[Because I Can] Royce Da 5’9″ – Murdergram & Joe Budden – Made You Look (Freestyles From FunkFlex 12/19/11)

A few weeks ago Slaughterhouse paid a visit to Funkflex and Hot97.  While their freestyle session was nothing less than extraordinary, the real heads felt lacking due to a couple members spitting bars that are already recorded.  I’ve separated Royce and Joey’s newer bars from the rest.  The first is from Part 1 where Royce bodies the “Murdergram” beat and spits some bars we haven’t heard before.  The second belongs to Joe who in Part 1 spit some shit we’ve heard, but in Part 2 was given “Made You Look” to coast over and went the ENTIRE fuck in.  Respect to Crooked and Joell, but these two verses stood out amongst the rest.

Lyrics thanks to Studioleaks.info

DOWNLOAD: Royce Da 5’9″ – Murdergram Freestyle

DOWNLOAD: Joe Budden – Made You Look Freestyle

[Royce 5'9]
When you kick a bar you spit somethin’ that no one’s feelin’
When I kick a bar I’m outside of the strip club belligerent drunk
Kickin’ the bricks on the buildin’, uh
You ain’t seen no sicker, no iller chump
Fly girl magnet, I’m infectious, if I have it, your girl has it
This verse is Earv Magic
Nobody cares about you swervin’ your Mercedes in your OG’s
Used to do some murders in the 80’s
My will is the Bartwell
My will is barking chicks
I turn around like my wheel is parallel parking
Aside from liquor I don’t got many habits
So You should tell your American girl
To stay away from me like Lenny Kravitz
Y’all either falling off or barely hanging on
My chicks pants looks like Shawty Lo’s hairline: painted on
If you don’t like me, so what, I could fight, what
That ain’t no punchline, I can fight
To all the sucker punching this is a sucker punch
I snuff you from behind, punk, off you frontin’ Thank me later
If it’s more on my block call me Tim “The Tool Man” Taylor
‘Cause you won’t see the face of my neighbor
House gang, Shady, we ain’t Wu-Tang
This is the player circle, and I’m wearing two chains
Go against me, oppose God
This snub barrel lookin’ like the .357 just got a nosejob
Detroit, the world feel us
We call the murder appeal ya
We call the burner a thriller
We caught Tila Tequila steal you like a B&E
Every rapper claim to be a mixture of B.I.G. and Pac
I’m a mixture of me and me
My EMG reads GV and TNT
And you can find me twisted on E and E on TMZ
Or passed out the couch on Media Takeout
Not carin’ what y’all sayin’
Lettin’ my balls hang

[Joe Budden]
I predict the top mc’s taking a dive this year
When that album drop how they gon survive this year
See New York and New Jersey being live this year
With my Knicks beating Miami in 5 this year
I be thinking ’bout how far dude came sitting courtside
Beat trial with my Co-D on the courtside
Porshe fly tell the naysayers let the thought die
Hat low bloggers tend to watch him with a hawk eye
Spit from the heart and the listeners incline
To believe that I can’t be one of a kind
Cuz to say that would insist this kind of realness existed before my time
So the circumstance is different for this prisoner of the mind
Where there’s currupt CO’s barely touch C-Notes
Cuffs and keyholes inflating voluptuous egos
Bars can’t hold me and the judge can’t control me
Unlimited tobacco now who got the rollies
Get froggy but I’m not the guy at all
It’ll be occupy the funeral occupy the morgue
Catch him off guard he sleep when a killer walk in
2 shots mussled by feathers now he pillow talking
Brave move trying test my resolve with no grind
Come showtime I’m like Dexter to y’all
Just based off what I’m hearing from the rest of New York
Quite honestly I should be the best by default
But rappers are sensitve so the tension is felt
They let me list on the shelf I’m supposed to mention myself
So all I think about while I’m inching to wealth
Is how’s Tyler, The Creator when I keep reinventing myself
Keep my name outta rumors I really use to hear a lot
Left a model got models trying to get near the spot
But I treat girls like gang memebers think I care or not
If she got no body I don’t wanna see a tear drop
No Barbie’s just Jessica Rabbits
Gave her the best pipe ever and she deaded her Rabbit
Don’t care that she’s anti socical
My Darren Sproiles boo she do what the last Bush was supposed to
They don’t like me cuz I be where the dykes be
I ain’t with the game so I catch em on a bye week
Get it more bars more torture
The game needed change so Em gave em 4 quarters
Watch how we generate watch who you implicate
Dissing me is only gon instigate goons that would love to let the Inf spray
Put them young boys in your bathroom
Be mindfull of what your Penn State
He should know he got no wins beefing
No hype for his career he got no ends meeting
Truck is a 0 12 I ain’t low end speeding
Exterior’s egg nog Joey so in season
Copy collect weapons as a hobby In your lobby they gon probably
Think I’m crazy if I end up with a body
Think I’m off course cuz standing over the corpse
Without cause screaming “This was only supposed to be a robbery”
Yeah Joey undisputed man in Jers’
If you understand words with talent you can’t curb
But come and see him if you looking for that tan work
Know about my prices out in Denver even Sam Hurd

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