Gee i aint to wure what tu say
Hell yea let make some mother fukerz pray
I am tha one on tha mik tha will kill ya
Jay-Z repersent hova is tha rappa tha thrills ya
KKK it what im all against
L's are my only defence

My flow is Mastered, Disaster when I'm Moody
Never out-lasted when Blastin on a Newbie
Over-looked as RapBattle's Optimal Opponent
Possibly the best without Option, I'll Promote it!
Quickly causin' cats to corrupt and Park Quiet
Runnin' my mouth, has been known to Start Riots

one~

Sure im 0-3 but i still write hot shit
These boys only beat me cuz they rhymes is pre-writ
U fake emcees cant get me 2 quit
Vamoose cuz ur weak mind cant match my wit
Why talk shit if u dont wana get hit
Xamine ur style again b4 u try 2 spit

Yellin' "I know you can Hear me, but why can't You See Me?"
Zoro couldn't even clean edge vs. a green vedge like Zuchini
After all that, this Hero still wants to sign some Autographs
But he doesn't realize he has no skill, he'll hit the Bottom Fast
Challenge me to any battle.. Doesn't Matter if you're Capable
Diggin' deep beneath her Physique.. It'll Splatter if she's Datable


Bah.. ^Crap.. just givin' shit to feed off of..

Eazy E bortha rest i peice cuz ya spit ryhem tha had style
Fuckin faggets try steal his flows if i cathch them they be lyine in tile
Gangsta wanna rise to be tha next biggie or tupac
Holla at Record labels CEO's and rap about 2 glocks
Iced is how they feel when it all on tha line
Kalumanti helps them com down and free ther mind

like licorice ya gettin metaphors twisted
my flows top notch books they listed
nickel nine in ya temple
or and m16 its simple
pot smokin weed havin
quit tryin to sell me shit thats lackin

responding wit quick time, Im slicker than stricnine
strict line limits, got me limit to shit rhymes
trying to express all of these feelings inside,
understand what im saying, immerse myself in the style
visualise, the path to take, and how im walking the route.
without any knowledge, of what the fuck Im talkin about.

...fuck im lost...

x-rays showing what is under your skin
your too scared to wonder what is within
Zzzzzzzzz goes your brain, because no thought put it to sleep
a simple minded man comes at you with a beat
but you've lost yourself, won't find it again
compromising heart, for a Mercedes Benz

die before i give up to anyone who hates
elegant cats are really two faced
fuck you over and turn on ya back
got ya self in a place with no strap
i rap what about u
nah you fake so fuck u
nothin but a freestyle words
get high and flap with the birds
hahahah

Images of terrorism infect your brain
Justified by religion, it seems insane
Losses of children for someone else's cause
Memories of those...we take a pause
Next on track is revenge so sweet
Over here orphanned families...on your feet

pull a weapon in a text? you herbs are all upsettin me
quit sayin it its already been played to the tenth degree
rap's about originality...innovation...creativity
so shut the fuck up about shootin all ya enemies
time to reach in your heart and get away from the industry
undergrounds a movement...you put the brakes on it. feelin me?

cmon peepl... kno tha cypher n stop free postin...

Vicious rhyme that detect lies from wack cats
Willin to fly off tha handle n call my bois like rat-packs
X-pectin grief from any G wit i owe money
Yall better xpect to see SixX face on the next big face twenty
Zealous kids, i mean jealous, of ma skill
Attackin the streets jus to pay tha fuckin bills

~1~

Bitches try ta get money so I run fa da hills
Come on nigga u know how it be when u get a record
Deal, fa real des bitches crazy
Eryday they try ta faze me,
Fukin wit mind makin a nigga wanna have a baby
Gimme a day an tyme an I swear it'll gravy.

Hapless hard-asses get handed their heads, too hot to handle/
Intelligence is incredible, irkin' me is intangable/
Jokingly jest jackass, light joints and give they bitch a jizz smile/
Kriss Kross style, krafty, krafty Kross Kriss style/
Luck leaves losers lookin' lost and light-headed/
Many morons meet matches..light? matches? I might set it/
Nobody never knows no one's got better flows/
Our opinions ain't original, just overly subliminal/

pass thes shit, as i take a hit
queer eye like yours has gotta be a faggot
round 'em up, then put 'em in the truck
spit on 'em til they throw the fuck up
take 'em in the back and beat 'em to the ground
urinate on 'em like a blood hound