lloyd banks-huntin season (freestyle) Lyrics

quarantine is cool i had plans to stay in my bag this summer
things i gotta prove again.30 caliber magnum hunter
chip heavy as ever
another challenge i’m back in front of
niggas get in their feelings and burn they bridge
i’m the acid under
my jersey’s a classic number
might be one of significance
ask ya mother
ratchet wonder
never had a rappin’ blunder
came a long way from that couch with the plastic cover
it’s hunting season
corona mask and the accurate drummer
your favorites are shook i’ve been poking at them this whole time
i get in my zone again shit’d be changin’ rapidly
they thought i was dead i raised out the ground of a gold mine
but i sympathize for anyone that should come after me
call who you wanna
10 out of 10 imma drag em all
20/20 with.30-30 rapper heads on cabin walls
drop the rest off at niagara falls
i’ve been active the last two decade
smashing flaws
bloody shoes and matching floors
i gotta history of buzzer-beaters
killers get invitations to my game night
human bones for the puzzle pieces
new york is on my back
auto mack with the muzzle features
i’m gon’ need all my plaques bubble wrapped in the double sequence
i’ll catch you eventually
hard to shake all the scramblers off
casualties in my camera roll
customize all my camouflage
rambo ammo loaded belt buckles
fumble ya plans
you lost
prepare your candles
troll i’ll spell trouble
chuck all ya damage off
should have never been crossin’ me
lay em out perpendicular
celebrate for the parish
and party on the peninsula
making this book a masterpiece
20 chapters convincing ya
so sinister
40 new bars sharp as ya minister
remington pump or cali
say my name in any room
it’ll echo like teddy riley
i’ve been punching by the twos
and they hittin’ hard as vitali
bring the loudest imma sleep em
another victim to carry
get politicians from ’round me
nigga way before the camera clicks
made my way through the amateurs
studied learned all advantages
top fiver
unanimous
ugh
my flows a hammer fist
ooh” and “awwing” the panelist crews lying in bandages too high off the cannabis fire will make em all fiend punctured lung or a jaw break competition ain’t winning shit we advising to all tank leave a bomb on ya porch fate vietnam with the war paint be accomplished it’s more hate re-up boxing in storm gates banks”