ima take the 5 best 10 LINE (5 bars) and put them together in the songs forum, o and its a battle freestyle ( ur not dissin no one but its like your tellin some one wuzzup know what im sayin)

your style is similar to that of a whack head
battle you? your lucky u dont wind up dead

but im steadily rockin a mic and craken domes
you aint got nuthin on my style, fuck, im kapone

they call me kapone cuz i spit like a tommy gun
400 rounds a minute, their aint no time to run

im like a drug u can overdose on this thug
im doper that pcp ever aspired to be

get you tweaked like methanphetamine
ill smoke you like i puff on the green leaves

the verse seperator (chorus) will be sumthin like " cuz im the best of the best"

imma treat u real special cuz u know wat im unique
ill strap u in a front facing car seat and smash into concrete

itll all look the same, brains, veins, and feet
just another lil MC that got mouthy and got beat

i might get bored thrash your ass relentlessly
or give a suit made out of TNT

but it acme u aint comin back next episode
ill erase ur whole series with my huge weapon load

your an unknown force u better surrender
or go out like Adams in How high, chopped in a blender


like that?..

show yaw emcees why i'm one a the bestest,
heavy weight on my back dea knockin on my door but i still remain stress-less

u think its easy come on try n fill my shoes,
n the next day get labelled mass murderer on the news

i'm a win any battle angainst any emcee that aint suprizing,
fuck this shit trill is who all yaw idolizing

i'm too unpredictable my next lines can no one invisage-em,
spit so fuckin fast i almost seem invisible

my rhymes mo tru then scriptures that are biblical,
get shot the fuck up if u a counterfiet criminal

damn lems started off hard core then shit went sour, needless to say i like both only because u both started strong but u need to elevate, my verse blew cock too,, i liked the car eat thing, and trills dea didnt catch me but well see

Like a marine recruit I'm climbing the ranks//
Comin' at me bogus be like walking the planks//

I'm a Savage beast get ya hand off my plate//
Like a pregnant bitch's period you'll always be late//

This ain't a carnival ain't no-frills thrill ride//
Messin' wit' me is like a lyrical suicide//

They wanna battle give it no holds barred//
Send 'em to therapy mentally emotionally scarred//

What should I say to make up for the last line?//
Call me the donkey owner 'cause that Ass is mine//

us 4 are the hard core the fruit of the lore
not another tile in the floor
were the ones that stand out the most
dont boast ur better, cuz ull get burnt like toast
it is what it is and there aint no denying
were the best, know we aint lying
steadily spittin venom like a cobra
now they told you to belive us, dont ya?
were the best of the best, fuck all tha rest
well putta hole in ur chest to releive our stress

Niggas I'm so ruthless
If you talk smack I leave you toothles
I'll jab you harder then Lennox Lewis
I am the truest
I leave you looking clueless and flooshish
I'm never sober I'm always under the influence
Niggas step back when I persue this
I concentrate and meditate like buddis
I wish I could stop but I love how I do this
My lyrics NEVER get remastered by someone who think they George Lucas
I leave you exposed and open like a poor nudist and shoeless
Now sip on my cum and my body mucus

many men tried to contest me but oly afew walk out alive//
ima walkin army tank with a fucked up soul inside//
to fuck with mewant your choice bitch u were obliged//
before you fuck with apbattles you shoul change ya mind//
we gonna bst muthaphuckas in a matter of time//
sunny or dark rain or snow no matte the time//
we'll rip muthpahuckas decent no matter the rhyme//
and carry any kinda gat like a beretta or nine//
you wanna set somethin up we aint hard to find//
we jut fuckin rappers up piece by piece line by line//
punclines multisand wordplays twist up ya mind//
you cant fuck with rap battles blow up like claymores and mines//

rb

criminal intent, betta watch out, keep on spittin, gonna end up on cement.
wit chalk around ya body, mama screamin why, my lil baby have ta die.
then imma reply, fucka i aint shy, imma tell her you were steppin.
in tha wrong direction, turn around an smack her in da head wit my erection.
leave a tatoo on her face, lookin like a mace,
you betta pace yourself, or you gonna lose the race.
but i guess its to late for that, your fate is decided
you gonna end up rottin in a two sided coffin.

like a new fruit i'm fresh in this
try to step to this and i'll twist ya neck like that chick from the excurcist
i'll wreck this shit like i dont have a designated driver
i'm tighter, try to attack Lunk but ya miss like a hesitatin sniper
my saliva attacks heads like a piledriva
say you better than me? well i dont like those kind of liars
now watch as the mastermind sacrifices anyone who lacks the rhymes
then crack ya spine like a cyropractor and ask ya if ya back is fine
see i'm spiritually intact and i've been lyrically enhanced
i'm the realest while yall is fake like silicone implants...

how's that?

u called ur self a fruit