dont crash with the titan cuz u kno im the mightiest
keepin shit the close dont try this u cant fight this
dont step to me a lyrical miracle makin u all spirtual
when i spit the flow people cant keep up they slow
yo i check it once and then i check it twice like Santa
people never take shit serious cuz they constantly banter
i can always outblast any that tries to blast me, lastly
ya'll cant get past me ya'll always actin fussy fussy
i bust like a balloon when i come see u its ur doom
destroy all ur shit like Lara Croft i'll raid ur tomb

come face to face like an f 16 jet i'll blast past you
like Juelz Santana eat glass nigga, i'll straight up jack you
they say "stop please" but it aint easy like Tupac
the block's hot when i pull my glock u kno u gon be shot
i'll execute u like Collateral, Tom Cruise or Agent 47**
like i said before i murder shook ones in stack 'em in 11
hop in the trunk of my ride in there is a casket just for ur size
once u in u never gonna make it out alive betta say all ur goodbyes
cuz u gon die in the back when i roll the truck off the cliff
before u hit bottom pray to God and hope like John Legend to "Get Lifted"

** Hitman, Video Game

Never end up to extents, bucks send me to heaven..& I die trapped
Slice scalps until braille..or closed captions required..to recite raps
No firepower used to abuse ya..deaded before the world's collapse
I like straps..leather belts that backslap..reddens ya girl's asscrack
Violence dissolves from my mind..sometimes..when not provoked
Think ya hot as toast til I shot ya folks..you'll go spotting ghosts
Like bingo markers on early birds..all ya plots for options roast
Producin thin beef..intoxicate ya kid dreams to be a sick fiend
Endangered species more dodo than underwear shit streaks
Don't misread my plans..from gray matter to keyboard..it flows
Separation anxiety..annoys like bill o'reilly..see more disowned
Than homeless orphans..unimportant dough servin bums Cisco
Wil Irish Rose too..crackheads wit chapped lips ask for change
They rather bask in pain..than pick up daily tasks..too strange
For me to understand..mentals fucked..Bush has upper hand
Why you really think..he won't resist all these gutter scams
The fucker stands..wishin our existence bruised from thin holes
The fact we're black..& Louisiana's sunken city..includes N.O...
Shows it's no lack of resources..but a surplus of greed forcing
I bet twenty years..legally taxed'll be..bags of trees forming

Its true, thugs get u lonely too when left all alone
be blowin out candlesticks wishin they at least had a clone
left for dead, no ones home, wanderin the streets at night
gettin into fights but tryin to stay on the path thats right
eternal damnation within thier mind waitin in the line
to go to heaven by way of 187 but it aint thier time
the minds of outlaws go insane from the piercing pain
start thinkin of violence so the guns go off like Max Payne
on their own like Lil Wayne the objective becomes main

its aight ...

Most want to circumcize their pain and throw it in song
I'm vain I subscribe to mine and claim everything I perform
My life ain't luke warm riddled with booty clappin in thongs
its tattooed to hip hop artisticly skipping on scratch beats
And Storms I lived through poverty always been an issue
Friends been holding pistols only aiming at their temples
Their love over powered them most misunderstood their mental
Cause a better life they wanted for that love hell they went through
Found God and took an exit even though suicide is sinful
Misinterpretated some proverbs but the gesture was unconditional
Their loyalty was sturdy for God and Hope i'm missing you
Cause the struggle is for peace of mind beyond a beat pad and pencil

check it ... nigga move or u gonna get moved
like chemistry i'll put ur ass in a test tube
u cant mess with me im part of the test u see
when i pull the tecs u gon see ever so clearly
dont cheat me, never mind, cuz u cant beat me
like a impossible SAT u need to pass me to graduate
possibly coming together like liquid thats saturated
dont become agitated do good on the mathmatics
emotions become estatic but u come back like an addict
cuz u failed once man dont repeat it and do it twice
ur mind sailed daydreamin about ur heart being cold as ice
cant breathe like fabolous u dont kno what to write
try to cheat on the person on ur left but u kno it aint right
so what u gon do like lil jon u gotta think on ur own
come up with something outta the blue off the top of the dome
like freestylin on the corner with the fellas while slangin rock
betta be quick cuz the time cant stop and it wont stop

this nigga a geek, mostly sweet and always run the streets
not cuz hes a thug, cuz hes a punk like ashtin who likes hes ass kick by moore feet
im more like blast'in till the last-sheel spit from the clip
and a yell comes out, screaming AHHHH IM HIT
so sit the fuck down like dogs with good trainning
or get the metel to ya cheast, that'll have ya SOUL missing like empty cross-tranning

look at this nigga thinkin he dissen a cat
Talkin about a gun but aint eva heard of a gat
U comen to the freestyle cypher looken the diss
Then you hit me up in frontlines n its our battle u missed
Cuz im mixin it up like a rubic cube
This niggaz rhymes is a fraud he the one jerkin wit the lube

whack and its nuttin nigga

you think you hold the topic-crown?
look here a topic-clown,
you...murder in chop'ed into a top-less-gown

6 line minimum

-Ysd@-

clocks seems to be tickin for me to lose
all the fuckin stress seems to be made from skool
and i got a headache plus a really bad flu
yet in this cypher...i'm stil able to merk cats in 2's
mystic the dickrider..and notorious d..the unknow cat
i don't know much about them..but one thing fo sure...THEY BOTH WHACK!!

check it...
im the unknown cat.....but im the dude holdin tha bat
tippin down tha cap.....loading the gat

yelling ur name out n take ur last breath
bcuz dis will be tha end of ur life...in otha wordz...ur death

shot you twice.....fagget didnt wear his vest
ayo now anotha r.i.p tattoo in ur mans chest

you wasnt even strapped boy
talk that shyt imma break ya back boy

^^LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :laugh2: :laugh2:

that shit's so pathetic..strobe's ashamed for dealings
& look at mystic..crying from me hurtin his feelings
he seems to be sheddin tears sniifin the corn n ticks
i don't claim he's on my dick...i KNOW he's on my dick
he's the one to be a bitch..thinkin that'd git me banned
if he offened..there's ignore feature in the cpu pan
i ain't 13..i'm 15...yet i got this 19 yr old flirtin wit me
n despite the age differnce..i'ma still hurt him for real
just leave the cyphers u little bitch..complain in shit
like he's tryna be a prima donna n wear panties like a bitch
in real life..like i said..when there's beef..he's hidin n shit
n there's wouldn't be beef here...if he didn't come ridin my stick

i hate that bitch she left me now she want me back...its like im having an
panic attack...i cant breath i cant sleep ..i wish i was 6 feet deep then i wouldnt
have theses bad dreams in my sleep she ask me was wrong but i say i dont remember...
i have a bad tememper and our baby has me confused with the blue's maybe she should tie her tubes ....nothing else i can lose

STFU no-one cares about ya life so hook the cord around ya neck
and if you keep gaspin for air, then i'll shove bullets down ya wid-pipe w/ a tech
dj bannana come on now, what kind of homo name is that?,
u smoking something?,pass-that, cuz thats like a personal invatation to ya ass-crack
you're style is like feet to the world we all find it ugly N hard to peep
and if i ever said ya flow is hot, i ment after u pissed all on ya feet HAHA!!!

sent back to the earth because i wasnt accepted in
hell or heaven now everything after me so i start deflectin sins
man i'll get at both of them God and the Devil cant stop me
always gonna be rappin with my posse man aint no one touch me
aint no love for thugs cuz we always loaded aint no one control it
we got the fuckin navy, marines, airforce and we about to roll it
going all out like the mob we follow our own damn rules
makin niggas drool cuz we always wear diamond jewels
dont act a fool cuz its "ludicrous" u dont kno what to do with this
stop actin anxious cuz if u do we gon come around and flank ur shit
i'll drop from the sky like rain and stick on u kinda like napalm
incenerate ur body make it explode like a bomb yo get the shotty
so i can open u like an autopsy man aint no one got me
cant even come close to me blow away ur physical structure
and then burn u like usher and i didnt even touch ya
cant mess with me cuz i roll with the nines u see
try to lock me up in a penitentiary but i'll escape easily
i stayed quiet and learned the shit in elementary
now im smart like Einstein and im hard to kill like ur enemies
im the enemy at the gates snipin ur soldiers makin them drop
flip flop my rifle go pop on the block while i listen to hip hop

my best freestyle...in my opinion

I'm gifted from strip shops..cashing ya car parts like checks
Leave apartment space empty..even before narcs are set
I feel it in the air like beanie..but damn if I'll get handcuffed
Grass & dirt intertwined..on my fabrics..flakes of dandruff
Picture the thought like quick glance..fast moment forgetful
While smackin ass so big..lookin like hands holdin pencils
My tasks & goals simple..use my balls to touch ya net profits
Sabotage ya with ya broad..collars got streaks of wet polish
She doesn't own..would treat ya wit respect if..ya wasn't cloned
Dummy's knowin nothin..is why armed killers are gunnin homes
Once ya dome popped..& yellow tape's off..another dope spot
Kids are orphans like annie..to a big proportion that's handy
Force em to work six days a week..twenty hours for candy
I devour all plans seen..to escape from new york..to san diego
A walker without revenge..unlike J.D..can't disban halos
Once applied..I'll get fatter not eating..before ya function live
You a cartoon..I'm the cast of soap operas..a thousand characters
Better desert from sin city or..open killin for surrounded amateurs

im so exlusive so i make myself elusive cant catch me
i flow like water out of fountains no u cant match me
cant even attack me im catastophic just sit back and watch it
im makin so much money all of it cant even fit it in my pockets
yo grab the glock and cock it cuz we about to make it blow out
make 'em grow it out and its my name they all gonna shout

hmmm........ let me take a crack at his......

fillin u wit wit these lyrical sriptures these almost spiritual,
me and demon seed reciprical, yet we both miracles,
on these keystyles or freestyles he hot i'm extra cold,
yea, this a small font but my text is bold,
and vocals unprecidented, next we go
into poetry or gfx, yo that's how we roll,
and as far as bein cocky i'm like Rocky, can't see me guys,
i'm a star, plus just got signed to TTI,
so approachin me or C, don't be runnin your mouth,
cuz we done smashed cats from the short north to the the tall south.......

not my best work, but hey, it's a key style....... holla atcha boy..........

I'm Like Threats, I'll Throw Cocktails Thru Yo Mommas Crib
They Call Me Child Abuser, I Beat Down ''Bloody'' Kidz
Leave Em Black n Blue, One Smack~for~You, Move Ya Left Lung Right
Then My Next Punch'll Move Ya Next Lung Outta Sight
I Buck One, Its Stuck Inside You, Now Ya Whole Famz Duckin Behind U
Claimin They Didnt Mean It, LikeWhat? Are U Reppin A Blind Crew?!
Open Da Blinds Dude, Try See'n Me, My Rays Hurt Ya Eyes
Cuz Da Scope Is Locked 2 Ya Optic Lens, An It Never Liez
I Can See Fear, Like A ''Bloodhound'' I Hunt You Down
Cuz Were I'm From Niggas Pull Triggers When U Walk Thru My Town
Give U Da Crown, Use It As Target Practice......-Never Miss-
|Y'all Is Shook!|...
Steppin Too Me Got U Scared & ''Shakin A Leg'' Like Takin A Piss

Why split-this-way?..Got a blunt and fifth-in-place
I'm almost ready..to throw bottles..script-ya-face
Like bad-surgeons..slice & dice til the bags-hurtin
On ya eyes..To report for vice..I'm the last-person
To snitch-on..I control pro hitmen tools they live-on
Swing swift arms..put ya face first in a ditch-wrong
Before bury-in-corpses..gotta go hurry-my-courses
Transactin drug deals..then scurry-enforcement's
Quick-to-watch like perverts..inside my private-stash
Shit-I-spot undeserved...only a bottom line-of-gas
Rap anyway it comes-out..ya frail takin dumb-routes
Any 'date available'..impale em..take his lungs-out
You mean shit-to-me..no form of clues-or-history
Fake Goosebump mystery raps..booed-instantly
Free-style like no-other..rapper under closed-covers
See-wild reactions as..deepthroatin ho's-smothered
Won't surpass that-point..aches in my back-&-joints
Force me to pause..now I really have-no-choice

red alert code 3 attack formation close down the location
we rise to the occasion kinda like inflation or floatation
get ur weapons ready and remember its safety first
we reppin our beliefs and now its time to disperse
split up, ready the traps, and set up the ambushes
lyin in stillness like water gettin ready to push
they come in with silence they dont kno about violence
they defiant tyrants they cant beat us cuz we have alliances
suprisin this we attack them with style and agility
we have the quality of moving freely like mobility
And now fight's started lookin like firework festival
we winnin with ease we so high we should sit on pedestals
dont meddle with us we gods of war the most hardcore
freedom is what we fightin for and yes this is what we'll die for
my boys are gettin hit but they stand up they're true soldiers
my heart becomes colder and i realize that im never gonna get older
the bullets ricocheting off of walls faster than the coupe
hopefully, when we die they give us the 21 gun salute

uh-oh, stop the presses it's that breakin news,
nope, the same-old-same-old still breakin fools,
off wit this imaculate articulate shit,
don't even bother to take a crack at it, can't get wit this bitch,
had fools feenin' like a crack attic now i'm back at it,
killin fools daily lyrical homicide what's static
but my electric smooth flow, almost automatic wins,
no matter the winds, aerodynamic, my automatic wins,
reppin my hood "go folks" stay passin up u slow folks,
robbin hoods and keepin the proceeds fo' the po' folks........

bitches hatin me..keep it up,I'll impair your sight
& why should we freestyle when we can write?
and make shit better than wat we already do now?
cuz whenever i spit my writtens
...ya'll all ask us.....HOW!?!?
i'm the type to get my style bitten first,and my lines after
then i'll find those mother fuckers,beat 'em.and make 'em plastered

I got many merits for puttin people into hysterics
my lyrics u should hear it they become electric
runnin in eccentric circles i got family matters like urkel
gettin so tired pissed off about it that i'll murder ya
not conceited but i need it im talkin about the pride
im unquestionably authentic thats why my name is bonafide
remember that just in case we make and come into contact
its a fact that i'll snap at you without warning just to rap
never lack always strategy with my enemies like chess
if they fuck with me they get jumped like checkers nothing less

Evidently im sick wit tha flow, I be stompin you out
Cased closed bitch, i done stomped you out
Same word twice still rhymin sick, im too dope
My shit would be doper even if i wrote the same shti that you wrote
My lines are stretched, they are snappin necks
Put an end to this rhyme before I get put on a hex

werd bored as fuck lol

ima muthafuckin renegade like eminem and jay z
when people dont pay me i just leave and go crazy
lightin up their houses in flames always on course
im nothin that u will be able to tame like a wild horse
aint no one watch over me except for the man above me
man i love me and now im in a position of possibility
i dispose of my foes with ease always killin my enemies
gettin rid of the competition this is my main mission
release me like emissions i'll teach u like politicians
stop with the wishin ur dreams aint never gonna come true
nothin outta the blue so sickenin u come down with the flu

off-top of my head

nah you just crazy, been infected since a baby
moms got all into ya life, now you dont even want parts of the lady
want to let go, but cry'ed when the bitch knows
that its time to go, little man needs to grow
she said its violence you seek by hanging with the nigrows
bitch acted like she knows, the rican moms who jump's off like her knees-grow
the one who hangs out with ED like she slow
it was either listen or get put into a positition
thats hard to tell whats gonna happen like WWE submission
cuz the likes of this, is that im going to o.d.. be
cuz every hit reless from the chamber.... like the best of O.D.B
and im just starting, ya flow stink like you just farting
fuck these pup's bark'in,
my nine auto-make them quite like its equipd with a silencer
a blade from ear to ear should keep a smile-on-her
fuck you dont need every bone in ya body in-order
but since you insist,
i'll just knock ya teeth out N replace it with a pinky from ya daughter
the masscar is here fuck 50 cent career
i'll just back-up in my whipe to end he's car-rear *career*
the shit hype, dont get snip,
fuck bougers my blade to ya nose i'll get swipe
you aint close to me aint shit-alike
N yea u get nikes,.... only after i give ya wify some dick for a good night
then she feels bad, and i feel glad,
cuz that old-bitch is you're mom i fucked since ya girl N her look alike BITCH!!!

Two glocks twelve shots left to pop u better duck
go out like a real gangsta shot on the block dont stop
stand up its the last stand i got the guns in my hand cocked
talkin to them gonna ask if they ready to go out and rock
its was deafening silence police sirens stopped time itself slowed
i kno im not gettin out of this hold so i pray and now im fixed to roll
blastin first the bullets be gliding at the speed of sound
dodgin the slugs like the matrix running all around
smoke fills the streets so blurring like storms in the desert
death was the only thing to come out of this nothing less

listenin to that drive slow........lil off tha top............

cars like the movies, can't afford to go,
can't do nuthin but watch, enjoy the show,
no cars, no clothes, can't pull no hoes,
and all my boy's paid so i'm movin slomo,
feelin homo, d/r to get a ride,
to my ex-girl's to get high,
or just a lil buzzed, don't really matter,
when u fucked up don't matter who's L's fatter,
drive slow in my grandmama's beat down Caddy,
so fucked howlin at the jokes from a laffy-taffy,
in the back seein colors and them real bright lights,
all shit, it's 5-0 iight,
everybody be kool, u can barely tell,
that we fucked up as fuck but we can't hide the smell,
please don't take me to jail sir, promise i'ma stop the shit,
the cop just smiled and asked me could he cop a hit..........

on rapverse.com cuz a nigga dont gotta life
got dumped by my girl cuz i wanna be on this site
addicted i am cant get this shit off my effin mind
o well im dope bitch you know im one of a kind
dont try to step to my game cuz ill stomp on you
and if you give me money ill straight con you

lol j/p uppin my posts...........

GG-no-re?i think i should change my name/
cuz it aint a game its a place where u battle to burn up ya name with flames/
i aint the shit im just a cyphering whore/
people just ge ton their knees,just to bow to me on the floor/
i hear a doorbell,but i aint stupid to open the door/
i aint about to get shot by nigguhs like u/
im a motherfucker so fucking y to?(spanish)

got y'all copyin me...cuz ur raps are too lame to climb-in
shit.....I got all these herbs following me like my name's simon
cuz i'm ill with my rhyming.......ain't no one out there to measure
u bitches all run 'round the place,askin for dicks in ya rear,for pleasure
i keep track of the weather,i know wat's crackin on ya minds
u study my lines..bite my styles..cuz i got all wat ur lacking with rhymes

i only got a couple seconds i aint got a minute to waste
i need to haste gettin ready to leave up out this place
say ur shit and let me go before i force it out ur mouth
stop actin like u T.I. man u aint the king of the south
u betta take a different route dont even follow me out
dont think about it cuz i'll smack you the fuck out
like boxing it'll be only one round nigga dont get locked out
it aint about u i got the guns cocked dont get boxed out
i'll knock you out with ease you so dirty and sleazy
and then what, u aint no soul survivor like young jeezy
a lil punk bitch actin cheesy nigga u aint a man
u pissed me the fuck off so u'll see the back of my hand

took me about 7 minutes. im tryin to come up with shit faster.

look you got me fuck'ed up like you taking ass-shots
as not to say, you was the man in the new gay-ass-shop
wearing leather wrap in whip's, asking for tip's
you fucking queer, you probley the founder of hormon's "4 men bigger tit's"
"lick ya lips" and have ya body ready for flips-n-all
so think big desert bird next time u ask, if we gonna do it RAW
look, u'll get WHORED N left to bleed like i pop'ed a few
how many hoe's you got?, i'd say about 3 n Bonafide my possible
after i let off, there aint noting to put a stop-thru-you
all-red, from shots planeted in-u'r-head,
i'll mop the floor with you
point blank really, all ya punches mainly miss
but u'll still feel my hits with hand-cuff wrap around my wrist

what you drinkin on like jim jones actin insane
flowin like cocaine thru your brain objective becomes main
infiltratin buildings and splittin ur cells like sam fisher
with the night vision in the dark, the silent listener
takin people out behind thier back with the silencers
aint no kindness with the flow its just some violence
verbal murderer slicin u up into pieces like ribbons
i kno theres gonna be some mess so i put my bib on
put the lid on aint no one gonna hear u so dont scream
just try to pretend its a dream even tho its a horrible scene

you to lame, couldnt get on a track if it was produce in a train
shit its incyan the way i do my thing from here to main
regulardless i spit my hardest weather you feel me or clown me
but the way it sounds be, alot of followers wanna serround me
bonafide verbally drown'in you herbs into a pool of verbs
slash ya brain-cells in quaters, till you box'ed up like nerds
thats my word, i'll die-come-back and still wouldnt change a thing
ego stuck in my soul, making me spaz like bad back that couldnt hold
but maybe im more ready then the navy in katrina
baby, i'll put the beam to ya, till you mumble ya words thru the nina
freestyle never stop, not even the cops slow my flow
its either duck and dodge, buck N lodge till ya top open like a garage ITS WHATEVER

ima threat to frauds thats why you got an attitude
man i'll take two daggers and cut u side to side like latitude
makin it look like a smiley face make u keep that pose
i suppose but then i'll rip open ur mouth and part it like moses
u might not feel anything cuz u'll be under hypnosis
im like tupac cuz i'll blast on whoevers closest
im the boy who brings black herses and put ur ass in curses
aint go be an alert when i stab u and make ur heart burst
i kno its gon hurt so i brought u so pain killers it might help
but when i suffocate ur ass aint nobody gon hear u yelp

LOOK MAN,

i aint diss you but if you want WAR fam you just set-it
fuck a dead-it, only if hes vital-signs are shot like bad-credit
YOU BITCH like ya name said-it,
so when i bust i'll part ya brain like a spit'in-head-ach
you pathetic, dissing me you gonna regert-it
make a couple of wagers, cuz imma put the sheet-ova like ya bed-did *get it*
i'll suffercate you till you bleed-blue in-need of oxygen
straight up ox's ya man,
ya arm's in'a wooden cuff'in only time you be BOX'IN-MAN * GET IT *

man it's OVA!!

and i aint even take a shot at you bonaifyd
i gave you a complament RE-READ IT BITCH!!

you done fuck'ed up now thou