the shots I give are deadly,
like pastor troy im ready ,
ill kidnapp and wrap that boy,
clap my strap a plastic toy,
lose your belt like what happen roy,
pack your casket you rap bastad,
I got a trey-five-seven mack-eleven 4 pound,
s-and the a-k holden me down, :shoot:
you think this is a game until your layin,
body in a trunk decayen,
while your fams at home prayen,
you cant pay what you weighen,
I shoot shit up like shyne,
all the time im on my grind,
sraight out tha FOUR-ONE-NINE

Man shut up u aint gonna do nuttin, that u spittin.
U and everbody knows it's a lie, prob couldn't swing a gat even if u try.
Man get into reality, oh thug u need some formality.
Man u dont even know what u rappin about, u prob dont even live dis stuff so dont even doubt.

Look at your self little stewey,
Your a family guy,
Fucc wit me boy you'll need a manly try,
You call your self diamond ha,
Sounds like a mut,
No wonder why you walk wit your tail
between your legs when you strut,
Dumb fucc,
Your wit bitches and no groom,
Poodle boy your not lieing,
When I put you out its a boom,
Ill hit your block and make some room,
Keep talking and it'll be real soon,
Your 1-0 record aint shit,
Starighgt from denhim,
What the fucc is that,
No wonder you sound so wack,
Put your kids on crack,
Your better then who? a slave,
You probably want to be black,
The difference between us,
I say what I mean and I mean what I say,
I keep a choppa a-k,
Its nuthen you think I'm bluffen,
I stay husslen neva fronten,
Commen up on sumthen

my pimp card never expired i fuel the fire make nigga wont to go to the pigs for a wire so the can take me down in the rounds actin maken contack like a contrack killer im realler then the realist killers

its da king
 

u.g. from no where I see you got my hoes,
picture I respect that,
A sign of good taste so I'm a accept that,
But ill tell a bitch like this,
I gives a fucc who you fucc wit,
Who's or who's dick what did you suck it,
Just as long as you swallow my shit,
and not spit that's the kind of bitch,
I love fuccen wit,
ma don't ask me why
I don't need a relationship,
I got a black,white,mexican,asion chick,
a cajun trick who be pagen quick,
I'm not captain kirk hoe,
I don't be saven shit,
I be layen brick,
Cuz south sides in the house right,
open your mouth for this couch ride,
I give it raw real and un cut,
hard like a gun but,
make em craw from a cum nut,
Yeal its like that ill be right back
I got a dike cat given a night cap,

DUB S chart-toppa- freestyle king
internationally know as a country sweeper
i sweep thru all yaw niggas and kep it clean
im like a DVD but i come wit mo features
breakin records quicker den vinals (records)
i pack a punch in a small package like a niner
yaw like me till yaw see ima minor
i14 and i got betta ServE(ise) den diner

~I hate new-b's on here talkin alot of shit~
~Really this wacko's stink worse than sweaty arm-pits~
~Given us a bad name,dissen vets and we gettin tha blame~
~Gettin tarred wit tha same brush, they need to be tamed~
~Rantin and Ravin sayin that they are tha best~
~Talkin shit bout how they can take any1, im not impressed~
~They won't be talkin bull-shyt when i'm through~
~puttin these herbs down...get to tha back of tha cue~

I make a freestyle bout a freestyle,check it its slick,tha only thing bout this free text is I get paid for it.I stay tha shit like I can't control my stool,I like Higher learner but dat don't mean I'ma go ta school.I jus blow dat bud,and sip dat M G Dizzo,and fuck hoes,fuck no you gets none of my bucks fa shizzo.No H ta tha Izz O,jus D ta tha eF,and if you heard how you sound like me you wanna be Deaf.Cause my game is seasoned and your ganarich brand,you wanna be 50 cent you can get shoot by many man,many,many,many,man hit you and ya girl up in tha Mini Van.

Fagget ass shackles dont know wat hes talkin bout~
Get it right ur an HERB now bitch wheres my sourcrout~
But hes not the only bitch who thinks hes on top~
Hes just the bitch that keeps comin and wont stop~
Most these other cats is startin to understand~
That they dont belong...so they all went to neverland~

~Yo this boy flow2crazy jus won't leave me alone~
~Dude won't let it go, he's like a dog wit a bone~
~Yeah this dude know alot about neverland~
~wearin tights and jus as fake as peter pan~
~He needs to move on and forget it~
~If u dun, your gonna need a whole lot of paramedics~

I burnt some bread this morning, it made me cry
It was the last to slices, I had to eat rye!
I hope dat shit neva happens f'sho
I hate rye, I dont want it no mo'

i was browsin through the forums, what do i see?
another flaming noob comes up to me
bigest hugest retarded probly in the world
it was so pathetic, i nearly hurld
he got o nthe forums, his posts he did mass
so i got up and blamed his ass

w0ot

*life as a farmer
Sometimes bread is nice, but they stale today.
the harvest was great, the crew came back with em group-ayes...
But this dude taddled wit em, I Wonder'd what he wanted..
a battle I guess, U see us farmers aint easily taunted,
My mind was occupied while i was ripping this fag-get
"damn, need to go somewhere and buy some Bag-gets"
But fuck im hungry, so i'll make my first one fatal..
Lols.. killed that dumbass, then came back inside for a bagal.
So.. moral of this story, I dnt know.. proly something lyrical..
Im jus hungry, but the breads stale.. so...wheres the cereal?..

Wtf was that?... my bad....

.
 

I had some candy and this dude wanted some of mine
I told him "Hell No!' and pulled out my loaded nine
I laughed evily then jus comiited a horrorible crime
I took off running away from the coming line-
Of Cops coming down the street
I threw away my Heat
And ran to the nearest place to eat
Hid under the largest table for a little more
When I was caught by the cops and I blamed it all on the whore
Who told me I had to kill the owner of the liquor store
Because the other night she got in his truck
Then they began to fuck, and she didn't get a buck

I've changed my way, Now back with the psa/
Yeah the Q he is gay, but with me it's okay/
SMokin' dro with Ziggy, Fuckin' hoes, I ain't picky/
My rhymes ain't tricky, they stand out like a sticky/

the realist shit I've spoke, So ill it hurts my throat/
I wake up snork some coke, Drink till I about choke/
Do I give a shit? Nope, cuz everything I do is dope/
If you don't beleive me, just check a c-explicit post/
If you can't conceive me, get ready for a respective roast/
I will merk you, jerk you... ya head sideways ready for impact/
Girls, I'll work you, twerk you, you need to get ready for this mac/

Sometin close makes me wanna express, what I feel to-wards this ideal vision of the opposite Sex.
Shelley, makes me fly higher than kites in the sky makes my knees jelly every time I pass by… Her..
Im dyin for, a life outside our class room, and Glass views, wit a close up of ure ass zoomed.. Lols.
Im past school.. I wanna hold u in my arms embrace.. Promise if u wit me, that’s all ure hurts and their harms erased.

But...Im farming hate, ready to blow if u dont want me wit u.. but dw.. I aint the type to go after I hit u...Ho.
*fuck I cant make up my mind..

My intellectual growth of the mind
that i use to break spines
with nines that shine fine with glory
this shits not a fable or a made up story
cuz i rock hot spot in drop tops
with hot glosks go ahead in talk
but make sure u can back it up fa real
cuz u dont wanna see ya mouth on the tip of my steel
biiaaaaaatch.

Lettin Bitches And Hoes Know Tha Im Fuckin For Real/
Don't Need No Imitations Cause Im Your Only Deal/
Battle Guys That Fold Under Tha Pressure Like Napkins/
We Only Started So Lets Get This Bitch Crackin/
Come Down Hard On Hoes Who Dun Know Not To Mess/
Neva Mess Wit Me If They Know Wats Gud Im Puttin Them To Rest/
Fake Emcee's Can't Handle My Intillect Duck Out My Eye~View/
You Mutha Fucka's Can't Fuck Wit Me Dun Even Try~To/
Rippin Yall To Pieces Like Vicious Rotwielers Wit Rags/
Im Sharp 'n' Straight To Tha Point Like Thumb Tacks/
Sendin Out A Warning To All Of You Dumb Fags/

(Written As Spitten)
That Shyt Was Wack But Its OK.

yo
 

Aint been here for long, but dun seen many tings
You gat the wack, the crazy, the aight and the kings
Every now and den u get called out by a fool
For me, last week, it was Invader_ZIM, he got skooled
Sometimes u even come across a biter
A bitch Mc, taken rhymes of others, saying "this shit is me"
Last one I seen was Slick SKillz, tring to chat shit off the 8 mile DVD
Im forced to battle these fools, to raise my rep
So in time I can battle the real ,who sit on the highest step
So until that time dun come
All I can say is " Who want some?" :shoot:

Check my battles:

Elusiv G vs. Invader_ZIM
Elusiv G vs. Slick Skillz
Elusiv G vs. Mc Merc

a lil something for all them tru MCs
 

Yo now a days all I see is fake thugs in this rap game claming they killas but really some pussy with a fake image/
I aint perfect but I know who I am and I aint no 50 cent or pac but I can get crazy on any one who make my pot pop /
im tiered of seeing all these niggas and britches saying they as hard as a rock as if they where auditioning for Chavy truck modeling spot/
when deep inside they soft like pussy the first day it gets shaved /
My style is tight in different ways/
I can let it out metaphorically or just in plain simple text but when I spit it quick on the mic you the audience is gonna think I aint speaking English/

:D

na when i step up to da mic niggas feeln my style////feel like im on stage perfoming and im movn da crowd/i was born wit importance i was cool as a child/in da A Riverside i was loose runing wild/in da streets wit my peeps wut u gone do na/got dat tool got dat heat for beef coolin em down/if they ont do it than its cool........ its fenna go down/ watch what u say na muthafucka dis a-town/u could see it my hat u cold see it my pants when i reppn wit my clique u could see it in my hand/boi we do dat a stomp u could see it when i dance/and we rolln deep as fuk nigga deep as the grand/ yeaaaaa

na when i step up to da mic niggas feeln my style////feel like im on stage perfoming and im movn da crowd/i was born wit importance i was cool as a child/in da A Riverside i was loose runing wild/in da streets wit my peeps wut u gone do na/got dat tool got dat heat for beef coolin em down/if they ont do it than its cool..... its fenna go down/ watch what u say na muthafucka dis a-town/u could see it my hat u cold see it my pants when i reppn wit my clique u could see it in my hand/boi we do dat a stomp u could see it when i dance/and we rolln deep as fuk nigga deep as the grand/ yeaaaaa

These Cypher Threads Have Gone Dead, Have Latley Bin Quiet....
So Many Fakes On This Board Like My Aunt Sayin She's Goin On A Diet....
I'm jus Busy waiting For My Last Open Battle To Close Then It's 4-4...
Belive Me You Don't Want More, Like A Fat Kid Who's Jus Ate A Candy Store..
Im Tha Reason Yah Mum Goes To Bed Early Why Yah hea Moans In Tha Night.
FreeStyle Untouchable, Got More Skill And Lyrics Than Em 'N' Pac Combined...

fuk this world ill 'break bitches' 'make stiches' while u 'take hitches'
i come and 'bring hits' that 'fold kids' from the dungeons when i 'hold rips' that i *snap* cause of the *wack* they mean nothin but 'cold triks'
i 'rip out yah optics' and 'grip hold yah tits' cause i am a man that kills fakes like a 'nip of alcholix'

I live in my HOUSE and wear my moms pink BLOUSE
dont make me bite yo' dick and make ya say OUCH
im a white little NIGGLET and my dick is as small as PIGGLET's
yes i did call my self a NIGGLET so i say can i get yo' DIGITS??
i like to LICK honkey CLIT with your moms donkey DICK
can i PICK a DICK with my moms CLIT or her big ass DICK
BANG CLA CLANG CLANG BANG!
IM WHITE!

Yo So This Is The 'Freestyle Cypher'
Its Shotta Boys Turn To Delight-ya
I Pick Up The Mic n Push The Gas Down Spittin Fire Like A LIGHTER
Its The streetFIGHTER Ready To Kick The Shit Out Of A Bitter

The Atmospheres In Trouble Cause We Forecastin Bullets Spittin Like Rain
Check The 'Method' n You'll See ''I Came To Bring Da Pain'
I'm Poppin Rhymes Like A Bottle Of Champagne
Showin Nigguhz Inovative Ways To Snort Cocaine

The Rhymes So Hot They Say The Letters Bout To Jump Off Screen
J4P'z The Crew But I'll Spit Friendly Fire @ My Own Team
I Dont Mean No Disrespect But I'ma Do Watever To Shine Like A High Beam
No Matter What U Do Ya Cant Stop My Clique Reigning Supreme
This Heres Over So Holla If You Wanna Do It Again, Nah Mean?!

yo influenced up in here... you know how we do,

as i sit here with a pen in my hand staring at the paper,
writing rhymes like your the bitch im the lyrical raper,
i'm the caped "crusader", mr lyrical "invader",
vote "degrader" due to childish "behaviour"
you can call me a "hater" a protest "debator"
or even a facial "masterbater"
quite frankley i could give two fucks,
pluck out your eyebrows pull out my 9 make you cluck.

pz.

yo imma let some shit off my chest rite here


yo ben here for awhile battles lost 9 to fukin herbs,
ppl claimin they reppin da streets wen they in da burbs,
dis one guy phaitnum not ment to diss,
but he cheated on a battle so i was pissed,
of course wat u fukin think? guess it was a win he was expectin,
i ne whe was gay i always had my thoughts i was suspectin,
bit fuck him fukin cheatin punk ass pussy bitch,
wat a funkin punk who got beat mushy bitch,
man fuck dis fresstyle ima a killa i dont play,
no fake image here i do wat i say,
im goin in shock dawg its time to kill agen,
yo wehn phatinum dosnt stay active u no i did it then.

yo check it
i freestyle wit sum shit dat will beat ya drums
in ya ear cuz i don't sit bak n twiddle my thumbs
u fuckin dumb
if u think im let u 'shake' me
let u dip inside my bitch like 'milk wit yo oreo cookies
im not a rookie
n losin not really in my vocabulary
cuz u hear me 'MO' in yo 'TOWN' as if my name was Berry*
cuz i chase cheese all around like TOM chase JERRY
n i be n better fuck scenes wit bitches den dat white nigga wit Halle Berry**
now aint dat scary
how i pop shit like 4th of July firecrackers
niggas "beat dey meat" ova my records dey steal so dey really JACKERS
sum slackers unfascinating
my 'beats' past ya 'heart' rating
so continue ya perpatraiting, while i continue bathing
in cash

*Berry Gordy owns MO TOWN RECORDS
**Halle Berry had sex wit a white guy n Monsters BALL

I only write shit fa me fuck what you like.Have you tied up in ya house jus fa thinkin that you tight.But you have that right,and my nine is whats left,talk jazzy if you like my slugs tell you whats next.And even when you erect,you still soft like real tits,I'll street fight ya bitch azz,hit yo chin wit a heel kick.And naw I don't feel shit,I'm numb to this world,beef wit me,leave ya head drippin like a jerry curl.And all I do is hurl,stay spittin up sick shit.Cause shits sick up spittin everythang,I'm equip wit,you dip stick.I flip quick,my mystics,and stroll on tha slow.And my competition is like mutes,cause you don't wanna flow,unless you lookin fa floor plans, 6 deep up in dirt lands.Bitch you couldn't clap hard even if you used ya award hands.

Im an electrical Spektikul, skeptikul when Im spiritual,
Im not religious, but I perform lyrical miraclez,
On fiyah like a volcanic eruption, spontanious combustions,
disguistin when im bustin, these rhymes like corruption,
Im sikk in tha parties, more intense with every beer chug,
Go into a bedroom, give myself the date-rape drug,
Im crazy in that way, but thats ok, Im sharp like a spike,
You got an uzi in your pocket, but im my hand I gotta mic...

I’m just significant when spiting shit with this shit i’m magnificent
I unscripted your spits then canalblize yawl spits analize my scrips and yawl find that its greater then the founding father of the o-bis a lyrical demon is my profession confession am a lyricists smarter then the first 3 collage's
Spontaneous is my shit maintaining this gift that gods given nothing iv spoken in battles was written just disposed rose to the top rake of the classes that where in contact with my contact lenses nigga is like hence me or proverbial ill bing

I run wit the crew..
I jus met and eagles shit, NDUKAE KALU.

Talk about them wack kids, well i hault em...
I raise the bar in battles like polevaultin

You got hot freestyles, nah, not like that...
Like dislocated shoulder...You come at me, u get popped right back

Man my punches is strong, dog u cant bruise mine...
looks like a broke crackhead, u dont rank high wit them wack 2 lines.

niggas wanna be gully that ass can get popped...
cuz i bangout, and wake ya mans up wit the ringer like alarm clocks

You got these rhymes
well i got better lines

You kno u cant beat me, thats why u vexed
Ill have your fallin out, like titties on lil kim dress