Written: July 16, 2004
 

i rap all in ya face, now u prayin' on like ma$e/
rival MCs?, bush ain't tha only one 2 assassinate/
look at tha clouds, and think god ain't never watchin' us/
cauze when u walk tha streetz, sum just feel like blastin' us/
that'z equivalent of me, when i'm a upon a random battle/
ya komradz can't help, ya damage did nothin cauze it'z hardly colattaral/
1 verse per day and so on 4 my whole life/
that'z excersize, tighten up rhymez when my linez don't sound right/
my word skillz beat up niggaz like a wife/
then decapitate sumone wit tha last bar that'll be sharper then a huntin' knife/

CASS SPITS fire from the- mouth,defeating any liars-in-a-bout,have u like kids with braces, WITH wires-in-ure-mouth, MY TEAM is an EMPIRE-AND-WERE-OUT,to win regardless whos-in-are-path,were abusing-them-fast,fusing-a-mass,of rhymes and lines, ITS MY TIME-to-shine,fuck a 9 TO 5, my grind is rhymes,that collides-ure-minds,with tru lyrics, THAT GO THRU SPIRITS,u know u-feel-this,i know who hears-this-.people who LIKE REAL hip-hop-tracks, i spit-hot-facts,that HAVE U IN ure seat, and ull GET -ROCKED-BACK, while u smoke AND HIT pot-stacks,smoking HIGH AS a kite, ride-on-the-sight,listening to me driving the mic,and supplying the life, THRU URE SYSTEM, seeing thru -ure- vision, SAYING cass is TO-EXQUISITE,MY CREW-PROLIFIC, we truly-GIFTED

this is a freestyle cypha no need to write
make this shit up but cats still bite
and post my shit on anotha website
guess my shit must be raw
enough to take with no copyright law
fuckin phony fake cheatas
real mcs you cant beatus
so dont try to defeats us
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Behead nemises, with off the head sentences, my breads infinite, like pencils, the pistol puts lead into him, you'll get fed with a clip,
stompin down on my stompin ground, gotta round to pop ya crown
drop ya down, droppin hot shit on top of towns
led'll burn, like perms, when I get on heads I burn
spread like germs, I bend the curve, free coz the pens for nerds
You'll never get to learn a tenth of my words
I drop big shit that'll dent the earth, Up is where I went from Birth
rap, the gift n curse, trapped in the tents of earth
i'm tired

Written: July 19, 2004
 

i verbally bring pain 2 tha brain and it's torture/
my rhymes is ancient like tha aztecs of my mexican culture/
come up 2 me and you'll be a new fucked up coma patient/
was busted wit tha mic all around, dna couldn't tell what ya face is/
i like rappin as when i sniff a bottle of rubbin' alcohol/
as listenin' 2 illmatic, plus that's a hobby cause that album is just raw/
my rhythm flow goes like tha nile river/
and be lethal like a bandana shirt wit a gun, a street nigga/
i'm just too ill so you gonna have 2 learn that/
2 all haterz, either bow down or be slammed on tha floor mat/

When I pull out straps,they come out and change like transformers.I spit,slugs connect ta ya face and transform ya.You not really dat hard, you like Shaq jus bad actin.A retard wit a gift nuthin but bad w-rappin,askin me what happen,I always tell tha truth.Ni99as is only gansta when they sittin in tha booth,written raps be pitaful.I kick better shit off tha toilet seat.I been an O.G. yo bitch azz pay jus ta roll wit me,ni99as tryin ta flow wit me,get stomped wit boots from Jodice.Like dry ice ain't no holdin me,you get crossed like And 1,and 2 more reasons ta chop competition in half son.No beef left jus half done,I'll cook ya all the way down ta tha center.I'm chinese,cook ya dogs and sale it ta ya fam fa dinner.

we drink 2 much/
we smoke 2 much/
we chill in the streets til we need hair cuts/
tie a nigga down and give em paper cuts on his bare nuts

Well I'm fortified and certifed
to leave a nigga terrified
Southern pride, hard and tried
leaving Jesus crucified and mortified
a dirty fucker you'll never be beside
tied a bride up and raped her til she died
kicked the groom's face and laughed as he cried
in these words you can confide
that you will always be denied
you'll never have the heart that in me resides
God decided to provide, but outside we did collide
knocked him out and went inside
my gruesome nature's known world-wide

yo i rap with a passion that hits deep in my heart/
well thought out lines like math, but ain't no mc shark/
i make my own rhymes, and that's tha true way to do it/
others should be locked to death for tha much styles they looted/
i got my composition book full of bars with a pen in it/
so sick, i made mad doctor clinics go out-of-bussiness/
not a pencil cause my shit'll be accidently erased/
i don't want that to happen, cause that's a fucked up shit to take place/
got my new york state of mind full of infected lines waitin to be decieved/
written down in black, like tha room with death waitin tryna meet me/
my word skills be finer like my looks and it's infinite kinda likely/
luscious looks that attracts gurls as when i spit in hurls on tha mic fiesty/
yo i'm gettin crazy, i need to stop this shit/
nah fuck that, you gettin more cause i'm tryna lock this/
i'm a teenage kid, in 5 years thinkin "what'll happen?"/
a high school dropout, mad jobs is out tha list but not beat-makin and rappin/
i'm mexican, 1 of few that know how to rap like that/
nas is an idol, back in '02 2pac was tha influence/
my born day was on tha 18th, my style was revolutionized/
i'm twice as good now, betta not be me bein sighted in ya eyes/
cause shit'll happen to you, i'm just that dangerous/
i might be a dropout but shit...lyrically i'm majorin/
yo this verse was lethal, so you gotta thank me on that/
whattup to those that liked it, for those that hated?, what's up with that?

A yo I 'm cold wit this freestyle,you other ni99as quotin ya books.Seein so much of ya verses I be lookin fa hooks.Other cats be fakin funk,don't even be spittin fa real,jus tellin lame jokes rhymes slippin on banana peels.Monkey Mcs jus imatating humans and tha speech,pickin they head lookin like their real name is Skreech.Sweet as a Georgia peach,I enjoy hamilliation,try me and they'll be movin rapbattles to another location.Cause I'll be kicked off.I never let shit go,like bein constapated,you consentrated and still can't fuck wit tha flow.

im here 2 leave ya acts shook
rewrite the whole essence of every lyrical book
that you have eva had the privlege to look
fightin with me ah's risk/apparently ya whole click that u have been placed in
is 90% bitch
my title's untouchable reach cum back only with nubbs and tips
tendencies into cookin ya ribs into strips
funny how ah ithicka 37 sawed off shotgun with a 5 pound slide
can fuck wit cha pride
or them old 50"s streetsweepers/apparently got the ablility 2 lift u up outta them sneakers/
since i was teethin/i been wishin and dreamin
hopein and wishin 2 be in a position
2 give battelin o'logy 101 to u bitches
fuckas exchangin they jeans and shorts for thongs and skirts

my lyricism is too tight, i ain't nothin to fuck with/
leave you bruised lyrical, now you rapppin that you suck dick/
that's an example, you ain't seen that whole shit yet/
though i could make a book bout disses as ya name startin tha topic/
i don't recycle, either with garbage or rhymes/
better off makin new shit, you'll be less critisized/
lines so poisonous, i put lotion after i'm done to write/
it's like AIDS, where ya days just comes to fly/
my glove is tha condom, i wear it when it's time/
take it out to release my fingers just to see it's shine/
tha rap supremecy who's blessed by tha sacraments/
don't go to church often, but for what i'm meant for tha holyness/
a newbie to this site, but a vet for a rhyme/
people just hate for tha fact there's ain't as good as mine/
i don't like that, niggas just go for opinions/
just let it be based from someone that's seriously a lyrical genius/
yea exactly, though some might be better than me/
might be you, you or you but some just cause they copyin me/
i'm true to tha game, and i'm doin so very happily/
i'm fuckin it up though, it seems i'm a menace to society/
liked to keep it up but it catches some very frightning/
cause ya brain'll start to bite me, then our rhymes'll start to sound exactly/

hold that tone-toe ta toe ,torn foes who oppose
get fried n baked,deformed bloody with ripped cloths
grasp for air but don't stair i don't share
clumsy fool drowned in your vomit over there
fall apart allone in the darkness
your thoughts arent the sharpest.......

i aint here to spit more than 10 lines
for what so a cat can bite mines
and what if of one em get famous and make it to the top
wipe up bitten lyrics and rinse em on his paper like a mop
and one of those punches happen to be yours
his album goes in stores
and theres nothin you can do to get back them metaphors
but ya dont give up and become known enough
to say this cats a fake a bluff
hes a bita a dickrida who cant spit zip
lay that cat in the grave wit a chest that has a hollow tip

i will kill you
if you were a drink i would also fuken spill you