crypts.
No one wanted to join, he got no respect
But at the end he had no regrets
Extreme times, calls for extreme measures
Especially when you lost your job,
The day you lost your wife.
Got no fears,
He walked right through the smoke that’s cleared
Ready for the freestyle battle of his life
Digging deep for inspiration
To write singles that sweep the nation
Candy coated plastic
Oh. How it sells!
No featured artist behind me
Don’t need no lyrical army
Take your coat-tail
With you to hell.
Why is the city’s floor covered in garbage?
2005, Toronto’s feels the carnage
Although it’s tragic, no need to panic
People are running, even asthmatics.
But don’t leave this city yet,
Because some idiots
Decide to ruin the fun for everyone
I know that this song is no justice,
Though it sure as hell is better than nothing.