Pump It Up (Freestyle)

Gimme that beat, fool, it's a full-time jack move
 Don't worry, 'Schino, I'll give it back soon
 Just having a little fun
 Wassup, my nigga?
 Ah-ooh
 S. Dot, the Collection
 Black Album coming soon
 Just gon' vent a little bit
 Have a little fun with it
 Yes, yes
 Ain't nobody dumpin' on Hov, you ain't in sanitation
 Or sanitarium, what are you, crazy? Jay-Z'll bury 'em
 I'll get you drug out the club, they'll have to carry 'em
 Go ahead, bug out, I'll Raid, nigga, scurry
 Worry, I'm, not, the Mike Jordan of the mic recording
 It's Hovi, baby, you Kobe, maybe; Tracy McGrady
 Matter-fact, you a Harold Miner
 J.R. Rider, washed up on marijuana
 Even worse, you a Pervis Ellis
 You worthless, fella; you ain't no athlete, you Shawn Bradley
 I ain't talkin' to nobody in particular
 My flow's just vehicular homicide when I'm kickin' up DUST!
 Anybody in my path is a car crash waiting to happen
 Nigga, WHAT!
 I got my foot on the throat on the pulse of this rap game
 And I ain't letting up, YUP!
 Who's the nicest? Life or lifeless on these mic devices
 And I don't write this, I just mic this, I will it to happen
 One-take Hov, I'm real at this rapping
 My new name is Just the Facts
 While the rest of y'all just adjust the facts
 Put words together, just to match
 I say what I feel, y'all adjust to that
 I do the opposite of y'all so I just attract
 The realer audience usually unjustly Black
 Know my flow and the shit they go through just match
 Like the sound of my voice and a choice Just track
 I just tackle the subject, the flak from the public is nothing
 I know real niggas happen to love it
 If you don't like it, then look in the mirror
 Most likely you ain't live it so you don't get it
 You ain't did it, so you can't vision, the picture I'm painting
 Ain't vivid, the language I'm spitting is so foreign to ya
 See what starving'll do to ya
 Growin' up hard in a little apartment'll do to ya
 Hah, I'm just talkin' to ya
 I'm just talkin' through ya