[Verse 1: St Saoul] I'm drowning in a long island ice tea Breaking into the Rap game is a long haul job You talk too much, thinking I'm neglecting my friends You say I'm traveling in Europe, sounds like Quebec in damn Light up a spliff, mom, or roll a cigarette The record I bring ain't no Isabelle Boulay I feel the hate, but dude when I rap it's a magic trick The tip of my pen is Super Saiyan so it's easy I told you I got the best flow, promise I'll show you The thing is labeled South Shore, homegrown Homie, I got hope, now it's time to stack Had enough of crying and raging with Heinekens, done I don't have time for their nonsense So I avoid their crappy, comedian-filled parties All Hobbits, han, I'll diss the DJ If he can digest the verse I've written, word up [Chorus] Yo, Cheef, Enfant Terrible Happy New Year, what's up We're gonna do it It's gonna be like historical, like HISTORICAL! [Verse 2: Cheef] I know it ends badly, but I remain assimilable Find those who frequent the chapel unassailable Yeah, the nice guy wins, follow the example, easy Sworn on my city and the weed joint I'm finishing inhaling Tell the crew I'm in, they didn't count me I had one leg in my pants and the price of uninhabitability But stabilizing is not possible, I might Not doubt the femininity of Caroline Fourest I have a human face of barbarism, 5 senses highly animated 6 thanks to Qatar, 7 since the Sayanim Spring I cite my sources just in case this is the last song, I know I'm fatalistic But hey, you pushed the envelope so the mess won't happen to you I'm not trying to shadow the rappers in your city Good orators fascinate passive consumers The plates are not empty, the accounts in the hands of the city Sit still, you have your song, he has his target, I have my blond to whistle [Verse 3: Freddy Gruesum] Two bullets in my pockets, like Jim Jones I'm balling Fuck the problems of a pregnant bimbo Nice but a little bad boy, Will Smith and XXX I'm almost as gangsta as Will Smith and XXX So let's do this, let's do it, han Alcohol weed music, drunken alcoholic They say I'm a disgrace to Malcolm X, I'm stupid Troubled but gifted, Malcolm, Reese, and Dewey Cartoons and marijuana all days More bitter than botched marinara sauce Alcohol every day, cheers to your health I'm twice as strong as Beyonce's hubby Magical formulas like Ali Baba I got Hypnotizing lyrics like watching Ciara dance I look and sing like Ariana Grande I kick like XXX, Arianne's face is swollen The song "Freestyle Daymolition" by St-Saoul, Cheef, and Freddy Gruesum showcases their raw, authentic style and lyrical prowess. The artists discuss their struggles and successes in the rap game, as well as their personal experiences and emotions. The song also features references to popular culture and iconic figures, adding layers of depth to the lyrics. It's a powerful and energetic freestyle that captures the essence of their artistry.
