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lirik lagu jimmy poindexter - a cruel freestyle

act i: k!ll the game, but have fun

t.i. – “swagga like us”

we livin’ in unprecedented times
for that, i weave a message in these rhymes
for that, a smith & wesson might be shined
have you ever caught your momma sniff a line
while you lookin’ for a snack—
walk right back into your room like it was fine?

listen, a true square, a virgin ’til i was 21
i knew what a crip was before a honey bun
i knew where the clip was and then i found the gun—
it was under the couch, next to the cheeto crumbs

a product of my environment, genetically proven
if the nation is shootin’
who you gon’ look for guidance?
them hood n~ggas in front of the liquor store
or the republicans in thong flip~flops lookin’ f~ckin’ clueless?

useless—vince said he would’ve signed to ruthless
in ’93, i would’ve signed to jd
w.e.b. du bois with a microphone and some broken t~~th
i’m somewhere between a g~nius and a n~gga from the streets
you know how hard it is to know
these boys out here can’t f~ck with me?
i wanna give y’all somethin’ new, new stuff to see
i’m talkin’ to you n~ggas out in florida, georgia, texas
all y’all lunch to me

i like to call my shots before i hit the target
i’ma dominate the underground and then the market
nothin’ you can do to stop it— come and kiss the ring
seen new faces enter the scene lackin’ that energy
before you n~ggas step in the ring, go do yo’ history

nas – “still dreamin’”

you not f~ckin’ with a n~gga like me
you still on type beats
take the training wheels off and we can push a pedal

i’m from the ghetto—
they keep a heater to tan~dem
man down, i x’d out all of your mandem

i don’t play games, i à la carte it just like p
then write obituaries for your fandom
when i drop a verse about how
i’d murder that boy with god present— word to abraham
just to know it isn’t random
i hold the game ransom
like my momma did that anna linens with that magnum
magazine dreams— need to do a shoot with maxim
a n~gga so handsome, my dad made cain
i guess that makes him adam

but it’s gettin’ awk—
’cause i married eve
and we don’t speak what we conceive to you publicly
so what the f~ck do y’all fo’? this ain’t tel aviv

if we really had a kid, you wouldn’t hear from me
hmm
i ain’t even drop my b~st~rd yet, i mastered depth
all that sh~t before was wet behind the ears
never got to relax the stress

by 20, had to bury my mom with massive debt
in 2025, i straightened my trajectory
i’m glad i didn’t blow on ~ghettoland
that’d be the death of me
i didn’t understand my sh~t was rooted
way deeper than i thought

but even then i knew you fools was not a threat to me
i’m jimmy poindexter— that’s my government, respect that
you dead~name me, you might as well just wear the red hat
don’t say i didn’t warn ya
and this is just the intro—
was born in las vegas, i was raised in california
let’s start over

act ii: lyricism & hits? both can be true

acapella interlude 1

n0body knows who the f~ck i am right now
f~ck what i did before— where i’m at? right now?
let me tell you somethin’, kid
this world has patience for no man
you gotta put the ball in yo’ hands

you can play it by the book
or you could learn to write a hook
but me? i plan to do it all
let’s go ham— i’m talkin’ ’bout:
dre on the chronic
i’m talkin’ snoop dogg on no limit
i’m talkin’ kanye vs. congress
yeah, this is the west, i’m on a conquest
cali is active— f~ck being conscious

tha dogg pound – “cali iz active”

and we back like that
that boy ain’t ever shot a gun
why he act like that?
sag his pants, twist his hands
and his strands like that?
hmm… guess we really just that cool

don’t say you of the culture
if you never watched waist deep
pray for ’em if they preyin’ on me
tryna play me, pushin’ heavy metal—
got me chiseled like i’m az

i got firm belief ’cause i’m “rather unique”
hitmaker jimmy, so i had to switch styles
i can give you depth like saba, i’d rather make piles
try to balance my humiliation trials with hard raps
the only one with the vision to battle with all that

kendrick lamar – “squabble up”

shake the game up— that’s what i plan to do
if you wanna crash, b~tch, i go crash bandicoot
shouldn’t fear the dumb n~gga beatin’ his chest
you should fear the quiet one, movin’ through with gratitude

moved in with my dad and he gave me a pistol
kept in my nightstand right next to the skittles
it was lost on me— didn’t think of the implications
imagine my shock when he told me to get a day shift

tribulations of men who not s’posed to make it
wasn’t s’posed to be smarter than half of you boys wastin’
sp~ce in the game, might take his advice
’cause if i’m this nice and not famous
this sh~t is heinous

clipse – “mtbttf”

internet the wild west boy, it’s k!ll or be k!lled
they ain’t crazy, they don’t know how insanity feel
seen n~ggas get chipped in broad day with minimal chills
but i draw the line at lackin’ comprehension sk!lls

n~ggas don’t read— remind me of dope fiends
don’t care for the details, just want another hit of that dopamine
as quick as a double tap— one to the chest, one to the head
hate to say it… some of y’all better off dead

i’m no~nonsense if we talkin’ perspective
i’m rap josh johnson
somebody had to tag me
the way you n~ggas are not it
this is the part i’d flex an accolade or car on you
but that would be like aimin’ bazookas at pym particles

clipse – “p.o.v.”

only 20 years young— told the story ’bout a hunnid times
this sh~t can get exhaustin’ but a pipe has never hit my mind
i’m wearin’ sweater vests and writin’ murder raps, you idiot
respect my gangsta, i’ll respect ya pimpin’
take this serious
bigot talkin’ sh~t online
them bots come in a myriad
i caught ’em out in public
p~ssy n~gga got his period

i wish the demographic had attracted more women
maybe they’d be more willin’ to act like
they have some f~ckin’ sense
shiiieet—
i’ll double downed the power

was ’round them n~ggas who’d a k!ll
to have this quarter pounder
i got a million streams and caught a strong hint of flounder
the goal posts moved— still got my groove
i’m still man of the hour

nothin’ to prove, you disapprove
must be aloof to showers
respectfully, go touch some grass
and eat my f~ckin’ trousers
i make the wave, they surf the web
i’m livin’ in they browsers
rap rap somethin’ somethin’
you a debby downer

acapella interlude 2

the duality is jarring to some
ask will.i.am where he from
ain’t got time for n~ggas that’s dumb

real ones get the money and acclaim
rap circles ’round the lames
student of the game, i’m proud to be one
you want respect? you earn it
go getchu some, homie
you want respect? you earn it
go getchu some, homie
you want respect? you earn it
go getchu some, homie
you want respect? you earn it
go getchu so—

sabrina carpenter – “bed chem”

i come from ridin’ bikes
right in front of that public housing
that “hurry up and buy,”
ain’t no time for no colored browsin’

now it’s n~ggas only slightly younger than me
dumber than me, catchin’ all of the grace
while they trip off the way i’m soundin’

the way that a n~gga see it—ain’t no winnin’ with y’all
i’d rather be transparent than pretend
i’m pennin’ with y’all in mind

how i see it—either ya’ suck or you do it like us
i’m independent, nothin’ left to discuss

jay~z – “i just wanna love u (give it 2 me)”

you either gotta have “la” in ya name or “russ” to fit in the game
a shame—
that’s not a shot, that’s just a fifth of my brain

my two cents done got me further
than a goofy on the bench opinion
my blueprint a culmination of my split decisions

they let the boys with zero vision drive the uber car
hip~hop was dead— we moved too far
we need some brand new superstars?
well, here is my petition

i got it all and a chipped tooth
i’d never let nas down—
i’m runnin’ sh~t up in this booth

we just gettin’ warmed up

act iii: the start of a new dynasty

acapella interlude 3

perhaps i was too subtle with my disgust
you have some respect, but that bubble is ’bout to bust
they only see you ’cause the lighting is dim
god never liked ugly— how i know? ’cause i’m him

lot of n~ggas got opinions how i’m moving
don’t see none of this the same
me and you are not congruent

racism, s~xual & non~s~xual abusin’
car chases, robberies, pre~rolls in embalmin’ fluids
o’jays on holidays, egg nog in the hennessy
family here to tennessee, matchin’ tees for the reunion

see, this ain’t a group project— i can’t do it how they do it
i’m not playin’ god, everyday i have to play human
f~ck you— there ain’t a soul i want to be like, clown
cue the music and let j rock now, let’s get into it

tyler, the creator – “yonkers”

well aware of everything you think of me
there’s not a soul on earth’s opinion above me
just had to get that off my chest
’cause at this point, the old me would’ve loved me

so f~ck you, like syndrome, i go nutty
i stand outside the crowd
missed a shot or two, okay, i understand it now
it’s hard to share a unique perspective
they say i’m not allowed

joey, i grew up on 1999, i’m very proud
but now anything north of 30 is gettin’ 86’d
four the set, i get down— this ain’t the ’70s

i keep the peace, but when i’m on mic
i aim for clarity
i didn’t mean to make mommas cry
i pray for the therapy
they scr~pin’ n~ggas off of the floor
i’m there like “you missed a piece”

mr. clean— caught many stains
n~ggas aware of me
don’t get it f~cked up, i wear wigs
you should be scared of me
the same n~gga wearin’ the suit and tie
is the same one dunkin’ on you
wearin’ durags and slides
don’t get euthanized

i swear to me
which one you want today, homie? you decide
they haven’t seen a n~gga like me
i might be akin to nas
it’s joneses on my granny’s side
from ny and to la
james brown my great~granddaddy
it’s in my dna

since prism tribe, been murderin’ instrumentals
and beat the case
i know they hate when less known rappers
is better than they faves
remain unfazed, i do not chase
attract what they say i can’t

this life i’ve lived is looney
they tunin’ in ’cause they resonate
f~ck the gatekeepers— i plant c4 and i detonate
a crazy n~gga, 4c hair
that’s why they can’t ride the wave

it’s just me, michael, prince, and katt
sittin’ on the side
a normal life deprived
been f~cked up before the age of five
i feel insane inside
watchin’ these boys who couldn’t hang get prized

with double xxl covers— f~ck the numbers
put the fame aside
who really gettin’ busy
when the lyrics sittin’ side to side?
it’s ’bout to be a long 4 years
if i were you, i’d hide

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