God damn I'm hip hoper all my life just found madball i liked their punk metal style with hardcore rap video vibes but I'm shocked this guy is raping too!
You ain’t kidding… when Freddy said he was gannna make a hip hop record most people thought he was talking shit…FMB killed it but this wouldn’t have happened without STWB!! DMS33
Yo Madball Hazen Street and this hip hop fyre is why Freddy is a legend. Respect from Beantown and the Truth Syndicate Crew TSC4L MVHC BHC NYHC we rep for the muthafuckin family. Post up Freddy!
I'm reminiscing hearing gunshots gunshots I'm reminiscing and the memories don't stop Turn the page, some things change Some stay the same, you will remember us I'm reminiscing hearing gunshots gunshots I'm reminiscing on how we got things locked From Beantown to BK, we paved the way You will remember us Put the key in the ignition, let's go on a little mission And drive through the streets of drugs, money, and sex Look you're seeing the addiction, fiends, B&E's, and snitching Fiends with? in their tummies, young dummies with Techs Intoxicated yells for help a block away from Hell Locked away in cells, rotten cops hooked on Oxycontin themselves Laying us down, their pretty pistols shine Swine pig sniffing lines with their city-issued nines Behind closed doors turn my blueprint into a black print My accent became a trademark killing this rap thing Hey yo Slaine don't? blew up man, Mike he was a crazy brother Rest in peace to BF and not your baby's mother I walk the streets with two hips, you stay on two knees Our syndicate is full of true G's, you groupies I reminisce, I think it might've been ninety-six When me and Freddy Madball did that grimy shit It's a dangerous position slipping like a transmission Freddy was out of of prison and brimming with ambition (Jaysaun) No mission impossible, I kept the arsenic flow plus the arsenal You don't pass go, you go straight to the hospital While I'm in Beantown skiing like Rossignol You are built inferior, you are no comp You are now underneath the Doc Martin stomp I was raised in the slum and making something out of nothing Constantly ducking from guns bucking at us and bullets humming In the streets still running when death's coming Are we scumbags or bags full of scum in your face Buck-fifty from my awkward hawk works Some call you disfigured but I call that artwork Half-black so half of me is never on schedule The other half's on time like clockwork I'm reminiscing hearing gunshots seeing riddled cars Kids start dealing bars taking mugshots I kept my gun cocked even after all the drama Brother shot, getting locked, shoot-outs, bad karma Not made of armour though but I die with honour though You know me, my persona's more than slugs and drugs, I gotta flow I got a ways to go, let the streets know first Then take the show, this is our stage You know that's how it goes Broken bottles and hollows can't stop me We go full throttle, Slaine hit the pedal, watch you others follow We're not your role models, you should heed the words though Flipping birds at the haters, you just got served yo Or rather maimed by FMB and Slaine Jaysaun, KO, Beantown, BK So I just pave the way, some things change Some stay the fucking same Either way you'll remember the name
