The Recreation

This ain't no

Right foot up or left foot slide

You wont be feeling on this track when your hype man die

Im at your burial, watching your n***** let you down

Im the imperial superior created with raw material

Im waiting for the crown, you best let the whole town know

Johnny Depp or George Jung ill let the pound blow

Im shooting with deuce deuces, who you choosing

If you bringing nine, I brought a 9

I guess we both losing oh

Im omni man flying all up in the air

Yes i am Fresh and Im the Prince, but this is not gone be Bel-Air

Its rap shit

You best pump the brakes or feel the traction

Retracting a fraction before my passion the reason you end up crashing

The prodigy of bars so you know Im wreaking havoc

You leaking panic, they screaming "Tragic!"

What Im doing to this beat, some might interpret it as graphic

Fact is

Tempering is peaking, lay on the mattress

Your casket

To be filled with hollows, Im an assassin

Im so fantastic

You understand that this a classic?

But now Im asking, what really happened?

I see you gasping

Now you must bow to the future king of rapping