Artist: Ghostown Album: Ghostown Song: Focused Freestyle Typed by: Kevdawg1876@aol.com * * send corrections to the typist J Formz: Formz! Yup! One hand in my pocket dog, it don't matter, I'm focused man, I'm fuckin' focused. Nobody's stoppin' me now son. It's a brutal take over right here, that's what this shit is son. Yo check this freestyle real quick though son...Yo, Ghostown, Ghostown, Ghostown, listen... [J Formz] Here again, heat again, bring your men, bring a friend You think you gon' beat me!? Think again Takin' years to make a track, take your raps back, whack as fuck I'm comin' forward at you, and you still backin' up You call that whack ass shit you doin' rappin' son? Treat your career like a condom commercial, wrap it up It's hard to listen to commercial rap now a days Most these rappers spit bullshit cause they cash is (Cassius) like Clay But I got somethin' to say, I'm bringin' the game back The only thing you bringin' to the game is just plain whack Better smoke some better shit before you get on a track Cause if you ever try and come at me like that, it's a wrap I'll give you an organic experience with my Herbals Cause my Essence is all about superb verbals I'm killin' 'em with rhymes So I know damn well if I keep spittin', these cats is gon' feel 'em in time So I'm spillin' the rhymes, 'til they feelin' the rhymes But I know haters is gon' feel 'em and lie Keep they feelings inside cause they think they real when they lie But these cats is so fake they don't drop a tear when they cry These cats is now bitches cause I'm stelin' they pride Actin' hard but I could see the fear in they eyes Me battelin' kids is like a broken watch, I'm wastin' my time Cause if your name was Coolio you couldn't have a Dangerous Mind I'm gettin' sick and tired of these fake ass fucks I guess I have to knock you out to wake your fake ass up I spit crazy rhymes you never felt before I'm so hot, if I stood in hell, I'd probably melt the floor Don't front kid, your crew's major fake When I come through you break out like a teenagers face What's good with mother fuckers poppin' all this shit? His boys could step up, I'm poppin' all his clique You never heard a kid that was quite all this sick You couldn't walk in my shoes despite all my kicks So don't talk it if you walkin' around without 'em Cause everything I spit's Real Talk, like Fab's album J Formz: Yeah! So what you got to say after that!? You mother fuckers is silent now, you fuckin' speechless son. J Formz, Ghostown, FD, Cig, Ceza, Yoshi you know how we doin' this son, takin' over the whole fuckin' Island son G-Town, out!