Tical Freestyle

Check it

Just how deep can shit get?

Deep as the abyss and brothers is Meth-ish, accept it

In your cross color, clothes you crossed over

Think I totally crossed out and criss-crossed

Who the boss? (Who the fuck?)

Get tossed to the side, and I'm the dark side of the force

Some shit

Now, what we doin' is screwin', Meth-Tical

Oh my God, what we doin'?

The guy in the stallion head like, "Ha"

Yeah, hook 'em up, yeah, hit me then

Check it

Ayy, you want me to rhyme now? (Yeah)

Okay, check it out, check it out

Check it out, check it out

Check it out, check it out, check it out

My mind's on the rhyme, ain't a damn thing funny, gettin' money

Blaze, represent, kill the fraudulent, fuck nigga

Givin' me the grill, nowadays everybody tryna keep it real

Fourth disciple, hit me with the 30-30 rifle

Beats from the streets, mega trifle

Rap gymnastic, flippin' from the cradle to the casket

Take another pull, fantastic

It's the Method, not the plastic

Man, comin' down like hourglass sand, check the tactic

Flow PLO, PLO, now you know the ultimate in rhyme legenda

Peep the counterfeit and all get snake bitten

Filled up with deadly venom

Johnny Blaze get up in 'em

Play 'em out like Lee Denham

Can you dig it?

Can a nigga eat?

Can I live? It gets no deeper

Whoever slippin' get the sleeper

Hold, faces of death, body cold

On some Evil Dead Part 2, swallow your soul

Mind's on the rhyme, ain't a damn thing

Blaze, represent, kill the fraudulent, fuck nigga

Ha, hold up, I gotta say a rhyme

Know what I'm sayin'? Check the joint now

Check the joint now, check the joint

I get drunk off of cheap wine and hold frontline

Nigga wanna front, fine

Fuck with me and mine, rain on your sunshine

Swine nigga come as hard as a pork rind

Can you dig it? Only five percent live it

While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it

Peep the stallion, half of y'all need to quit it

Frontin' hard and be soft as the cotton knitted

No balls at all, if you do, son, then get with it

Razor sharp, in my jawbone, I might spit it

Dealin' with it on a everyday basis

Roam where it get cold and stack glaciers

In the zone is Tical, once again stoned

Throw your hands in the air and puff a meth bone

Did you ever get the feelin' for that fat shit?

Somethin' different from that R&B and rap shit?

Ha, well, here it come from the lung, I amaze 'em

Fire in the sky, peep me now, Johnny Blaze, uh