I know bitches like u always hating and 'bawlin'
Your dead to me, your on the floor and falling
You wanna hate on me, calling me bleach
You can hate white, but my rhymes you'll never breach.

Dawg,Im da best nigga,da King of ~freestyles~
when I spit em at ya body,it'll have u flyin back ~3 miles~
Off da top of my head comes ~6 linez quick~
and aint gotta worry bout wackness cause I ~spit rhymes sick~
just 1 verse and you be thinkin da ~kid rap pro~
leave niggas wqit x's and o's like I was playin lyrical ~tic-tac toe~

Bill Cosby, rhymin on RV, new site, new lines
Cant see me comin up like you cant read signs
My rhymes, daze you 10 times, then a punch
A knockout, MC's are gettin eaten for lunch
Crunchin personals, destroy your whole ego
HiT-StIcK wants battles, wont battle me though
This a free flow, and theres no effort needed
Ya'll fuckers couldnt be dope if ya'll repeat it
Never concieded a beef, I'll hold a grudge
Make you log out without even sayin much
Cant touch me, cant push me, cant do shit
I'll diss you in Open Mic....
...And cripple ya crew too in it

Yall niggas should have kept me out the forum
Readin ya post and they suck so i have to destroy em
Shootin em down with the heater cause it stay in my grasp
Aint stoping till ya lyrics up in ya lap and then I laugh

Lets battle this is merely a preview bro

man this is the most that i/
ever seen people battle with a tupac reply/
this shit is repetitive like a studderin c.d. on repeat/
jockin pac more than niggas waitin for Makaveli release/
get somethin new if you don't like it then peep my signature/
these line yall drop i seen better from blind ametuers/
haven't ya ever completed a english class/
all i here is about ya carrying guns and whoopin ass/
if you want to shoot then it better be an iraqi/
cuz when it come to battlin no one can outpack me/
so slap thee in the name tupac/
and stop gettin these verse off the back of a shoe box!/


huh

BEST KEPT SECRET!!!!!!!!!!

Come and try to step to me vicious..I'm letting you bitches..
Know in chef terms your just prepping the dishes..
Instead of some triggas, your pulling off lyrics, generic and bad..
Slow melodic and sad, its probly a fad.. But your copping the tag..
Of the single man who drop like a fag.. Your styles sloppy and mad..
Just a tad off course and bullshit.. Worse than rappers that claim pussy..
But really they pull dick.. You aint cool bitch.. None of ya rhymes impressive..
Their testing...My patients like invasive relations.. Your brains basically vacant..
If I'm not mistaken your faking, I'll drop you fast and leave you facing the basment..
You emcees were never hip hop.. How you writing ya tracks..
See my dick drops, you cunts couldnt decypher the facts..
If you all had, brains the size of beyonces back..
If I was writing a book on how to rap.. You could help me chap..
You fill a chapter.. As an example of a rapper thats wack..
As a matter of fact.. I'm keeping track of this brat..
Fuck it.. Wink at ya girl as I'm tapping my hat..
Man.. You understand that I flow so sick..
Get it through ya brains, you dont fucking know me bitch..
Commence to blowing dick.. On my first keystyle in a while..
I'm compiling a file.. Based on my life and a pile..
Of other events.. ..Like laughing at vets..
And rappers thinking its all in the fasion sence..
The game.. The fame.. The groupies and brain..
Abusing the same.. Amount of emotion and pain..
I'm hoping your playing.. Whatever now I'll finish this rhyme..
Fucka next line.............................................. ................

I'm bored.. Typed up line to line.. Didnt really stop..

Ayo Im fivefoot six/ I fuck chicks with dicks
Mess with me and you'll be eating liquid chips
Write the bestest/ when I text this
Take net rap to new measures
originality is so scarce that
everything seems to be generic rap

I got 45 Crome wit a black peice handle/chillin on da porch in ma coutry boy sandles/Blunt between ma grill/waitin for girl so i can drill/Pop a E pill/ head spinnin like wheel/Get me pen N paper/so i can make ma mil/Yea shawty Ya boy young/But im quick to bust a gun/Faster the speedin bullet/Burnin like da sun/I dont sip wine/Its just waistin up my time/Waistin up my grine/Just give me Remy and im fine/Get a nigga 9/So i can make his bling shine/glistinin from light wit these shells take flight/ cough up 10's and errthing gon be alright/If u really dyin/Walk threw da door were it is bright/Cover u in a body beg/Before i say goodnight

I got 'Glock-n-Rocks' while you virgins stick ya Cocks-In-Socks
Buck.shot-Got-Lots, of money, Power n Respect
Ass get outta line I'm Taxin them Cheques
Street Interllect, an Hood Behaviour
Supermans Dead, so who gon Save-Ya?
I'm ya Cryptonite, I'ma be like a Crip-Tonight
Blast holes in you Ho'z, with My Arsinal of Weaponary
I'ma Learns Y'all...
...Cause ya Elementary, an i'm already pass 'Secondary'
So welcome ta Hard Knocks, where we Stomp to the GROUND
Your stacks come in Quarters an Down here we got it in Pounds
Buss a Hundred Rounds, like Blat Blat Blat
Quit Frontin'...we all know Anorexia aint PHAT

Evo comin uppin in this piece, off the top of my dome
Punk kiddies think they grown, but they livin wit they mama @ home
Stay cool, & succeed into what you can do lil homies
Don't be a Jay-Z, cuz that niggas a biter & a phony
My sweet lil freestyle so time to say goodbye bitches
You know some kids be tellin on others, and we call them niggas...
.................................................. .......snitches

Key'd...

My shits chrome off the Dome, hand me my Thrown
Leave me alone, cause i'm like a dog with no Bone
Hungry, eager, an ready too Bitewith a whole clique of Pitbulls ready ta Fight!
all night, we spray, spit an Street Sweep
my flows take seconds an it takes you weeks!
i dont even need a Beat, i just go Acapella
Fuck Roc'n, you little niggas stay Tappin-Fellas

dis shit aint fun
i be on da street wit a gun
tryin to run
but my homiez have taken they last hit
cause now dey buried in da casket
six feet into da ground
i been around
i only hope my niggas will hear my sound

cyphers are used to make your brain gain sizes
lighters are used to blaze and maintain fires
yall nice, cmon yall lyin like the dame who blamed bryant
youve seen my name before, its raw, im the same tyrant
grew up fucked up but i never let it ruin me
relax in a cypher and let you few fools humor me
swinging shit like a pendulum while yall startin and not finishin
till i slay you in a battle then you screamin like sam kinison
if youre not sure bout that last line, look it up, you gotta pc
soon you cant see me, im movin the fuck on up like george and weezy

Im hot enough ta straight up neglect and ~disrespect ya boss~
and when u battlin Young, dawg , ~just expect a lost~
Goin up against me,get ready ta ~take a fall~
cause on a mic,you'll get tossed around like I just made a ~paper ball~
Just admit it,da kid got some ~tight rhymes~
dats 1 of da reasons why ya cant see me like Wesley Snipes at ~night time~
Im gettin paid not because of no fractions or ~exponents~
Ima shine for da ~next moment~so gimme da mic,Im ~next on it~

Lmfao... My Free Will Murder Emcees...

I'll Strait Beat You Catz... Wit Heat And Bats...
Gats Aint Even Needed Like Seen The Stats...
Got Multies To Spit... Flamin' Mc's Like Pultry Or Chicks...
In The Oven... I'm Leave You Old Wit Ya Shyt...
Got No Time To Leave Peeps Wylin'...
I'm Jus Fuckin' Freestylin'...

Blah... I'm Better In Person... Keyin' Free Styles Sucks...