[Lyric] Odd Man Out Group Freestyle 6 Rappers vs 1 Fake Rapper (Jubilee (Company))

[Part I]

[Verse 1: Deazy Treez]
444
What's the score?
I'ma go to the store
Uh
Dr. Martens on my feet
Watch me creep through these fuckin' streets
Put your bitch to sleep, uh (Hahaha, ha)
I get out neat-ly

[Verse 2: Blimes Brixton]
I been in this thing, I been present with it
Kept it eighty-nine plus eleven with it
The combo pack, the head come with it
Not all dogs go to heaven with it
I've been bad, there's consequences
I draw the line they crossin' fences
I got the whole damn package, not to mention
This confidence is compliments of
A boss, mentality slayin'
A lack of morality
Catchin' signal like a router be
This beat brought the cannibal out of me
Since I've been countin' these calories
I'll stop eatin' these lame bitches
[Part II]

[Verse 1: Tenn Buick]
I'm disputin' your credit like an erroneous charge
The generation hybrid, I got melodious bars
See, I'm twistin' with the rockets, you is phony, is large
And my flow is more addictive than some opioids are
I'm a savior for the people, man, they know me as God
The fam ballin' out in Cali', like my homie's LaVar
It's T-E double N Buick spittin' on this music

[Verse 2: Milaniaa Monroe]
Look, a lotta times, I don't really freestyle
I like to write my shit, but that's me style
Let me tell you somethin', this freestyle ain't free
So when you hop, bitch, you better kill every beat
When it come down to me, I'm really from Crenshaw, you know the street?
So it's a whole lotta Nipsey Hussle all in me

[Verse 3: Kingston The Barber]
My boy tryna step to me like he's bigger
A three-hundred dollar belt that's made outta glitter