Pump It Up Freestyle

Gimme that beat, fool
It’s a full-time jack move
Don’t worry, 'Schino, I'll give it back soon
Just having a little fun wassup, my nigga?
S dot, the Collection
Black Album coming soon
Just gon' vent a little bit
Have a little fun with it yes, yes

Ain't nobody dumpin' on Hov
You ain’t in sanitation
Or sanitarium, what are you
Crazy? Jay-Z'll bury 'em
I'll get you drug out the club
They'll have to carry 'em
Go ahead, bug out, I'll Raid, nigga, scurry
Worry, I'm, not
The Mike Jordan of the mic recording
It's Hovi, baby, you Kobe
Maybe Tracy McGrady
Matter-fact, you a Harold Miner
JR rider, washed up on marijuana
Even worse, you a Pervis Ellis
You worthless, fella you ain't no athlete
You Shawn Bradley
I ain’t talkin' to nobody in particular
My flow's just vehicular homicide when
I’m kickin' up DUST! Anybody in my path is a
Car crash waiting to happen nigga, WHAT!
I got my foot on the throat on
The pulse of this rap game
And I ain’t letting up, YUP!
Who’s the nicest? Life or lifeless
On these mic devices
And I don't write this, I just mic this
I will it to happen
One take Hov, I’m real at this rapping
My new name is Just the Facts
While the rest of y'all just adjust the facts
Put words together, just to match
I say what I feel, y’all adjust to that
I do the opposite of y’all so I just attract
The realer audience usually unjustly Black
Know my flow and the shit
They go through just match
Like the sound of my voice
And a choice Just track
I just tackle the subject
The flak from the public is nothing
I know real niggas happen to love it
If you don’t like it, then look in the mirror
Most likely you ain’t live it
So you don’t get it
You ain’t did it, so you can't vision
The picture I’m painting ain't vivid
The language I’m spitting is so foreign to ya
See what starving'll do to ya
Growin' up hard in a little
Apartment'll do to ya

Hah, I’m just talkin’ to ya
I'm just talkin' through ya