Georgetown Iverson Freestyle

I’m Georgetown Iverson
With bars for them boys who move hard, I’m the only one who make em feel alive
again
It start with all conference love, hit the league a hall of fame run,
then come back and be to y’all what John Thompson was
Now aware of things then that I was less conscience of, you know what time it
is while still remembering what time it was
I’m supreme my New York niggas say that’s who I remind them of, I’m MJ
moonwalking single handed glitter diamond glove
Was cordial with niggas who played diplomatic during static, from thy views it
seemed marginal but bigger, thy never ran a slab of raw was only partial on the
distance, but they want the milly check for being Darko on the Pistons,
Tell my faculty thank you, cuz all my niggas move they own weight like they
got a brick shackled to they ankles, Crossing over on my niggas is exactly what
I can’t do, when abiding by the code problematic how they paint you
These raps is fine wine, well designed, peep the contour
I’m Bubba Chuck, in blue and gray, stepping out in concords
Me and my brothers we in consort
On the Victory Tour, I shook Mike at the concert
Now the game gettin chilly
I know brothers moved the rock from VA back to Philly
Put the pill on a string it was silly
Bring fiends to their knees might rupture an Achilles
We was inspired by that
Bust dem white boys ass and went to trial by that
Spit jewelz on a track 40 bars to be exact
The comish Talkin stern told em put it on the rack
Nah game recognize game
Real recognize real and I don’t recognize lames
How you standing in the storm and don’t recognize reign
Shit I’m ready for my close up time to step inside frame
A.I. with the waves not braids
What if I was Iverson?
What if Iverson was SIN?
Switch positions just to witness state of mind that I was in
Don’t talk to me ‘bout practice when I win
For the love of everything
Wedding rings gon' sink
If you throw it in the water yo my eyes don’t blink. (Uh)
Can I get my flowers?
Am I asking too much?
Realest spitters live in Broward looking at you like lunch
Add it up
Lately I ain’t laugh enough
Trippin' while I’m sippin looking at my luggage, pack em up
My higher self wouldn’t allow myself to wait up
When I ain’t wanna show myself like created player
I was high
Dabs off the glass like a fucking layup
Sometimes I feel like in my rap career I’m Isaiah
Thomas, I promise I came out in ‘89
But I’m Allen I…