i'm drunk and wanna freestyle so here it goes....



you bitches...
hahahah talking shit
aiyyo controlling the likes of mcs the type who biting/
especially when the fighting/
no tyson invention on mics/
fuck it like Jordan affordin the country next to it/
on sanctions and embargos/
aiyyo this is my drunk dark mode/
bar codes rising numbers/
mcs wanna test me better confine yourself you mumblers/
like the number im used to digit fuck it/
exquisite, spit ill over tracks, yo stamina is Didano/
used to be jurassic but still drastic on tracks with Patrick/
to blast this acid into your face, melting your knowledges/
then throttlin, i always gotta say the same words/
but still its lame, these fuckin insane people flyin over me/
with birds and crows, my house is bad luck, broken mirrors/
sinner, fuck it i'm bynging, cringing vomitin/
usually smokin the hemi too much/
but still you see me with two dutches rolled in one mouth/
i got no lung and ovuoli homely to roll me some unholy/
fuck it i say it everytime, should be reading the Qu'ran like you said/
but usually watching this song on tv talking about bombs and people/
and how moms in Palestine crying, peoples lost fathers/
they shouldnt bother, its all beef and politics/
kus umkum, the medias got you wrong aiyyo fuck it/
abolishing wigs like running up into Canadian parliment, shit and bombing people/
wearing it, believing it, im a paranoid kid/
they run around like some sharmoutas, fuck it/
i dont hate Americans, nobodys race, only governments/
the conveded everything im holdin/
plus controlling the globe usually with hemioglobin/
bleeding this whiskey, fuck it, holdin my soul in my hands, and wonderin/
is it contraband, i came from the Arab lands/
standin here with my face in the sand/
fuck it, a nomad, i dont believe in no clan/
i dont belong to North American, or borders/
fuck it no order, slow slaughter/
me and your cat and your daughter, you all get fucked/
the next generation believe it, cut in half with no penetration/
someones online, its Narcel, nah hold up Jamal Abdul Narcel/
i told you before with The Letter or was it The Parcel/
some next shit, i bring my whole boat/
the shit thats embargoed like bananas from Baghdadis and Afghani goats/
rollin on mountains with sheeps, i'm down, never be black and white on beats/
so act your age, droppin it, but still kats wanna test me like hemi/
but you still bless me like if i sneeze, believe me/
this fuckin sickness, bronchitis, i'm an othefr type shit writer/
spit over it, over the shoulder kid like my head was dandruff/
i'm decapitaing heads to make sure to make sure i got one on it/
but still fuck it you conditioned like hair softner/
and you kats always stare often....

lol...uppin this one

There was sum nice lines in here...But overall it was hard for me to catch tha flow of it...Nah mean...peace

yah dawg i weas just going off the top namsayin...and i was drunk (well i still am)...just babbling namsayin...good looking out...wahid

lmfao, yo, me an' you should do a drunken collab in audio dawg.. shit's funny as hell.. you sound like exactally the same as I do when I'm twist.. haha... uppin' this just for pure comedy..

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thanks Blunt...no doubt you tell me when and if you want i could make a sick beat for it...good looking out...wahid

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ur drunk and u still spit ill rhymez even if the flow was damp at times. watcha expect when ur drunk. mayb i should go blotto more often hehehe word of advice to noobz.. drink and rhyme

Shukran dunny...i was just being silly when i wrote that...like no stoppin just writng and writing whatever came to my mind....wahid

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awww you left the outro out dun off th eshit i heard haha
im on some gangsta shit....fuck it i dont care ill cap cat ...or something like that haha,shit was mad funny...