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Music old school boom bap 90s freestyle rap boom bap freestyle saxophone boom bap beat jazz sample rap beat 90s hip hop freestyle freestyle boom bap nyc rap style 1990s rap freestyle east coast boom bap

I had a lot of fun with this 90's Boom Bap freestyle. I think I nailed the 90's vibe pretty well (maybe even better than MONDAY BARS 25?), but what do YOU think?
If you like this style or want me to try other stuff let me know in the comments!

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LYRICS:
Shit I don’t dance too much but I could get down with this
That dawg poundin’ bitches for a night, then evict ‘em
Cruisin’ down the streets like a hound, subwoofer sound in it
Sippin’ on that shit got Crown Vics in rear view vision
Hit it!
Can’t afford me a ticket
So I’m quick on da strip, accordin’ to my dash digits
Stereo system kickin’ beats I listen
Feel like Dr. Seuss atop the roof with this vista

Talkin’ red blue, sunsets, ocean, got the best view
Eyes to the East, that’s my future I keep my head to
Where Imma get to son, sets, oh shit, with fresh tunes
City never sleeps, so no rest ‘til my bed’s a tomb
You hear it knockin’? You don’t gotta guess who
Try copyin’ the cat see where it get you
Boomin’, poppin’,
In my pockets keep a guest or two
Talkin’ presidents so cops don’t arrest a dude

That corner store on the block
Is the corner stone rock
To everything we got goin’ on at the lot
Tally up the smoke, a lot
Stoned then hop on the Scotch
Alley cats bop to the boom box
Relaxin’ with the moon rocks
Keep it cool, or get the move on
What it do, you can soon watch
Jacked son up with the moonwalk
‘Til sun up gettin’ loose gone
Keep with the crew, get a groove on

Flow how I wanna but you know I’m on the tempo
Get the temp low, I’m too hot, gonna explode like coke and mentos
Get the Pepto, sick of your shit, it’s abysmal
Pop quiz, fizz flow, got wit, schooled like Ms. frizzle
I’m cool, fools drool, been fluent since spittle
Ballin’ since dribble, taller since little,
Since bonnets got bitches, since bottles and bibs been droppin’
Since crawlin’ been hip though it’s all in the middle
Words from my sternum burstin’ like xeno
I’m a G known on the street for flow, it’s in my genome
And my jeans low, gotta keep room for my piece yo
No gun, don’t keep the peace, I keep ‘em pleased, y'know?

I don’t hug no busta,
Type bugs pull the rug from under ya
Ain’t buggin’ ever under those covers
I keep it real with my brothers
On the deal with my brothers
I kill for my brothers
Get ill with my brothers
Walk the talk, ain’t a runner
On da mic like no other
Punks who hatin’ but I ain’t never been comma
They ain’t shit, I been chillin’,
Still in the summer, stealin’ the summer
Girl call me daddy, still the son of ma mamma
Gonna know the sum of my actions is comin’
Some ‘em act smart, but fact is they’re dumber
Went through the pain why I’m number
One day one track go on get runnin’
Run ‘em

Raisin’ hell in the streets on some expert shit
My boo crazy in the sheets like The Exorcist
I exert on every word, this just an excerpt, shit
Drop fire in this bitch, hit the exit quick
Walk talk, skin snakes on some Texas shit
He try the chain, saw leather on his face when I stepped in
Don’t rep no gang but I get respect for this
Make ‘em regret bettin’ against me bein’ the next kid

They rather take prison sentences than take a second of this son’s sentences
Gets red how I’m endin’ ‘em, period how they get sensitive,
Weird that they censorin’
Mirror to they face in the letters I’m sendin’ ‘em,
No ‘Dear’ or ‘Thanks’ just raw text in ‘em
No O Xin’ ‘em, the flow deckin’ ‘em
They foldin’ the moment they see the flag checkin’ ‘em

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