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Freeway & Jake One
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African Drums
[Intro - Freeway - talking]Worldwide shit, we all over the globe Y'all know, Freezer! [Verse 1 - Freeway]I traveled from overseas back, Free's back, to each his own I had the businesses, ? home I chatted in the jet like Special Ed I flown Back to Africa, too bad I had to leave my chrome Passport on file (file), condo by the Niles (Niles) The camera tried to follow this top model to Cairo (yeah) Get a few female +Top Models+ to swallow (that's right) When they finished with Tyra, then then holla at the boy (woo!) Yeah, some of my homeland's ravaged from the war It's vital that I visit some spots out of The Bible I'm by the Red Sea, not the Dead Sea All tracks get destroyed like Sodom and Gomorrah (let's go) [Chorus - Freeway]It don't matter where you at, it's matters where you from That's why I spit hood raps over African drums You gotta rep where you from, no matter where you be That's why I spit street raps over African beats It don't matter where you at, it's matters where you from That's why I spit hood raps over African drums I shut it down and leave with your Queen to be [Verse 2 - Freeway]Witches in the tuck like the young King Tut I was dustin the murder tracks while they were wrappin him up He was rulin over Egypt Now I'm on my way to be rulin over rap, body people on they remix I got the belt flow would leave Michael Phelps seasick I'm chasin wealth, people like 'who the hell he is?' It's L-E-S, Freezer his L-E-S Flow is just as wet as the Arabian Sea is I post up in the Arabian Peninsula I'm a Muslim, I follow the Sunnah and never deviant Thaw, other rappers do not have the ingredients Not wicked with the tongue like young Free is [Chorus][Verse 3 - Freeway]It's the rap Prince Akeem, your mom's dream In other countries I'm always heard but not seen Except for the internet but I'm a store force 'em Different cities monthly, I'm goin on a world tour These other rappers' flows gettin old but not Free's I got a hold, I'm in control, y'all sloppy I like my hoes, pigeon-toed, knock-kneed Bring it home for papi? Rock and roll +Pop, Lock & Drop It+? Like Nia Long They comin short with the profit, I lock and load Stay in touch with the right broads via phone These other niggaz they might blow but we explode, yeah [Chorus]
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