Thelonious - Yuck Freestyle

{Intro}
My nigga Soft Eyez snapped on this shit
Said we gon' do it for the trouble side
Back outside nigga
Eating time nigga
Check

{Verse 1: Thelonious}
I'm a Buffalo soldier
Got the Grove debating who the best
From told professions of the hard knocks (uh) and true distress
Moving in pursuit of checks
To cop my pops a better place that look like
Heavens gates could be the new address (yeah, (?...) nigga)
'Cause we done seen the hell first
Escaped the west end, on welfare but shit I'm well versed (yeah)
In Rocking dusty steppers and crusty
Sweaters that smelled worse (Yuck)
It's stomach rumbles 'til that loot appears
For the pain that I been saving
In my soul like they was souvenirs (uh)
And so it goes
See out on road I've grown exposed
To local so-and-so's sticking needles through
They threads like they was sewing clothes
That's where I penned my coldest flows
To fuck the game like they controller froze
But if niggas ain't heed my warnings then I won't impose
Thelon ain't known for toe to toes
That's why you'll find me hating when I roll to shows
Waiting by the door so I can hold it closed
Niggas been known to pose so catch 'em selling rapper gimmicks
Get they flows disposed
Shit
While y'all was talking baking soda for that fake persona
I was slaving at the warehouse to make the quota
Putting notes to paper 'til my break was over
Still cooking local tapes and hoping to
Shake this weight of the globe
From off my aching shoulder
Huh

{Interlude}
Fuck all that best of my city shit
(?...) world nigga
Said we gon' do it for the troubled side
Huh
Me and my niggas tryna make it to the other side
Uhh

{Verse 2: Mick Jenkins}
Don't need no map quest
It's on my shoulders lowkey atlas
I'm in this water John the Baptist
Them waves crash we seen your capsize
This ain't Gretzky this more black ice
No Wayne Brady them ain't laugh lines where faces wrinkle
We running curl patterns fuck the shrinkage
A tall order fucking with a Jenkins
And niggas Peter Dinklage
We had it printing 'fore you had a inkling
We having dinner niggas batter binging
Ain't talking tempo if you catch this sequence
187 if they catch you thinking
182 and we might catch you blinking
Shit tempting when your biscuit limping
Back leaning up against the wall and ain't no slack given
Only thing he lack creases
I can't fold niggas (ouch) back bending
That's why this shit be half decent
Glad bag presents
Live from the other side

{Outro}
Yo where you been out bro
(?...) been a hot minute but
Your ass better not be slacking
You got something special fam
I wanna see you get out of here dawg
I miss you gang
One love