Yellow Snow Freestyle

(Christo)

Spittin', pissin' these bars, I'm Robert Kellz in the booth
It's some shit where you talk, I send some shells at ya tooth
If they know who you are, they play it cool, yeah it's cool
They don't know who you are, then I don't know, I don't know

See, my lil' niggas got lil' niggas, so I'm a grand-nigga
Stand with the same ones I was playing in sand with
90 cent cheeseburger, take half of the sandwich
Make plans, gotta expand, plans expansion

Reporting live from that place between sleep and awake
Recording rhymes, catch a vibe until the simplest state of mind
I shine bright, blind? My sight fine, write my lines
Fight like a nigga twice my size, I'm twice that guy

Enlightened, but I'm light in the ass, but fuck it
Stuck that, tucked that, right in the passenger
Wanna be bad, shoot at his cardiovascular
Starting a massacre, tryna be masculine

Give it to the game, no Vaseline
Swervin' in your lane, no accident
And I'm with the shit, no laxative
Then I hit the gas, nigga, puff, puff, pass to a pacifist

Middle finger fuck your magistrate
I'm your Majesty, ancestry
Traveled the Middle Passage
So I put on for my daddy's, daddy, daddy, daddy

And have my foot on they neck until I'm in the paddy wagon
Young Shaggy, swaggy laddy, had he came
From the fame and the change, would he be happy?

Or did them broke days sustain some rare habits
That in turn invoked a change, you can stare at it
I'm taking a stab at it, charismatically, satisfactory

Spittin' pissin' these bars, I'm Robert Kellz in the booth
It's some shit where you talk, I send some shells at ya tooth
If they know who you are, they play it cool, yeah it's cool
They don't know who you are, then I don't know, I don't know