Night Freestyle
This is pure freestyle you se, writing without thinking, only for the ill cats, absorbing when you blinking, beats and transfromed bass lines, subliminal teachniqe build up by moonschine, in the afterhours here in Sydney, Nightshift here, im comming trough, in endless boordom and nothing to do, everyone in the house is sleeping, im a bit hungry but got nothing to eat in, this house, maby go outside and stab a mouse, fry in the pan, eat up and call myself crayzy and dumb, and yes im sober, but from the party yesterday i still got hangover, thats how it goes when you party in the City, mad hip hop nights with freestyles and chyper, freestyled the whole night with my man Scott, mad as freestyler always keep it real when he rhyme from the top, of the dome, enter a new level of freestyle in an intergalactic zone, heard Dos Noun in the background, even the microphone start cry evil rhymes, and i was so pist, but im tired now, so i stop freestyle and twist my mouth with my fist
Manager: Underground Beats
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