MC Hammer (Freestyle) - Intellectual

I need a check like the engine

Put me on the guest list

He wanna do titles that I'm not really impressed with

Niggas in they ego

Rather take a mill yeah

Point me to that money paper long as my brazilian

Snatching wigs, I'm really their worst fear

If they can't hold their weight, I swear I slay 'em like reindeer

Even my dearest niggas was switching when I was down

I might go cop a jet, just be sure who's up now

Back in the zone and they know what I'm on

Bitches upset and I'm peeping the tone

Sing on the phone or a nigga and dip

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Tippin' the bitches while up in V-Live

Sipping on bottles, I don't do no wine

Wavier than the American flag

I'm a star, no spangled banner

Too legit like I'm MC Hammer

Money talks, and I got the grammar

Wiping niggas, no gammas, gammas

Everyday I wake up making headlines

Why the fuck the sleeping on me like it's bedtime

I just spent some hours at the car lot

My shoe game might be wetter than a swim top

They starin' at my pieces like it's wall art

Bitch, I got bigger diamonds than a ball park

You were never in the league

I put your nigga on the team

He say I'm doper than a fiend

And his brain better than a dean's list

He give me money, not flowers

I think he hurts than he ours

And his hair fly with no flower

Oh you think [?] no power

Yeezys squeezing, I just boasted up another level

All you bitches need some class, like a sports schedule

I can garantuee my name is in your search bar

I'm just showing them they averages like a report card

I've been giving them the game for a minute now

And if you're a pussy, we gon' drag you like a wedding gown

All these flavors, I could buy an ice cream shop

No vanilla bean, flyer than propeller wings

Everyday I elevate, flow under a [?]

And I'm so high, that I can jump right over heaven's gate

Hit 'em with that goddess flow

Then hop out that holy ghost

I mean she's cool, she's alright, but

She ain't know how to act

I give 'em a fever

Do shit at my leisure

Not up in the jungle but the snakes upon the t-shirt

I can flex for hours

Fuck you and your fake friends

Can't get close 'cause niggas dirty as the Days Inn

Bitch I'm on my craft flow

Dog 'em like it's pet code

Heavy like a sandtruck

On my money band it out

Looking like I'm André

Flowing like it's prom day

Niggas should not fuck with me, that could put them in harm's way

Money on the speed dial

Roll up, let the [?]

Flow so hard that I should charge 'em for the freestyle