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Funkmaster Flex Freestyle (2012)

Funkmaster Flex Freestyle (2012) is a diss track by Meek Mill targeting Rival MCs. The recording also credits Stalley. This Funkmaster Flex performance is primarily competitive rather than a response to one established opponent. Meek Mill uses street credibility, money and writing skill to challenge unnamed peers, so the target remains collective instead of assigning speculative names.

Released2012
Annotated4
ExplicitYes
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  1. 01

    [Verse 1: Meek Mill]

    Multi-line diss block
    02

    One thing's for sure, two things for certain

    03

    Got booked with three bricks, you back home, niggas workin'

    04

    Clown-ass niggas, shoulda put you in the circus

    05

    Home of Philly, if you get a Benz niggas lurkin'

    Block noteReduces the target to a dismissive caricature

    TargetRival MCs

    MeaningWhat it means: In “Clown-ass niggas, shoulda put you in the circus,” Meek Mill replaces Rival MCs' preferred identity with a degrading label intended to make the opponent look ridiculous or contemptible. Why it was said: This Funkmaster Flex performance is primarily competitive rather than a response to one established opponent. Meek Mill uses street credibility, money and writing skill to challenge unnamed peers, so the target remains collective instead of assigning speculative names. The label gives the audience a short, repeatable frame for the feud; repetition of that frame can shape how Rival MCs is remembered.

    ContextThis Funkmaster Flex performance is primarily competitive rather than a response to one established opponent. Meek Mill uses street credibility, money and writing skill to challenge unnamed peers, so the target remains collective instead of assigning speculative names.

  2. 06

    Churches, hearses, is it really worth it?

    07

    If you heard he tellin', why you dappin' and conversin'?

    08

    Lock me in the cell, let me strap on my Converses

    09

    Before I drop a dime, tell them people a lie

  3. 10

    Swear to God, man, I was nineteen I caught my first case

    11

    Nine co-defendants and snitchin' wasn’t the worst case

    12

    Had a hard time givin' my name and my birth date

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    But nowadays niggas go to jail and it’s a earthquake

  4. 14

    They get all shook up, write a whole book up

    15

    Rattin' their connect out, tellin' where they got the hook up

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    Got a niggas twenty years talkin' 'bout that cook up

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    Back to the home, niggas fuckin' with him, good luck

  5. 18

    Twelve shots of Henny to the face got me stood up

    Multi-line diss block
    19

    Any situation, ask about me and I stood up

    20

    Catch you slippin' like a transmission, fuck your hood up

    21

    From my hood to who your hood, good, what up?

    Block noteTurns staying upright into a test of street composure

    TargetRival MCs

    MeaningWhat it means: Meek says he remains standing through heavy drinking and dangerous situations, then threatens to catch opponents slipping and carry conflict into their neighborhoods. Why it was said: In a freestyle without one named enemy, composure becomes the qualification for any challenger: Meek presents himself as reliable under pressure and implies that unnamed rivals only look stable until the situation becomes real.

    Wordplay‘Catch you slippin' like a transmission’ turns a mechanical gear problem into being found unprepared.

    ContextThis Funkmaster Flex performance is primarily competitive rather than a response to one established opponent. Meek Mill uses street credibility, money and writing skill to challenge unnamed peers, so the target remains collective instead of assigning speculative names.

  6. 22

    Ugh, nothin' though my hunnit high

    23

    This MAC will leave a nigga look like Spongebob

  7. 24

    [Verse 2: Meek Mill]

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    I said all I know is Flex, shittin' on my ex

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    Bad hoes on my team, dick 'em down like next

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    I rock YSL so fresh, fly as hell, no jet

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    Waves on them 360's make that pussy get so wet

  8. 29

    She say I'm cocky, I say that’s not me

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    She call me papi and I say "¡ven aqui!"

    31

    Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche Box like Ali

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    My sneaks they Bally, in my hood I'm prob'ly

  9. 33

    Just rollin' round in that Ghost, watchin' out for them folks

    34

    Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work

    35

    I say my shooters like Dirk, 10 racks and you merked

    36

    I put that on your head, nigga

  10. 37

    First week and you dead, nigga

    Multi-line diss block
    38

    I bottle pop, I model pop

    39

    Catch me on them bikes, let the throttle pop

    40

    Niggas know I'm nice and I got a lot

    Block noteUses career results as evidence

    TargetRival MCs

    MeaningWhat it means: In “First week and you dead, nigga,” Meek Mill turns releases, sales, label standing, or career momentum into a public measurement of Rival MCs' position. Why it was said: This Funkmaster Flex performance is primarily competitive rather than a response to one established opponent. Meek Mill uses street credibility, money and writing skill to challenge unnamed peers, so the target remains collective instead of assigning speculative names. The artist invokes an external scoreboard so listeners can compare Rival MCs' claims with visible results, making status something that can be disproved rather than merely debated.

    ContextThis Funkmaster Flex performance is primarily competitive rather than a response to one established opponent. Meek Mill uses street credibility, money and writing skill to challenge unnamed peers, so the target remains collective instead of assigning speculative names.

  11. 41

    Like F your corner, nigga, I’ll buy the block

    42

    It’s Maybach, we way back

    43

    Yeah, I was starvin', this the payback

    44

    It's off the top…

  12. 45

    [Verse 3: Meek Mill]

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    I got my hustle from Hova and my stuntin' from Baby

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    That’s why I'm fuckin' 'em over and my new watch cost me eighty

    48

    Got a couple of Rovers, had a drop one Mercedes

    49

    I know these suckers don’t like me, I'm probably poppin' they lady

  13. 50

    I got 100 racks on me now

    51

    No computer but I got a MAC on me now

    52

    And I'm a shooter and I really clap homie now

    53

    And fuck the jail 'cause my nigga Ross hold me down

  14. 54

    I'm skippin' bail and we in this bitch, fresh out the dealership

    55

    I just came in the game, but I'm killin' shit

    56

    My nigga Wale—

    57

    We in the building, we in the building

  15. 58

    [Verse 4: Meek Mill]

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    I had a dream like Martin Luther

    60

    I was in the Phantom gettin' brain like a Harvard student

    61

    Check my record for the fame, ain't really hard to prove it

    62

    Went to jail, came home to that kitchen just like Martha Stewart

  16. 63

    With a Pyrex tryin' to make a nine stretch

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    Just was in the yard with lifers, workin' on my biceps

    65

    You would think they all was like us, they ain't have my mindset

    66

    When I was missin' sleep and workin' weeks to get my mom set

  17. 67

    And to get my son right so he don't live my young life

    68

    'Cause I remember some nights I used to hold that gun tight

    69

    Middle of the jungle tryin' to make it to the sunlight

    70

    Stillmatic with that pen and pad, just give me One Mic

  18. 71

    And I'm gon' get richer, they gon' get sicker

    72

    Why they mad at me? 'Cause they ain't in the picture

    73

    'Cause they was on some bullshit when they started flickin'

    74

    And the camera started flashin', niggas came up missin'

  19. 75

    [Verse 5: Stalley]

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    Black Chevelle on them blades, boy

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    Dark shades, leather jacket like I'm Blade, boy

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    Come through my city like, "What’s the focus, boy?"

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    I come though with open doors

  20. 80

    Six by nines through theses door panels, make a bunch of noise

    81

    I’m mobbin' on these back streets and city blocks

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    Middle finger every cop

    83

    Chevy block engines, everything is heavy stop

  21. 84

    Sweat pants, the car dance, I make that bitch do the wop

    85

    Man, I'm losin' my religion

    86

    Got these angels on my shoulders and they tellin' me to listen

    87

    I blast this Alpine and get lost in my system

  22. 88

    They tellin' me it's devil music and demons have imprisoned

    89

    My mind, body and soul and I’m travelin' down hell's road

    90

    This strap got no Velcro

    91

    So I’m down for whatever, whenever, wherever

  23. 92

    Any way the hell I go

    Multi-line diss block
    93

    You think I’m scared and here’s your answer: hell no!

    Block noteCalls the target's toughness an act

    TargetRival MCs

    MeaningWhat it means: In “You think I’m scared and here’s your answer: hell no!,” Meek Mill portrays Rival MCs as frightened or unwilling to stand behind the aggression shown in public. Why it was said: This Funkmaster Flex performance is primarily competitive rather than a response to one established opponent. Meek Mill uses street credibility, money and writing skill to challenge unnamed peers, so the target remains collective instead of assigning speculative names. A diss threat depends on the audience believing the speaker will confront the opponent; calling Rival MCs afraid is designed to empty that threat of force.

    ContextThis Funkmaster Flex performance is primarily competitive rather than a response to one established opponent. Meek Mill uses street credibility, money and writing skill to challenge unnamed peers, so the target remains collective instead of assigning speculative names.

  24. 94

    [Verse 6: Meek Mill]

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    Every night I’m on the road, tryin' to get how it come

    96

    Still findin' time just to kick it with my son

    97

    I know niggas see them blogs and it's lookin' like it's fun

    98

    But when you out to get that cake, you gotta pick every crumb

  25. 99

    Yeah, you gotta pick every crumb

    100

    I never thought I'd see the day that I get up out the slums

    101

    Did it for my team, put 'em on some ones

    102

    And every day we shittin' on them, we them niggas with some runs

  26. 103

    I was outta control, block was hot as a stove

    104

    I was out with them O's, same time the block was patrolled