🎵 Big 3 Freestyle // by Kirk Jr

2 ContributorsBig 3 Freestyle Lyrics [Beat: 1: Like That] Yeah, It's K If you facin' me then bet Any mistake will leave you dead Gettin' cash money young Since I was a little Drake and Weezy stan And you niggas like Megan with the hatin' But ion play, my “pranks” will leave you dead Bitch I ain't joshin', I will pull out the Drac' Like “take it easy man” No snitch on my “watch” 'Cause like time, they will tell You'll find when the Fleece in sync We get grimey as hell Nigga try, you will fail Ya potnas gon find you in hell Ain't tryna hear no H-I, get lit like a J I ain’t tryin to spell But those that come aftеr K get “smoked” As well, that’s why you an L So If your art comе up, it’ll come apart Shit beyond subpar We the team, we lifting up the bar; It’s above the stars Sent it up to God Even when he get to pennin’ up a storm Shit ain’t up to to par Give it up, you are Frauds at it Whole squads average And I’m more savage than 21 Samads And it’s quite like that Diamonds white/black See them shits dancin’ My ice kinda like Mike jack You gon hear a fkn “Night-Night” before you guys die Because the .9 snipe where ya nightlight’s at Time for me to swipe the limelight back Hoe you dead Cold shit go over heads like ice packs You think you doper than that What kinda hoe shit is that Actin’ like you don’t know for a fact When we both on the track You just the opening act You the goat? That’s a joke, didn’t laugh Don’t give a shit that you broke Gon be more broken than that You gettin’ cut off, like tryna say “Im broke, can I have-“ ‘fore you get broken in half [Beat: 2: 7 Minute Drill] Lemme switch up the beat You puttin’ up fists but I got arms, bitch You ain’t special to me That’s why I call em arms ‘Cause that’s the length I keep each weapon in reach I’m like the Titan submersible He better re-think ‘fore he Steppin’ to (step into) me He gonna need like 7 MDs Like the beat name abbreviated Emcees deviated Leave an emcee inebriated The Aleve he ate ain’t alleviate it At being last; you lead in that Need me to spaz, no need to ask Like you cheat in class, you’ll easily pass Yeah the beat is ass, but I beat its ass That shit was really lit, did you pen it tho Like you men are cloaked In some revealing clothes in a centerfold You been exposed Silly hoes suggestin’ I’m ever lyrical miracle? Well, when you fold, I’m bettin’ Your every lyric’ll mirror Cole You feelin’ bold? Well let’s rap, that’s an option Oh he ain’t want the scrap ? That’s when gats get to poppin’ & Me not poppin back? That do not happen often But niggas talkin smack? We just smack cats for talkin’ [Beat: 3: Push Ups] I ain’t apologizing for shit I’m needin all the smoke and I ain’t Cole, am I? So don’t trip You started shit and saw the demise of all them guys that you with It got you sick, how when ya bros die They hoes ride in the whip, nigga Hoe don’t cry Should’a kept a closer eye on ya bitch The Fleece’s fort is fortified With this .45 in my grip I hold click, dump the whole clip On any mole that spy on the clique Then hoes split cuz the pole’ll rise I’m polarizing as shit Only language is victory Enemies speak with defeat We pull up to ya door masked up No Trick or Treat, cause ain’t shit is sweet If he dishin’ beef with the Fleece well we Leavin’ chickens seasoned in a fricassee Proceed to beat em til we see em bleed I bet he gon plead for an EMT- [Beat: 4: Taylor Made Freestyle] -but he gon need more than that For a chance at beatin’ me that easily Perhaps a “Masterclass of rapping” CD A KOTD or Smack Battle Rap DVD Or a chat with a rap deity via chat GPT You bastards rats tryna eat for free You gon starve We gon pull yo “card” You get “stamped” when I “snap”; EBT Pretend but don’t give a damn for the blacks; BET You gon get CTE when we stamp on ya caps; TDE [Beat: 5: euphoria] Found where ya money at, but it’s locked Finna just “spring on the clown” Then I’m jackin’ the box I attract any opps? They gettin’ scrapped up and snatched Other words; jacked and then boxed Dracula’s jaws got less of a grasp Wanna have it back? My bag of gags and props Finna have you in shock I’ll wind up the toy Tho it ain’t a jack in the box You’ll be taken aback when it pops So you frauds ain’t seein' me Unlike ya broads when you act up So nigga back up Money stacked up Like your odds of beating me A l’il wobbly You was armed to the teeth Til we caught you flossin’ Then you lost em, easily Y’all ain’t strong or tough Ya arms ain’t even long enough to box it up with a cosmic deity in true glory ya Gonna hear the Euphoria track ‘fore he attacks hoes And this axe im holding put holes in acts Who be actin’ holy Hammer on me, case I need to whack a mole He think he gon hold me back I’d just tag my homie Like when Jayv and me gettin it in with some freaks We get twins in the suite; Ain’t no Zack and Cody I swear this should put me in the MVP Cuz me and the beat, we be like Shaq and Kobe And rappers know we [Beat: 6: 6:16 in LA] Slid when they women home And spread em like misinfo And niggas be switchin’ hoes How Drizzy be switching codes And this ain’t dissin' Cole But if niggas show me it’s ‘like that’ With a poke, and a diss unfold? I won’t diss and fold Im squeezin necks What he even expect Competin’ for best Just forget receiving respect I bet even if you was dope, and you leave ‘em impressed You nothin either me or the culture would even accept and yet [Beat: 7: Family Matters] They get bold when goin’ to speak Then fold like Cole in his speech So niggas chill
cuz this the real 7 minute drill, but I wrote it in 3 Hold the police up By holdin’ the piece up That’s upholding the peace You couldn’t get colder than me If you were in zero degrees 6 feet low and deceased Both arms showing, no tank top Don’t like the melodies my drac’ got? Well, I’m who the best is period, It’s K(.) They not K. Dot or Drake, stop Not a little Biggie and they ain’t Pac Nas, Jig? Please, and you not me Got victories, nigga cop pleas Fuck a big 3; I’m a top 3 Dead or alive, so immortalized Pussies wanna go to war til I Unveil this sword of mine And they get horrified Personalities sound bored of lyin’ Like this sorta disorder I have (borderline personality disorder) Hoe made me lowkey bored (keyboard) And I already know ya ‘type’ I ignore replies You niggas ‘plottin’, but the storyline Really finna end in this next chapter Cuz in my ‘book’ you a fuckin ‘mark’ So Im guaranteeing you’ll be red (read) after Glaring beam, infrared at ya Let it ring when I air ‘em at tricks Not wild as me in y’all wildest dreams Pop while you sleepin’ like a air mattress Pull it on em as a scare tactic In ya neck that’s where I bury hatchets Cut the head off that damn bastard; Send it there wrapped up in a care package He goin' to hell up in a handbasket While his bitch blowin’ like a Head gasket in traffic Shootin' thru a nigga lead casket Like wet plastic You been trash and deserve your spot at “Worst” whenever it comes to words I push the pen, some encourage and Some deter the work It’s undeserved, but doesn’t hurt Cuz I know they would never conjure a verse Must’ve heard that they Mustn’t come fuck with Kirk Ask em what’d you learn Right after punks get murked for nothin Just like how Justin did What’s the Dirt I know they know that they racks ain’t high Ain’t no way you surpassin I’m spazzing I’ll gather my down niggas that’d be glad to die And I’m starting to think You niggas camera shy, facts And my MAC is practically a pacifier For when weak bastards see flash and cry [Beat: 8: meet the grahams] My appetite is unruly I’m due to pop open skulls Suck medullas out thru a straw You not using your noodle, it’s foolish Ya brain is stupid I’m consumin’ it thru the rot If you choosing “nah” Then he chews and gnaws When he eat at your mind That’s food for thought You not eatin’, it’s mine but you could starve Cause to let niggas benefit never been a fit Never handed me shit They want smoke? I’m not very convinced ‘cause every bar be cute until they get cooked out like a family event We spray if we can’t believe what ya say Then leave ya beret a raspberry-ish tint If you try to end or dent my cred with evidence I’ll sever heads of any ebony prince [Beat: 9: Not Like Us] Wait there go the opps Got a whole squad tryna roll on us They thought they cold killers But they not & im exposin' em’ You frauds wrongfully thought we ain’t got that .44 on us to pop ‘em Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Pull up on fairies who ain’t prepared for the cappin’ and fed a stare to the sheriff who ain’t aware of what happened and to the cemetery I’m headed there and I'm tappin' on graves like I’m Fred Astaire and be dancing there til the track ends [Beat: 10: THE HEART PART 6] And this what happens When ya cruel intentions don’t prove effective And fools with less than half my skill debate who the best is You straight folded like Cole did Any booth I step in I’m shootin’ the messenger as soon as he shoot the message If your life a movie Here’s the final act crucial lesson Get killed fr while we still film The studio session Brutal beheading to a Looney Tunes Music segment Then send it to my dude to edit For hue correction Zoom ya head in, iris out shot Then queue the credits Shows over Hoes know I’ll get you to steppin Uzis, TECs or I’ll use this Wesson Use discretion You can step in with hella troops and most Ruthless veterans Compared to my group a fuckin nuke is a useless weapon All you can do is spew a subdued concession And fool it's the HOU im reppin Houston Texan Achoo, I'm sick like a huge infection Get you infected