Petey Wheatstraw Freestyle Lyrics

Like the 'pollo, I, the holy spirit of Chicago

Married to the game, I should have took the bitch to Cabo

I know, I know like Bill Withers, feel niggas

They say, "Stay safe" but they still hit us

Fill the rivers, it's like the ghost of Emmett Till with us

We got black cards, now they gotta deal with us

Rihanna got a bil', they gotta deal with the sisters

In pursuit of happiness, I ask God to Will Smith us

Blessed are the meek, we inherit Earth and then we speak

Into existence, I'm rooted in black thoughts like Tariq

I was a drifter, now I'm a shifter of paradigms

An upliftеr of tethered minds

Forеver signed to the art form, no, things didn't start warm

Wrinkles in time 'til I met my Tony Starks form

And straightened it out, Iron Man

While some was workin' the pots and frying pans

Some of my guys moved keys like Robert Glasper

They gave me room so I could be a master

My book of life, I write it like a Christ chapter

When Hip Hop was dead I met it in the life after

Vision in the hereafter, listenin' to Donny Hatha

Tryin' to find a way to get my people out the trap or the prisons

Talkin' with my daughter, I learned to listen

She's studyin' law, I told her, "make firm decisions,"

This is a prism of Hip Hop realism

From the block we arisen, still we walk like Egyptians

This the not-need edition, Planet Rock reinvention

The lock key ignition to them Ali dimensions

Grew up around Stones and they rocked me the wisdom

They yell, "All is well," and it got me to wishin'

2Pac, the ambition, I'm keepin' my head up, I am a rider

From the black pool of genius and I'm a diver

Striver of perfection, inside of my inflections

The blessings of the destined restin' with no questions

These are the strides of a knocker

Took time to myself like Naomi Osaka

Took time off to never rhyme soft, my mind's off

The grid that I climbed off, I'm live 'til I sign off

My man Murray said, "never take your shine off,"

Sometimes I go offline to get these lines off

My crown chakra's like a Chi-town opera

Violence, violence, they broke in my crib and seen Oscars

Emmys, Grammys

Damn he near a EGOT and he still Hip Hop

I'm to rap what Bird is to Bebop, what AI is to Reebok

What Jada is to D-Block, the game need a detox

Go get your turmeric, your Dr. Sebi Sea Moss

Burning sands that we crossed for the tribes that we lost

In a war with stars, I make niggas into ewoks

I'm a rap god but still human like the beatbox

Like (beatbox sounds) a one, two

Rest in peace to Biz Markie, honor those that spark me

I spit verses like girls get purses

Some rappers get by and some get purchased

My shape's earthless, I came to earth's surface

To reverse curses and birth purpose, my verse nurtures

A woman's worth is first, it's a soul merchant

Like a sneaker head, I just keep soul searchin'

As far as freestyles, I go wild like no churches

My occupation, greatness is my coworker

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