Let Me Be Free
By: sidsolo703
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Description
This is one of the songs on my mixtape entitled "Virginia's 4 Bubblers" dropping 12/23/2010. This is the first rap song in history (according to my knowledge, but if you know of others, please inform me) that has the same rhyme scheme for 48 whole bars, or basically the duration of the whole song. The song has an ill freestyle or free verse vibe to it, thus the title of "Let Me Be FREE".
Lyrics
Unh, Yeah Greasy niggas leave me alone It's ya boy, Solo Just let me be free Greasy niggas leave me alone Just let me be free underneath my weed tree Greasy niggas leave me alone, don't try to see me Believe me you can't read the ill Graffitti Spray paint words disturb kill the beat completely Niggas take it easy, as i interweave these Lines sewed tighter than the seems where ya sleeves be I'm a rare species, girls wanna meet me When i depart, i'm in their heart, they feel they need me They used to intrigue me, now I'm in a league be- yond all the games people play this ain't Parcheesi It had me feelin queasy How sum people smile in ya face then later switch up like AC/DC Now i'm feelin breezy Flyin higher than the frequencies transmitted to ya TV Toke never seedy When the Gold Leaf Chief speaks, smoke signals rise from the tepee Ya eyes can't perceive me Mediums try to rap with my spiritual being using Ouija Board the jet now I'm out in Tahiti On the beach met a fly hoe named Nefertiti From Cairo, i know she wanna get freaky Cuz her eyes showed her intentions to please me Behind closed doors made the king size squeaky I'm so glad i went yo, the whole time was peachy Now she wanna keep me, i'm back on the streets be Stacking that cheddar, so you can call me cheesy She wants to be my b- r- i- to the d- e Told her i need space, but she still calls me weekly Yo i flow sleekly, as soon as i peep the Course of the beat with wild force call it beastly Don't try to beast me Or i might just have to leave ya chest breathless- feelin' weezy Pass me the greenery So i can participate then meditate on a new change of scenery My eyes red and sheeny, puffin on a bidi Chill 4 a minute then i'm out like Houdini Wherever i go yo, they happy to receive me They know i spit it true and never serpentinely So fresh and so clean gee, oh i mean extremely So fly, honies grant me wishes like genies They drawers all steamy Hopin to milk pleasures from ya boy S- I- D- whose joy's to keep it creamy And wetter than the seas be When this lion king takes the puddy cat out back and beats it meanly Yo i rock supremely, no matter who ya team be You stoppin me in a battle's not seemly Got girls in bikinis Feeding me lobster linguine as i stock gwap routinely To everybody in the 703 Much L- O- V- E- stack ya D- O- E To all the crews in the 202 Hold it down for ya fam, always stand true E'erybody in the 301 Keep countin them funds and have mo' fun To all my peoples in the 410 & the 540- Solo rocks 4 sho' Yeah!!!!!!
