This Is Not A Dis Freestyle - Sage Francis

Yeah yeah, It’s like this

I’m representing TSS

This is secret service

Yes yes

Check this

No word double i

You could never adapt to my habitat

With a third eye that’s got a cataract

And a blurs mind that thing’s if you have a gat

You automatically have superb rhymes

Kick to the curb when I’m kicking a battle rap

Land is what you are riding a Cadillac

Lying about being a star (huh) is that a fact

I’ve got my name on my credit card like Darryl Mack

But rhymes about a car, money, or power is whack

With the yah yah, sha clack clack

Something just ain’t right about a cracker asking where his niggas at

Saul Williams had all civilians think that ish was phat

Leaping tall buildings for small children still missing

Find them and bring em back

Rewind it and sing it black

If it was up to me your whole CD would be a hidden track

Cause you’re from knowing jack

They’re like a poetry like Kerouac

You can’t shoot me down you’re out of ammo want your arrow back

You don’t have no back

So don’t front like when you’re attack

I keep involved like a DJ Shadow track

Cut you up like a poor man’s sample

My men here will trample and then will stand still

Before we drop rhymes like an anvil

Too hot to handle too cold to grip

Plus what you say is rubbish so why you holding it

Trust that you’ll get punished

The microphone I grip will bust in your face from some ish

You’ve got a swollen lip

I’ve been know to flip and be wild since the days I was breastfed

Till I’m old and sick and senile and laying in my deathbed

With a broken hip, no teeth from my smile while my chest bled

I freestyle about being left for dead

Now I’m one breath ahead

My last words will rhyme with my first one

To sum up my existence through hip hop with a verse son

I curse some it might sound like I’m from the worst slum

My mind is in tune with time and my heart beat is the Earth’s drum