Street Corner Freestyle - Tony Touch, Prodigy

This is that street corner curb rap, where all the dirt at

Rats, roaches, snitches and down bitches

Backstabbers and cut throat fuckers

Your own brothers, cousins and so called friends

They all wanna piece of your light 'cause light dark

They all turn on you easy 'cause life hard

I severed my ties with these frauds

Flamingo ass niggas, actin like broads

They mad 'cause my swag real swervy

Doc Martin’s lookin like a black nazi

Tony Toca, Shade 45

I’m Alejandro Sosa of rap music

I design sneakers for Supra

Nigga I shape and mold your future

I’m robbin this train, sit the fuck down

And shut the fuck up, you’s a project clown

I’m a global phenom, gorilla shit King Kong

Knock your head off of your neck, you do me wrong

I told you don’t never fuck with me

But this nigga don’t hear good until that heat

Rupture your eardrum, and fry your brain

My freestyle like free base and crack cocaine

I’m a O.G. young rollin stoner

Rolled it up, light it up take a plane get trippy

I grew up in the era of razors and buck 50′s

Violence and hardcore hip hop she dig me

Like archaeology

She lookin for a big bone she done hit the lottery