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Artist: Lil Twist
Album:  Inkredible (S)
Song:   Inkredible (Freestyle)
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

(This is the first freestyle, since the shina's got out of line)
(Young Money)

Young Money Cash Money (yeah)
I'm the young boy
I'm cold with little recognition like Brandon Roy (what up)
I'm 'bout to go nuts for fun, call it almond joy (get it)
And I'm a be hotter in the summer, corduroy
The Young Money popstar (yeah)
I'm a rock her
I got your girl combination, watch how I'll lock her
Get it. They say I'm silly
Well I'm a lease a rapper to the youngin' Lil' Diggy

Re-Rest in peace Pac
Re-Rest in Biggy, but Twizzy
I'm more like The Beatles in my city (rock)
Why? Cause I know what's uppa
And I don't call these young artists rappers, they're suppa
I'm eating all these rappers, whoever claim they better
I tell them to get off my meat, my pecker, wood and my decker
And get ready cause I'm comin' for ya
Better get your whole team to start running for ya

Holdin' campaign'ins. I don't care if your famous
I'm on fire like I'm cannon
It won't help me if it's rainin', not complainin'
Cause I'm indestructible. Crazy mother truckable
When I'm livin' like the Huxtables

Now get off my testicles. I'm illy-illy
The kid like Gille willy
I get more "P" than a hat of a Philly, hold up
Well let me keep that to myself
Black and White like the ref
I'm rockin' shows for the def, ugh
I'm the hardest working artist, I'm the smartest
I'm the modest. Kick em out just like I'm Martin and get out (ugh)
101 game now sit out
And if I'm nasty to you haters, you can go and spit out

I be doing if I flop
Better grab your tissue when my ish drop
Cause it's gonna be like diarrhea, droppin' stacks at galleria
Hollin' at these mama mia's (yeah)
I'm so Inkredible, switchin' up on ya kids, you better buy a vowel
I make you sweat so you better buy a towel
And I know who's who's now who's looking for the aisle

Not we, cause we are Young Money
We sick in your tummy, we make your nose runny
Yeah we make your nose runny, got a house full of chicks
I call em Twist Clyde Bunnies (yeah)

Sh-Shall I keep going? Keep flowing?
Throw my chain up, and then it starts snowing
Start storming, start hailing
Whatever they call it
Yeah it's hailing cause it's ice falling, yeah your kid still ballin'

I'm runnin' out of breath, I'm feelin myself
If no one else (who cares)
Cause I don't care about what you do
Because it's me against you like
2x2 or 3x3 yes I'm a do me
Spell my name "T" "W" Mr capital "T"
Oh wait I missed the freakin "I" "S", cause I is the best
And I will freakin dissect, all you freaking rappettes

I'm nasty on the track like rat sex
I'm happy, because I got a mad check
Mr. Little "T". Mr 1 point 3 young mula ba-by. (yeah)

(I just had to go in. Ya dig)
(Shout out to my little bro, Diggy, I see you Mr. Atlantic)
(Young Money)
(I see you Fareed)
(Ya Dig)