Run on style of writin is strictly newbie shit man
Emphasize words cuz you worried folks wont understand'
Little in the Rap game but will still act like he can play
Lame cuz here we got a 5'5 bitch wit a cock callin himself Big J

Nigga, if you call that a diss, than Im da black Einstein
Cuz them lyrics was wack, me joinin this page must be a sign
Where Im from, niggaz hate and wanna boot me
Well, Im here now, WELCOME the Illest newbie
Who be rippin niggaz heads off when he step into the room
I practice black magic, but I use rhymes, not a broom
When I spit, you tremble and ya rhymes start to flop
Clouds drop, niggaz put down the stock, THE WHOLE WORLD STOPS

Holla

this kid was weak from the start ^ he hid it with jokes/
let ya friends ride ya skill false pride i suppose/
the la la's and played lines you posted in minutes/
this kid in a slump and too scared to admit it/

You call me "this kid" cuz you aint worthy to say me name
MC ILLEST, the realist, I put yo rhymes in a strain
I hold the crown of this board before I even rapped
You hold a pussy dick, my glock hold you strapped
The WRATH of the killah, is apon ya life
M.O.D, Masters Of Destruction, in ya case, M-onster O-n D-yke

i call u the kid cuz u above me and its the name of the cypher/ takin offense of this im'a see what ya after/
tryna come at me and ask me why i dissed/
couldnt resist the first time about u wit some magic/
not orlando wit penny or shaq ima still come and attack/
talking bout u the illest whats next realest the worst rapper in the cypher ima make it an all nighter/
nevermind aint worth the time ima leave it like that/
dont write back cuz ima laugh at ya shit

big j u i been here fo less then 2 weaks and i got mo posts then u,
now what am i supposed to do,
battle a weak emcee like u ur a mutha fuckin spactic,
yo styles outta date and i'm way past em,
when i see weak emcees like u i'm tempted to blast-em,
now look u way past shook, u probably get yo lyrics outa some hip-hop book,
so what am i supposed to do school ya up,
u had a couple of punche lines so what the fuck,
am i supposed to do about-it,
man u aint bout-it u just bought-it,
and how do i come up with these lines man i thought-it,
now why u got that pic of the simpsons,
u even make mc_killabeats like a pimp-son,
now dont make me pull a strap to yo head,
u cant stop me dogg i'm a rap till i'm dead.

rap till ya dead kid it'll make it much easier/
wouldnt have to respond to ya shit end of the sentence period/ been here 2 weeks well i've been here a year/
all my post got deleated and now im stuck here wit fear/ ha!
you funny kid all your 14 years been all queer/
messin wit "moms" and "pops" yo drum ear/
tryna act all gangsta... shootin mario brother ducks/
my bad wrong generation u was still in baby pumps/
dont know what that is... dont surprise me/
you better catch up and look up all that shit on mtv.com/
i stay calm with ease reading yo reply plead/
im out like yo mom with cum on her mouth/

yo nun this guys lyrics make sense
i makin rymes at this fags expense
all yo post got deleated to bad even if it wasnt yod still be defeated, youd be better offf tryin to be a pop princess
so stop actin like youse a gangsta comin from the west
you may as well give up sonner or later
hpwbout now cause i got an appoint wit yo mum later
his names big j i find that funny cause it rymes with gay
he is an inferior rymer

__________________
Soft focus

Whats the point of living?

The voices in my head Feat. Rule

Unlikely Alias

More Comming soon!

Treach lets see, im superior to you//
you couldnt spell for your life, if death was comin for you//
P, i got you on lock, and swallowed the master Key//
you straight up lied to yourself, when you said ya were an emcee//
Theres no reason to waste my time, there is no point//
Your too fake to be true, like artificial joint//


..Peace..

I'll make your head drizzle like a leaky faucet
chameleon got a tight style so don't double cross it
your flow's are'nt strong
your verse is all wrong
I'm bashin your rhyme with my lyrical gong
hittin hard and long
so stop singin that same ol faulty rap song

chameleon change to so many colors like he got a split personality,
nigga i'm spittin hollows at yo mentality,
u aint no gangsta in reality, on the mic i'm rippin yo name totaly,
stunt with me and get totaled-G, yaw diss back too weakly,
i drop hot shit daily, weekly on a basic,
fuck u up if u act rasict, now face-this,
chameleon the only beef u seen is in burger king,
the only time yaw was shinin was when u was rockin a source pinky ring.

Trill, shut the fuck up, ya wack and thats it
Nibble at ya verse separate the shit bit by bit
ya bitch, Im sick of fake tricks comin with garbage
Just ignore me, Youll stay wack forever, no sence in Sparrin

this niggaz not even a contender, your more like a punchinbag/
your Dolla's sparring partner, everyday i'll be whuppin ya ass/
stick you with 2 jabs, every punch you feel, you kneel/
knocked crooked's jaw straight, free of charge, fixed his grill/

yo chameleon yo rhymes is weak/ and when i pull from my waist bets not hear you speak/if you do i'll unload a clip and watch you color turn from green to yella/afta i'm finish u'll be lookin to get yo groove back like stella/but instead yo fate is the same as old yella/ you loyal but you still get done wrong when its all ova/cause to tell da truth a chameleon is harmless/and like a cobra i'm da one who is armed best/i would say you yella bellied but it drags da ground so i geuss its bout dorty as yo mom knees/and to tell da truth you ain't worth no mo bars so bitch please don't try it