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Hip Hop Weekly 5 - Umbrella/We Takin Over
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Artist: Crooked I
Title: Umbrella // We Takin Over Freestyle
Produced by: Tricky Stewart / DJ Khaled
Appears On: Hip Hop Weekly Vol.5

Intro:

Crooked I, this' Hip Hop Weekly
Sunny Californ-I-A, ugh
Next week we doin’ it for the ladies
Y’all been hittin’ me on MySpace
I’m takin’ requests, haha
But this Hip Hop, yo

Verse 1:

Growing up as a kid what did hip hop mean,
Momma bought me a boombox before I was a teen,
But unfortunately she had a welfare salary,
So they cut off our electric and I ran out of batteries.
Aww Nah, no music I'm ready to brawl,
Freestyling in the dark words bouncing off the wall,
I used to hate that shit growing up poor,
Now I realize it made my rhymes hotter than yours.
Waiting on the day that my metaphors would open better doors,
Battling for chedda shitting on competitors.
Pistol ready for whatever wars,
My 22's stayed open just like the legs of 11 whores.
The Cali mentality ruthless in behavior,
'This Is Why I'm Hot', nigga, 'Music is My Savior'.
In the booth yeah the truth is in my flavor, (Eastside)
In the coupe, yeah the roof is in the air. (Long Beach)
How you gone tell me that this kid's not crazy,
Made 7 songs a day and it did not phase me.
Don't make me change the shit to Hip Hop Daily,
Record so much you wondering if Pac raised me.
I'm just not lazy, am I a genious,
Did prince rock Paisley, I did my Jay Z rendition,
No pencil, no paper, never heard a pen drop baby.
Tip top shape G.
Flow been on morphine, sick since I was fourteen,
Watching rappers belly flop minus the chlorine.
I'm snoring, the game is boring,
Like I got a scoring title and 4 rings.
Plus a scorching jump shot to torch teams.
And I'm forcing myself to play with you poor things.
I foreseen it all before it happened,
A lot of niggas go platinum their yes man starts clapping,
For their captain, right after the niggas finish rapping,
But everything they was rapping was whack thats whats happening.
Thats why a lot of main stream niggas think,
Between hip hop and gangster rap, I'm the missing link.
The streets hit me with everything but the kitchen sink,
When my enemies was coming to get me I didn't blink.
If theres any rapper that should be your favorite its me,
I got my own category Gangster Emcee.
I manipultate break beats thanks to MP's,
And I still break a bitch like my name was Pimp-C,
I still break a bitch like mt name was Bun-B. hahahaha

Insert:

Hip Hop Weekly, they tell me that, Hip Hop sales are down 30%, right
And Ringtones are selling more than full songs, okay
Blamin’ it on downloadin’ and the digital era
What about you whack niggas? Y’all take blame too

Verse 2:

Fuck haters, I’m never ever fazed
Maybe cause I know I’m down to let the weapon raise
Niggas talk shit to let the faze better raise
Who the hell can drop heat every seven days
Crooked got so many rhymes it seems scary
Niggas with beef, y’all can meet me at Queen Mary
Long Beach, Eastside, yeah we heat carry
Fuck better bitches then how, E-Berry
Peep thee scenario, we bury yo ass
The people ask, where he go?
I’m playin’ R&B songs in the Cherry 4
Cause a lotta y’all rappers sound terrible 
Yo, acrobatic flow, asthmatic sick,
Psychopathic rappers back addicts, skip the ?
Sleepin’ on the badest Illmatic addict, is just ass backwards 
Peep the mathematics, no more semantics from that crack addict
The flow is black magic, yeah
Already sellin’ rocks on our block
Now you bout to get your head dropped in a box
Get shot with a glock, I pop with a chopper
Hop in the drop while I watch for the coppers
He’ll never be recordin’ again
Both hands on the nine, like a quarter to ten
Give me money, give me hoes, then pour me some Gin
But it really don’t matter which order it’s in
Aye, you know how the shit go
I kick that sick flow, then I get dough
I sit low in the indo, bring 6-4 with a thick hoe
Look at how the wrist glow
Hit no, I’ma sip slow, a pistol on my hip yo
I explode when the wind blow
Aye, before this shit is over with
Let me tell you who I am so you don’t forget
I’m the C.R.O.O.K.E.D.I. why I’m hot?
Put me in your iPod, why not
Lightning Rods, when I rock nigga, my god
Niggas better study the flow
Then you too can have money to blow
Holla at me wait
I said niggas better study the flow
Then you too can have money to blow
I’m Outro, next week!
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