Pump It Up (Freestyle)

Gimme that beat fool, it's a full time jack move

Don't worry Skano, I'll give it back soon

Just having a little fun, what's up up my ****?

S. Dot The Collection

Black Album coming soon

Just gonna vent a little bit

Have a little fun with it

Yes, yes

Ain't nobody dumping on Hov

You ain't in sanitation or sanitarium

What are you crazy, Jay Z will bury 'em

I'll get you drug out the club, they have to carry 'em

Go ahead bug out, I'm Raid, **** scary

Worry, I'm not the Mike Jordan of the mic recording

It's Hovi baby, you Kobe, maybe Tracy McGrady

Matter fact, you a Harold Miner, J. R. Rider, washed up on marijuana

Even worse, you a Pervis Ellis, you worthless fella, you ain't no athlete

You Shawn Bradley

Now I ain't talking to nobody in particular, my flow's just vehicular

Homicide when I'm kicking up dust

Anybody in my path is a car crash waiting to happen

****, what?

I've got my foot on the throat

On the pulse of this rap game and I ain't letting up, yup

Who's the nicest, life or lifeless

On these mic devices and I don't write this

I just mic this, I will it to happen

One take Hov, I'm real at this rapping

My new name is Just The Facts

While the rest of y'all just adjust the facts

Put words together, just to match

I say what I feel, y'all adjust to that

I do the opposite of y'all so I just attract

The realer audience, usually unjustly black

Know my flow and the shit they go through

Just match like the sound of my voice and the choice just track

I just tackle the subject, the flack from the public is nothing

I know real **** happen to love it

If you don't like it then look in the mirror

Most likely you ain't live it so you don't get it

You ain't did it so you can't vision the picture I'm painting

Ain't vivid, the language I'm spitting is so foreign to ya

See what starvin' will do to ya

Growing up hard in a little apartment'll do you ya

I'm just talking to ya, I'm just talking through ya