(1)
Why do some eMcees spit
When some eMcees are plain shit
Some may spray a hit
Defeat quick to admit
Most aint pussies, they newborn clit
Blade on mic throat'll get slit
Battle me, my brains a bottomless pit
So stop in the back, I'll add your head to my rack, of humans I've attacked
I'm jacked, my gun cabinet is fully stacked
Your harddrive about to be hacked
Came in the place, head in outerspace
Step on my toes, and I'll step on your face
By the way the dro was laced
Not with coke but with an anthrax chase
Ace beats king, and I'm the one
You didn't know, they call me god's son
Apocalypse with a single gun
See me in church on the day post sun

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Reese Killah mix his own beats
Reese Killah stomp you with cleats
Reese Killah pops a few x
God's son, bitch so who's next

(2)
Time is of the essence,emrelds on my wrist
Points sharp enough to leave cuts and cists
98.6 is my boling spot 98.7 and the lead gets hot
Like a mass suicide watch the bodies drop
My guns N'sync and they all go pop
Playin king of the mountain and I'm on the top
Blow through red signs and I never stop
My lifes not a fucking fairy tale
Fables for fakes who end up in jail
Click Click and this thing is on
I got weak hands but my trigger fingers strong
Its fair of you to assume the worst
Cause the next ride you'll takes in the back of a hurse
ill? nah im just sick, catch on the run and im too fucking quick
One love and I got one heart
Did i mention my ak it'll blow you apart
Turn on the lights I hate to kill in the dark
Now you see what happens to a fucking nark
Talk more shit and feel more bullets hit
I just put em in my mouth and I gotta spit
Shit the last hits about it
Freestyled this verse,before I writ

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(3)
Every different level of revelry is gettin me so bitch just please
Stop breathin and cease to be, been diagnosed with pussy killin disease
So if you smell like you better get on your knees
We in the matrix, I'm the architect, visa-vee, shoulda known to flee
Before I reached you G, there you be, both eyes I see, better have a good plea
Cause if you dont then be ready to bleed
Ill eat me a rib rack, human kind, blade of my knife is fine and I sever your spine
Your last supper coward, using your blood for wine, your body I grind with it the bread I combine
I'm a chef on the food network, they call it cannabalism with Killah beserk, work jerk
Cause dark of the night I lurk, lookin for you bitches to kill and bitches to twerk

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Hopefully get some audio up on this site soon

Somebody hit me with some feed back...peace

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sup man,

Hey... what can I say... it was aight... nothing special dawg....
what... you got a decent flow... but damm... I've read and heard so many tracks like this... so it wasn't interesting to me... I mean maybe if you had more multies and better word play... this freestyle-type-thing here would of been better...

Keep working at it man... -1-

This was ok.....probably would sound better in audio though.....seemed kinda simple.....like Alias-C said add some more multies to this to make it much beter and more complex....also some wordplay to make it more interesting to read....but keep at it.

you said enough......