wack warm up...

I'm FLY, like a saucer/...
Can't catch my DRIFT, coz my flow is like WATER/
I hold prisoners, in my mind, Funn's the NEW WORLD ORDER/
Lyrically slay half the globe, then run for the boarder/
As a matter of fact... It's the FACT of the MATTER/
Who ever thought one Rapper/
could show a generation your GRAY-MATTERS/
If words don't hurt, then Iron will make ya bones shatter/
then skirts will be overt, Then ya GRAY MATTER will splatter/

wack rhyme session

I rhyme sick, it's like you dudes need a cat scan/
When I'm not Rapping I become a masked-man/
I hit the street with ROBBIN' like BATMAN/
DISS-connected brains with a lethal back-hand/
You want it, Then it's GOIN' DOWN like quick sand/
They call me FRANK, coz I'm a BUTCHER when shit hits the fans/
I'm 16, so if I'm not DOWN-2-EARTH yet, then where will I land/
restricted to evict evil thoughts that cause conflict/
lyrical convict, assess get KICKED like bad habits, I maledict/
a fuckin witch doctor on the mic/ You cursed I can't help it/
Hold rights to make what's morally wrong ethically right/
So, If I see Sean Paul I'ma jack him... 'GIMME DA LIGHT'

I can't think right now... I'll post a better one later...
Uppin for feed back anyway