Free Kutter
Westside Gunn Lyrics

Ayo, controller of the exits
I have control over the outcome, I can make things happen

The ark keeps stormin' got a Mac on both sides
I'm always prepared for whatever challenges come my way

My shot keep pouring
I keep succeeding and making progress

Hold your head up all time 'cause time keep going
Stay positive and don't let time discourage you

The flyest nigga of all time, and y'all know it
I'm recognized as the coolest person ever

If God shy, we all shy, life's euphoric
If God is hesitant, we all feel unsure, but life can still be amazing

Bust a brick out the bag of raw, I can stove it
I can take a piece of raw material and turn it into something valuable

Saint Joseph with red tops in front of Rose's
I make deals with Saint Joseph, selling drugs in front of a popular spot

Had a four and the jit, turnt the nine and called it culture
I started with a small weapon, upgraded to a bigger one, and it became a trend

Pot pioneers had to suplex the soda
We had to aggressively handle the drugs to establish ourselves as leaders

They raided the duplex, they missed us by a quota
The police raided our place but didn't catch us, they were just short of meeting their goal

Let the Mac off out the Trackhawk, doing doughnuts
I fired my gun from a fast car, showing off and causing chaos

Cold shoulder, let the niggas all know
I ignore and disregard people, making it known

You better know us, yeah
You should recognize and respect us

Four pound on your forehead
Threatening to use a gun against someone

Your mind off your shoulders
Making someone lose their mental stability

We the greatest, beef like eating greens
We are the best, and our conflicts are as common as eating vegetables

Kill 'em on the wake up
Defeat our enemies as soon as they become active

They popped the cells, Lord, love your neighbor
They opened prison cells, asking for God's love and kindness towards others

Put you out your misery
Ending someone's suffering by killing them

The only box I'ma be in is six deep
I'll only be in a coffin when I'm dead and buried

Been in school too long, I wanna deal a key (I wanna deal a key)
I've been learning for a long time, now I want to start selling drugs in large quantities

I wanna feed all the fam, I want my mans to eat (I want my mans to eat)
I want to provide for my entire family, ensuring everyone has enough to eat

I got some niggas that I miss but we ain't never speak
I have friends I haven't talked to in a long time, but I still think about them

My nigga praying for parole (Uh huh), let my nigga free (Uh huh)
My friend is hoping to be released from prison, I hope he gets his freedom

If Allah shine, Kutter gon' shine, it's mathematical
If God blesses me, I'll succeed, it's guaranteed

Peace God, keep your head up on your sabbatical
Stay peaceful, take a break from the hustle and keep your spirits high

Jay Elect, Griselda, done finally entered the chat
Jay Electronica and Griselda have finally arrived on the scene

With that 'skrrt, do-do-do-do' all over the tracks
Making a strong impact with catchy ad-libs in my music

Spitting actual facts soon as the originator was Black
I speak the truth, especially since it's important to acknowledge the influence of Black artists

From Buffalo to Tupelo we tryna break from the trap
We're from different places but share the goal of escaping a life of crime

You should read theology of time as your days blow by
As time passes, you should study the concept of time and its spiritual aspects

It'll be like Yoda with Luke in the Dagobah
It'll be a wise mentorship, like Yoda teaching Luke Skywalker on Dagobah

The truth is coming like Butcher, nigga, that's word to Jigga
I'm speaking the truth, just like Benny the Butcher, and that's a tribute to Jay-Z

I pray you skate through your bid like eights, see how I figure?
I hope you successfully complete your prison sentence, like skating through an obstacle course

The flow is icy icy, nary a one as nicey
My flow is cold and unmatched, nobody else can compare

It's the goat herder, you writing for ghosts? Bitch, I might be
I have the talent to write lyrics that will last forever, so don't doubt me

It's just me, the machine, Westside, Hermes for Hitler, Jay-dolf Spitler
I'm alone, but I'm a powerful force and a leader in the game, comparable to Hermès working with Hitler and Jay-Z embodying Adolf Hitler

Burning niggas live with the scripture
I'm destroying my competition with my powerful lyrics

Like Gang Starr and Freddie Fox told you, it's the militia
As Gang Starr and Freddie Fox emphasized, we are a strong and united group

I spit it for that Mac, that mouth, that Calliope and that fisher
I rap for the streets, the people who talk and spread the word, the Calliope housing project, and the drug dealers

You should hang this thousand word verse in your cell like a picture
You should cherish and appreciate this long verse as if it's a valuable piece of art in your prison cell

Remember Kutter, you a god, no demi, no Ashton Kutcher
Never forget, Kutter, you are divine, not just a demigod or someone pretending to be divine like Ashton Kutcher

My god, my god, without Bruce Almighty or Bruce Willis, we die hard
We are strong and resilient, even without supernatural powers like in the movie 'Bruce Almighty' or the toughness of Bruce Willis in 'Die Hard'

Allah sent you here to be king like Flygod
God brought you here to rule and be respected, just like a divine entity