got this when i was about to do self glorification in cypher...quick shit...





This Game yo..im live with the wordplay/
disturb graves, at the same Time, im makin herbs lay/
my styles twisted man, im destroyin ear optics/
bust like mini rockets, make soundwaves appear in eye sockets/
think u got skillz, well step to the Game/
do it quick cuz the other half of me will overdose ya brain/
i'll just kick back and wait for the next attack/
i'll blaze tracks, or pour out the juice in my thinkin cap/
its like my freestyle's equivalent to lacin a notepad/
i'll scope mad- emcees....battle dudes until they throats sag/
leavin hoarse voices, spit sicc leavin moistness/
is it Game...or Time...either way i'll make your choices/
i'll sit back and count all the dudes that ducked me/
aint nothin wrong with that, now they face is where my trunks be/
they lucky, cuz i been bustin for a while/
just last night i joked around and started fuckin with my style/
came up with nothin new..just the same old ...same old/
i stay cold, fuck a punchline...but my flow...it makes the flames grow/



quickness freestyle......drop a link..i'll hit it up