Freestyle with Pro Era lyrics

[Verse 1: Wati Heru]
I'm c*ntvinced c*ntcieted b*tches be the first to get they c*nt seeded
Birth c*ntrol, its c*ntfusing how she c*ntceived it
It's a c*ntspicuous c*ntspiracy how c*nt scheming
Running like cross country, just to get the c*nt creamin'
c*ntinuously on the hunt for c*nt
Seemed in a daze, c*ntsidering giving c*nt semen
Saying he’ll never get c*ntrolled by the c*nt demon
He contradicted, he’s c*nt addicted, cause c*nt see men
It's c*ntroversial, there's c*ntsequences cause the c*nt could hurt you
So listen to your inner c*ntscious, observe the c*nt circle
After approving c*ntact, view how the c*nt act, no prenup c*ntract
Usual c*nt trap, it's terrible
Pare into the parable, especially if you c*ntstillate
If she know you a star and the c*nt still late for monthly visits
If mother nature could c*ntcentrate she c*ntstiplates the c*nts debate
If it's worth the cake
If you don't pay the c*ntstible a c*ntinue to give another case
Can't be cunent in c*nt tent if you not making papes
Who said that this is a mans world need to get it straight
pus*y is power n*gga, respect the c*ntglomerate

[Verse 2: Capital STEEZ]
It's kinda scary though
Yo bro, peep the scenario
We had the tabs, fire, and the shrooms like Mario
This peach sumchin trying to shake their tail
You can tell, I wasn't really funking with the smell
She had a pill, but the pill had her slipping
Fly n*gga with a wingspan, we can't pay attention
My n*gga's bong ripping so of course we on a different floor
Hits, I started dozin' off for a minute
And then I went back to the vision
Of when I seen how they have blacks in division
Can't crack through the system
That's why we got crack through your system
Now we got the matrix hacked with precision
And that's a new flow for all you putos
Tryna to compare fools gold to Acapulco's
[Verse 3: Dirty Sanchez]
My n*ggas always high, they barely buyin'
Weed [?] broke my scale, I got a [?] and the pots frying
Blunts healthy, mommy so sick
I'm insulted, throw the pus*y back, catapult it
More cushion for the pushing, don't get comfortable kid
My ego's altered, dirty money in the vault and
n*ggas ain't safe in fact they ship shapes, switching plates
Via snakes, f*ck it
I don't know what else to say, popping off the top of the dome
It's the [?] my n*gga, we taking it home
From Brooklyn to f*ckin', I don't even know Rome
It could be anywhere else in the f*cking Earth, the globe
You don't understand what we doing, changing the whole view
Of the people, I don't give a f*ck if you got flu
You're not sicker than me, who the f*ck are you
Pro Era crew, Beast Coast, BC, I don't know
I'm not doing what you thinking, but I'm getting my paper
f*ck all of that sh*t, I'm just thinking
Later I'mma see, how we gonna handle the rest of the haters, f*ck it
Anybody else wanna see the Beast

[Verse 3: Wati Heru]
Freestyling in the cypher that's my, specialties
Started when I was two years old, especially
After 8 Mile, n*gga saw that sh*t and straight whylin'
Can't fool him, freestyling ever since that mother was on the island
Came through rap, he was a child then
Out in Staten, came through, back to Manhattan
Different sh*t, get the sentences, get the stats in
n*ggas couldn't get the chick I like stat, got the ratchet
n*gga was acting ratchet like, Worldstar sh*t
Ya you know, he was on the world n*gga, Worldstar sh*t, n*gga
Take a torch n*gga, rose on the torch n*gga
On some tribes and quests, try to quest n*gga
Like the tribes n*gga, try to digest n*gga
This is Q-Tip abstract, n*gga get that ass back
n*gga, I make your girl do ass laps
She came, she threw that ass back, damn
I didn't know what she doing, and then she got fluent
I influence influences every time that I do it
It's so sick, it's like ahh-choo
When I bless you with these heckler rhymes
Y'all n*ggas couldn't step to mine
[Verse 4: Dirty Sanchez]
It's the Brooklyn representative
No artificial intelligence
Just thinking in light, haven't even taken flight yet
I know you feel me, pull out your camcorders
Thousand ounces just bordered, you see your change it's just my hora
Over time, I became a reflection of brains
Cash, Mary Jane, what did I forget to mention
Well, fat blunts since the age of fifteen
Y'all smoke toothpicks, I pick the steak out of my teeth
Bon-Appetit, I'd rather be home sick, then homesick
Plastic cups with Robatussin keep me posted like Big's
Not budging or moving, I can't run it of [?]
Don't blink till you reach the top, keep up with stairs
No competition, f*ck it I'm just doing this, no dissing
But, my conglomerate's influenced lots of n*ggas missing
Everything they had, and their f*cking heart and passion
After that it's all old my n*gga

[Verse 5: Racks]
Looking at this money make me want to make some more of it
Put me on these tracks and I bet a n*gga slaughter it
[?] on some harder sh*t, that's because I'm hard as sh*t
Presidential holding clips, n*gga I ain't sparing of sh*t
Racks been on these tracks like a runner on his racing kit
Indiana pacing it, smoking as I lace a hit
Dealing with that stress will make a pus*y n*gga slit his wrists
Police come and line me up, but f*ck a pig I never snitch
Cause I be on some gangster sh*t like shooting up your mama sh*t
Been shooting up but I'm still allowed at they mama crib