im bored, i know lets cut pictures from card board, stick them on the wall and thow darts at the fucker, u got bad look, well jus look at her, she got fat legs and a head that attracts gay men, oh fuk. amen, look this freestyle shits got me prayin, lalala oh blah, every body join in, lets diss ja, oh fuk it ima go and have sumin to eat,..

:shoot: One two three and to the four/
i hear a knock knock and all the cops is at my door/
damn somebody snitched, now i gotta go find who be the bitch/
which one of you talked better confess/
cus if you you'll all take six to the chest/
cus we all know that syx is the best/
let me explain the way i rise above/
hit you with that sound like shotgun slug/
better than drugs, but i still hang wit them thugs/
i pray everyday that this wont be my last/
while hangin n slangin in a life so fast/
your lucky if you make it past 22/
aint it funny how the same gun kills you/
but if God wanted me to be gone/
he would have already had me by his throne/
so remember this song, bitch prove me wrong/
cus I aint scared of death, deaths scared of me/
thats why im still here left to breed/

If its jus freestyle I still won't my check up front.Before I Vice city ya mans and go and take what I want.Pull out dump,my pump spit rounds so rapid,not spider-man but my Vemon you catch burn like acid.Drop you in Lake Placid, sleep wit tha fishes and creaters.You got Pastor Troy and Mckirkland but you gon need more preachers.Ni99as rhyme styles is simple like KRS we need more teachers.Not a wrestler,but I got tha game in a sleeper.Yall gon have to tap out ta me,and everybody can see without tha pay-preview feature.Yall outta date like beepers,and New Jack City Cell phones.I can tell ni99as pu$$y wearin pinkwhat tha hells wrong?

Eyow the shit you heard is true
4 peeps are starting a new crew
Analytical review is what we do
Watchin the slight changes in this brew
But all this, for us, it’s kinda new

So we get started, our objections are still uncharted
Hope we neva get parted, so we come heavily darted
Hellrazor and DMX_1 the insane humans to be
And XxXtasy all joined force with ilmatic D
And if you tryin to get my people at ease
You gonna need a lot mo then a couple of G’s
So don’t frees, not for one quick second
Cuz we’ll seas, every MC in this section
So yall can lay back cuz we takin over this dump
Cuz we gone attack, and over rap on each chump
Now here’s what I see, a crew, that’s what I guaranty
We need to improve, but at the end, we’ll succeed
The finest goal we gonna accomplish, and finally achieve
For all the MC’s we’d demolish, our self trust in what we believe

damn you dont know how much i hate you/u make me do things that i 4king shudn't do
i-Forever-Regret letting u in my life/cos u fucked me up,i feel like giving up..
i wish i could go back in time,change alot of shits so i wunt end up like this
god,its like the worlds on my shoulder,the more i think the more i feel colder..
the words he spits only knocks me down/and my sadness is now like a large pound
you've devored my peace and my space,now all i got for you is HATE!
i despise you,inside i cant deny it....and u know it like i know it,that you've ruined me..
u just know one day the whole shits gonna turn back up to u/u keep on cheating me...my God will judge....
now all i wanna do is step the fuck back...

i'm sniffin 2grams cocaine all through the nose
i keep doin that shit till i get fuckin overdose
dope dealer never got caught by the DEA
i fuck up these bitches erry fuckin day they just don't kno who they fuckin with
look at the next generation dope dealer kid
hook up with the homiez smoke a lil weed
gimme my cash or get ready for the bleed
now later on a night as im rollin
lookin for a G i can put a hole in
ya tink im scared to die , im the killa in this game
get ready for a trip to hell , here take this card with my name
cops aint gotta search for the killa , introducing the illest
try lock me up , i got all the money from the game cuz im the reallest
quicker then the eye get ready to pull the trigga from yo 9
u can die on the streetz or u die from the moment u drop sum lines
ANGELS FROM HELL terrorise this world
worship erry moment , fuck y'all up that my word

yo yo my name is archmage
i'm a ticking time bomb
ready to go off any time
if ya get in my way when i blow
your gonna get bruned
no one messes around
if ya mess with me u messin with my crew
they'll blow ya brains out
i make any one go to there knees
and my crew is feared all over the world
DMX_1 and Hellrazor is gonna rise hell
XxXtasie and ilmatic D will rap ya to death

when it comes ta da reef im not picky
im content with da icky sticky
philly blunt paper sayin lick me
and grab a lighta n light me up
show cats that smoke is wuts up
so now im blazed in adaze
goin through a trippy phase
im amazed how this shit got me trippin
as the hin im sippin
got munchies clean out da refrigerator
fall asleep and get high later

when i get on da mic i punish all bastards
send u to ya grave and autograph ya casket
da llast thing u niggas want is for me to strike
come through ya hood like a thunder setorm and put out ya lights
im only droppin 3 bars but fuck u if u hatin
im tired of 30 year old niggas talkin shit jackin off in their mothers basement

step in the circle, up in this cypher
cats see me, and they baby gurl is shittin they diaper
knowin there man, bout to get sonned
shut down all round, like chemical plants over run
spit short, like a midget hawkin a lugee
all yall gettin scarred like you spottin an uzi

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
1

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

just to add, i drop emcees faster than a bad habbit
i could merk mutha fuckas just by callin them a fagget
only takes one look n these punks know they've had it

Sony TV, Stereo, Phone, With A Sony Remote
Hell, I Even Got A Sony Winter-Coat
I'm On A Manhunt For True Crime
This Is My GameDay For A True Rhyme
Gimme A Mic And I'll Blast Mine Over And Over
Let's Get Drunk And I'll Still Be Rhyming When You Turn Sober
Just A Freestyle To Show My Vendetta
I Spit The Most Only To Make It Wetta

Bad and bold you can't get with this
Sadden mofo's who can't rap worth shit
Spit a little just to give you my venom
Leave you speechless at the minum
There's a 187 can't you hear the sirens?
Kill a motha fucka with rhymes i'm firin
I'm a bad mouth fucka on the violent tip
I catch you talkin some shit, i'm a bust yo lip
Now who you gonna tell that i'm makin you soft
The police aint shit cuz i'm payin um' off
Never leave my flows dry cuz they alwayz drippin
Not out of shit to say so i begin my trippin
Never out of shit to say and never reluctant
But i got 2 words to say and they're suck it

now the mic was ready to pass/get high all the time so im heavy wit hash/freein with this quick drop/say one bar now they need a pit stop/dont know my crew but just know that we ride/from the west,south and the east side/battlin kats and they screamin its not quite fair/cause i took ya dreams and turned them into nightmares/im a troubled guy like for instance/i dont know even know theses guys and im tellin them to keep there distance/another question is why would u battle me/cause the result is gonna be one more american casualtie/ u know ill be clashin in fights/then they try come back after i killed them like in the passions of christ......oh shit my bad didnt mean to go there my bad......

pass me tha mic so the verbal assassin will strike/ to yall bitin is life, to me writin is life// kids jus cuss in sum lines n claim to be emcees/ try writin sum time, u aint even a netcee// dez simple ass elementary lines that they sellin-as-rhymes/ im a felon at times, lyrically killin-wit-9's// do ya homework kids n learn sum shyt from tha best/ Verbal Breakdown, we put ya quick to tha test// ma 22 got a 'inf' so i call it a 'beamer'/
ackin tuff in ya lines, but not quick to tha heaters// da only way u puttin holes-in-beaters is tearin-ya-t-shirts/ yall lame dudes neva realizin ya lines r needin-sum-real-work//

~1~

i used to pop the pills
went crazy and got the chills
like i had to kill
thats how i used to feel
and when i stoppd i got an addiction
to be vocal cord clenchin
to whoever be bitchin
back when i was young
when i didnt know the meaning of sprung
playin b-ball with my boys everyday
sayin im a make it to the nba
then things got in my way
alchol sex and takin drugs
showin off to be a thug
well is say fuck it im a do what i want

all i do is smoke blunts/i used to choke cunts/but if i ask if yall poke runts/yall pobably all front/i packed a couple times so im sick wit the gat/love rhymin so u can say im addicted to rap/my rhyme is crisp cant get no clean/pull the mac out and leave mo holes in you then a window screen/if im not rhymin then you kno that im twistin/if i pull the blunt and shoot betta believe im not missin/people say y u act like u nice/cause my style is on point and my rhymins precise....

ayo lemme git dis real quick..

ima spit strait thru it like fluid i flo so free/
i dismantle n manhandle ne one comin close to me//
try it.. ill teach ya quick on da first lesson/
im da teacher of every kids dream, tellin ya to stop testin//
cuz im tha freshest, n i never hesitate to create/
or destroy any lil boi, das makin his way//
to come anywhere close to me, like electrical fences/
i shock yall wit lyrics so mundayne n senseless//
delapitatin any lyricist wit des vicous lyrics/
remember da namer bytches they call me SixX da FinisH//

~1~

i was born with two religions, catholic and lyric-tholism/
my weakness was circumsized, but my 6-inch dick wasn't/
i believe in fuckin niggas up, in words and physically/
rhymes that blow as a-bombs, and jabs for what a nigga saids to me/
and i'm blessed, especially in tha mind and fingers/
i calculate in alphabets, numbers just go for triggers/
i write in pages in my own kind of stylish font/
any new words?, cause one day i'll just be gibberin for fun/
p.s., i'm one of tha illest newbie members in this site yet/
fuck posts, a serial killa cause they be countin all tha mc's i made dead/
so all i gotta say now is one love to vets/

im above in dustry standards i keyup when other cats readup,
i've be known ta leave da scene cause im koo like"james dean"(lol),

i'll flow slow or fast,don't rush,don't need a gun ta cap ya stinky ass,
ya style is wack n i could take all ya skill n still would'nt make any cash,

whateva.......

Freestyles jus come to ma head i dont even gotta think...
With unique wordz such as No man hotta Dink....(inside joke)

Y ya Debatin, n hatin, regulatin n spectatin....
Venom aka bankz in da making.....
Ya catz aint nice ya bitin or fakin.....

Changin shyt up dat otha ppl said...
Bitchez gimme head, ima real thoroughbread....
Twin glockz ya dead, 2 to ya head....
N Im tryin real hard not to pop ma lead....
I'll pop ya leg like da docta said....
I aint from flinstones, but i'll rock ya bed...

N put u to sleep, Dont Creep or meet da heat....
Wit wordz so sikk dat dey ova run da beat....

one of da best in east, giv me a chicken leg or a thigh....
U'll die if u even try to llike devry reach fo tha sky.....

jus a lil sumtin lolz b ez 1

i gotta lot on my mind, i hate it when fuks fuk up
im behind him once again ^ when is he gon shut up
my bad, no dissn, it just caught my eyes while typn
but bac on schedule, fuk, need a rhymn word, dykn :huh:
i get pissed easily, but say i dont get mad, i shit it out
this is wut u really call freestyle typn, blow it out ya mouth
everythings in yo head, and u just type it down fast
well, thats only when u gotta quick mind, so say da last
wtf, i dont kno wut that was
i just wrote that shit down just because
i caught brain block, cause ^ got me mad
but i cant diss him here, so he better be glad

ya betta make it home before its to late
the cops is comin ya lifes a stake
racial profilin is goin around on the minority
cats gangin up but not like a frat or a sorority
im talkin more gats than peeps in they click
false rumor goes around watch the trigga slip
thats all it takes ta make a life go down
worlds smiles turnin to frowns

i dont fuck with coward..i just bone 'em and push 'em backward
you fucking slut got shit twisted..i got my plan for u death listed
instead on ducking..u still got the balld to show up besides ur dick sucking?
god im in this bitch to flip phony's brain the other way round..cos they cheap
ima make my lyrics run up ur ass like and enema..till u run outts the cinema
the slut aint got shit to do..all she dose is run to her pc start acting like a fool
ima eat u up and shit u out like vegetable.. cos if ya didnt know im nothing but UNTOUCHABLE!!!!
even if im a gurl i call myself a dog..and when i come for your flat ass,u gon know its only right to give a dog a bone..BITCH!!!!!!!

this kid got in Retired quick and shit
ill sneez and cough on thatz the only way u sikk
uz a bitch thatrz lackt skillz and suckz dick
I Thought a Dildoe was for gurlz thatz wut u Fuck-Wit
skillz are limited wait no u dont got skillz to brag-about
Dont spit a verse around me ill feel like puttin ova ya head a Bag-and-Shout