Chef Borges - Sax Freestyle Lyrics

It's a mood with the food
On the god damn scene
I make the crack pipe fiends
Turn around and come clean
A mad teen on the screen
I cannot be unseen
Comin mean on the scene
Never stop like a machine
Brains be throbbin
Cotton Swabbin
Because i'm robbin
For your ears
And your peers
Just for years
We engineers
Shouts out to Branks
Tryna earn that bank
This ain't no prank
Filthier than Frank
Goin through galleries
All my Strategies
Energized like 9 volt batteries
People always taking things the wrong way
Say one joke that offends a person
And you facing prison one day
Isn't that ridiculous
I wonder how these kids were raised
When I hear this nonsense in society
I'm not even fazed
And honest all the truth
All this poison in our youth
No one got the answer
Media like cancer
Just one big toxic enhancer
Don't be snoring
When i'm roaring
Rhymes be pouring
Without warning
I keep flowing
I keep going
I be knowing
Team keep growing

Just a kid from the east
Cooking up his own feast
Well at least i've increased
Skills from my last release
But geez
You hear whats said from the ganger
Borges make another banger
Put C.I.U. on a hanger
One hit wonder I am not
Go and test me on the spot
He can spit oh i forgot
That is exactly what i thought
These people are just sleeping
And there not even looking
They still think i'm rappin about
Some metaphors on cooking
Regardless i'm not mad
They are sleepin on a lad
I got more music to add
Even when it's after grad
It may sound like i got some kind of ego
Well it's only in the moment my amigo
But who am I
This random guy
A white boy who's 5'7
In reply
I'm just a guy
Writing rhymes at 11
Listen don't just hear
Or the thoughts will disappear
People don't realize the words
Going straight into their ear