Nobody can top the council... so bow down...
Oh my god it's rob the top dog from da L-Town...
Please... I ain't talkin' 'bout Louisville...
Quit hatin' on me... Or you'll be gon when we kill...
Rippin' MCs like My name is Freddy Krueger...
Shootin' up MC's with my ol' school German Luger...
Top model... TC corps top product...
Ur brain gets friend when you read my lyrics and the electricity conducts..

very true,bow down to the council
why would anyone want to leave or bounce yall
xtremely big egos,get popped like a ballon
you dont have to be dope,to be sent to the moon
zebras have stripes......

At the council we better than you...
But touching on 2KN... Zebras from the zoo...
Cuz we dont' gotta try... we automatikly ill...
Drop a knob in the noster... Slaught-a-lotally kill...
Eek! VP just made up a fucking word...
Fuck you fuck me and fuck the fucking world.
God Damn I'm tired of rap... I might quit...
Howe is done... it's over... that's it.

if you like zebra's, then youll like banana's
just see how identikals is there karma
kause i spell words wrong,just for an Alphabet
let me replace my life,with a orange.
.........................................yup

My rhymes are ill' like sars bright like stars
Now all these katz cant compare to my bars
Only ones that can is the ones I respect
Pussy rapperz get merked, what you expect
Quit talkin' shit, please leave RapVerse, yo
Right now before your in a hearse HO!!!!

Satisfaction is wut i get when i embarass dez clown azz emcees
They all r soft like a plush couch that has been flown from the Japanese
Universal is wut i plan on b'in in dis rap game here just watch & u'll c
Violating nebody space & watching 2 c what it is dey will attempt 2 do
Wipe them off da face of the earth cuz dey ass & i can prove it 2 ya 2
Xile is wut i am from my spot bacc home cuz the fez want 2 c me thru

You hataz luv 2 plot on nigz when dey have sumthin u want/
Zeal & self assurance is wut a person should keep in dey gut/
Assholes r a dyme of dozen u neva can't b newhere wit out 1 or 2/
Braggin' on ur vechicle interior is wut tempts a nig like me 2 jack u duke/
Confidence is wut wins ova all ur boasting & having da big head/
Death is promised 2 us all if we don't start praising God 4 allowing us 2 lay in ur beds

Everytime I spit lines it comes in heat,
Fire in your hand like Pac been introduced to street,
Guerilla forces invading your house like termites,
Holding your phone, re-dialing for those police lights,
I got it right/
Just in time to praise to your Lord,
Killing for hire so you can afford,
Life, and for what it's worth,
Man, I've been rapping since my day of my birth,
Non-stop trigger pulling till you drop,
Only in the club on bottles is what I love to pop./

pushin weight in cuba eatin
quince and never mince words wit judas
release the demon im dreamina
servin these herbs wit fluids
test and soon enough ya neck is leakin
unique shits ya aint heard is fluent

Vest... gun... we turned streets into Iraq...
Whoa he's ill... yeah I'm am guess who... I'm Back...
X-T-C trip wit clips enter through your lip and exit out your hip...
You do not know hoe... I will kill you and your clique...
Zeus... God... Jesus... Praying will do you no good...
Am I the I Am... Simon says stop... your not hood...
Barter your soul for your life... or get expended...
Cuz at this school... say shell you'll get suspended...
Damn homie I've been commited but the jus get obmitted...
Enter... and the illest lyricist's words will again be submitted...

Aint nothin man, i bring Ill-Flows
Brains bigger than my head, so the Skill-Shows
Cant nobody Dim the lights on my Shine
Didnt nobody tell you ''Messin with 'Dope'' is a Crime?
Elephants dont got big enuff 'Trunks' ta store the 'Noses' i Got
Frankly, I Duplicate the Holes on your body with Shots
Go 'Head work it out, An find out the Amount
Happy Now? or cant You Count....
I'll brake it down, you got bucked 6 Times
Just for sayin, I got ''Good'' rhymes
Kill happy, an i only wanna hear Good Propps..
Last nigga who said i wasnt hot, there whole Hood Flopped
Money by any means, I'm Laced with the Green
Not ever in yo' life ya seen a Team this Mean
Other crews get Sick n Tired but when stay with Health
Poppin lyrics n pullin hamers the jury are judges in them self!
Queen, Me, Mista, An the Rest of the Clique
Run together like wolves, Always on some shit
Still here, even tho people talkin
The Jury aint never left, so u niggas keep on Walkin
Underestimate me an i'll hit you with a Laser Sight
Voo doo magic'n text that'll Phaze-ya, Right?
When its on its on you niggas known ta be gone
X said it best cause there aint no sunshine in this song....
Y'all gon take Hits from the bong, while i make hits with the Spits
''Zelda'' aint the only 'Legend' up in this bitch

Thats my A-Z Freestyle y'all lol

Fuck Buck... he ain't shit... he temporarily on the jury...
good God... he's the fraud... he gets in crews and leaves in a hurry...
Hockin' gay shit... god damn his rhymes's shit... His perception of ill is blurry...
I hate him... and I hate him alot... he's got more cocks in his mouth...
Jesus Walks... but not for him... he's the prince of faggots in the south...
Karl Smirks... and sticks his shit in dopeman's ass...
Man hear the screams... that's a shot that dopeman's a fag...

I'm just screwin' around.