They Talked about Jesus [freestyle]

I'm tired of talking 'bout how
I'm this and That
How I'm saving the game and
How I'm spittin' crack
How I'm shaving the 'caine and
How I'm flippin' packs
They say I had a gift to rap
Last year christmas time I barely
Had a gift to wrap
Clearly y'all missed the facts
I'm as nice as JCole but
Old and big and black
I'm the reincarnation of Pun, BIG and Stacks
I'm as ill as that beef
Between 'Kiss and Mack yo matter fact
I'm like Drake on steroids
Kendrick without the curly fade
Ross with a 6 pack
Brooklyn Ngga but Jersey raised
'Pac without a hologram
I'm equivalent to Hova on a Dolla' Van
I don't think you got it fam
Fat Joe, Nas and 'Cam
Mad blow choppin' grams
Ab-Soul, Dr damn Dre whipping pots N' pans
'Ye with the Glock in hand
You put that all together what you got is Ran
Niggas can't stop the man
Can't stop the Don

And I won't sit 'till every
Clip in the Choppa' gone
Niggas wanna grapple with me
I don't see an Octagon
I'm a Ex-felon, rap divas can't shock a con
Been ill since my pops was gone
That explains how I got this strong
That explains how the flames down in
Hell got it hot this long
Covered in gas why my bop so calm
Why I drop those bombs
You assed out, why you copp those thongs?
Verbal assassin, I ain't got no songs
But I ain't finish yet
I do this shit, to vent
Fck all your magazine covers and
All your big events
I load a magazine brother
And catch a 5th attempt
If nggas try and switch the bench
Half of a Slowbuck ngga will get you 50 Cent
Do your math better
Late night dice games I was the ass better
Shotty in my black leather
I'm tired of these mimics and jokes
Try laughing while I'm slittin your throat
Ccksucker