ahh fuck it here it goes

my mothafuckin baseball carreer, bout to go up in flames
cause my mothafuckin coach, found out i blaze
i cant stand the shit, i kinda do wanna quit
but my dad will kill me, fuck, this is it
i was just lighten a j, while away at lunch
coach follows me to the park, cause he had a hunch
takes me to his office, and bitches me out
i get in his face too, cause all he does is shout
hes about to hit me, but cooles his nerves
he hands it over to the principal, then sits and observes
like he aint got nothin to do, but sit back and relax
looken at me like im a retard, while im thinken he's wack
havent got the call yet, just waiten for my dad
to hear my prinipal tell him the story, then flip put mad
but i guess whats done is done, and i guess im fucked
shit, yo god, next time could you gimme some luck

Im the man out this shit, I rap with coherent lyrics
skill range is indefinate you cant get no where near it
clear kids membranes with my battling tactics
rattling faggots, with semis and automatics
my flow is off the wall, but my vocab is off cathedral buildings
never know where i lurk or who's truck im grillin
why am i fucking spittin free's im way past this shit
already outclassed every member of the CLASS A SIC(S)
better slash ya wrist, or the kid'll do it too you
clash feeble titans and reign with mystic voodoo

the thing i like about freestyles is i can relax/
i dont gotta listen to wanksta's that talks about their gats/
and macs,all day and wont shut up/the only words outta their mouths are ull get cut up/if you fuck with me bitch,and all that whack crap/
more worried about beef than the fact they cant rap/
but its cool like i sed cuz here that doesnt go on/
ppl here rap about whatever like wantin to be lebron/
none of that g-unit shit/ill see you in a bit/
loungin on this thread cuz the others make me sick/

I know cats.. that 'run da feild wit rocks' but they ain't 'runnen backs'//
You best get a grip on a gun and a strap//
Got puns and raps all packed in my minds back pack//
Stand back, watch out... and clear da room//
I gotta time bomb ticken and hidden about to boom//
I'm from the south 'West' so you know I'm slangen 'saloons'//
I'm breaken the rules, taken everything you got from money to jewels//
I'm swimmen in money, covered wit honey in my backyard pool//
Couldn't 'Fly' if you had a 6-pack of 'Red Bull'//
Pick ya jaw up, and stop ya mouth drool//
I know I'm cool, I'm bad...I'm a monster at hand//
Embark a spark on demand//
Crowd ya crew and darken ya plans//
It's like you can't 'study' skills and you starten to 'cram'//
Damn...Nise got 'strength' like his name 'Bam-Bam'//
Couldn't 'touch' me if you had 2 left and right hands//
Knock you over like I's drunk leanen on nightstands//
I directed 'Fight Club' just watch how the 'right lands'//
Oh man...I gotta Nise left hook and a upper cut//
Guarenteed either one bound to fuck you up...

Nise

thugs start ta struggle when my car pass//
your only way to degrade your placement is dark mass//
your a short male down low on the social scale//
five knives in your spine reside their as you turn pale //
suddenly it comes together in the dark weather of your mind//
your whole fuckin life peoples lies would talk behind//
now theirs no time for sublime rushes to you brain//
pains so silent its like the eye of the hurricane//
no worries any more your door was shut and white plain//
now bullets are your main motivation to take out those white stains//

im movin up in tha rankings/ and it feels good//
i love smoken and drankin/ is love all drugs//

sorry guys, im really high right ow

White boy from the suburbs, what I know?
I know this - just fucking goes to show
Rap ain't all about "yo momma a ho"

Bringing intelligence to this tired ole shit
But if you pass the blunt I might still take a hit
Sick of the debasement of rap, so I write rap in da basement
You be slappin your ho while I work on my word placement
My rhymin and flow are far from impeccable
But still I aspire to greatness, nothing less is acceptable

yo word plays and metaphor
whats it for a life thats his no more
a shine gleamed, his rhymes seen
a king is spent, followers hell bent
all believe he'll return, to theirs souls will be scorn
a life thats not his anymore, torn from life, ripped into slumber
humbled the world lost a soldier, in a war against itself
hypocritical to egotistical, metaphysical it all widdled us away

take a guess who's this about?

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same person new tactics, and above all more violent

my doctor says i have anger issues, i told him to watch out i have a gun...

cerile u vocab got sum tight wordz,
but tell me do u no the difference between wordz n herbz,
coz im feelin the site,
but i cant get a battle its like tryin 2 start a fight in a church,
wit a chance i'll kill any sittin duck shot off of the perch,
im stoned as fuck rite now i look like the lerch, so were cousin IT!
were the fuckin spliff i wanna another hit, shit i love keystyle,
lets ur true shit flow 4 a lil while,
if u dont like me nore my stylre set up a battle n let me go wild,
but approch wit caution i'll av u runnin fearin an abortion, sombe cautious,
coz im so fucked up rite now im feelin pritty nautious, my eyes are red,
shit i gotta lay down this shit goin straight 2 my head, so were my bed???

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Know Thyself N Victory Is Assured,
For If Man Hasn't Discovered Something2 Die 4,
He Isn't Fit To Live

lemme holla at yall...tell u wuts on my mind

yo im bein overestimated/by hos who'll neva make it/hatin cuz these niggas cant catch the flows i be makin / u neva spit a puchline not one time not clever at all/want a battle then be ghost when i call/chill on the sidelines holdin ya balls/im makin moves bitch im bout to giv oprah a call/smoke dope till i fall/and yall?/u niggas neva flashin wit da ice /u wack, yall could get slapped up on the mic/think u ill, why dont u giv battlin a try/cuz for real im prolly the best rapper on the site/
IM BEGGIN U PLEASE, PLEEEEAAAASSSEEE.......prove me wrong! Da Ntruda BITCH!!

Why is it that i'm livin a life of misery//
literaly//
No body in this world listen ta me//
Every body dissin on me//
Not only hurt'n my feelin's but physicaly//
It feel's like this whole world is sitt'n on me//
It feels like//
It's at night//
The times about eleven//
Just only one more hour...till the world ends, it's called armagedon//
Alot of us will go to hell...and less will go ta Heaven//
And these people tryin ta destroy my life, I just won't let 'em//
Them always tryin ta get the end of me//
Their my one enemy//
Cuz i'm tellin you dyin.....it just ain't ment for me//
If i don't hurt you physicaly, I'll hurt you mentaly//
Cuz after hurt'n me once......killin you is the penalty//
But don't worry...in hell....you will still suffer endlesly//

back in eighty-seven
brought by the devils of heaven,
b'cuz angels only exist in our mind,
but im one of a kind,
no such thing as true samaritan,
just peal a carrot' n' -
think about gold,
cus education is sold,
think about a job higher up the rank,
fill a gun with a blank,
shoot it,
time to recruit it-
bullet soarin thru the air,
s'like im watchin the matrix,
cus bitch, I dont play tricks,
I mame those to name,
the fucks that squeese this trigger on innocent fagits,
roll around in shit coverd in flies and maggits,
yo, their m' targets,
better fly before my ass gets
- kicked -
pollish this halo hanging from my horns,
cus I'm a rose, but beware my thorns,
cus I was born to brew up this shit,
screw up and spew up this shit,
cus I grew up and shit,
and now I'm an advocit,
and all I do it rap and shit,
dont use violence,
cus my lines - they hit,
dont use silence -
cus inside id split,
i guess this is it,
time to say goodbye,
but i'll be back again,
give it another pry,
we'll c whats happenin,
i geuss this over,
but i'll contue rappin n'
we'll continue this crap and then,
when its truely finnished,
and im done and dismissed,
we'll see who's ass god has to kiss

im gettin tired of rap, the whole game is full of lame niggas/
your labels ascap is low so how all yall pullin the same figures/
im starting my own label so holla at your boy/
"criminal intent" we cuttin more hoes than pastor troy/
we fly pass detroit on our way to west coast/
you bite lines off my album claimin you use them just for quotes/
no ideas original you know how the saying go/
i got chicks in different states yall are chasin the same hoe/
but this is a battle forum so ima give you a reason to hassle me/
listen close cause this why your freestyles are out of key/
Ready... often m.cees'll try to battle me/
it often ends up in tragedy/
evil thoughts flow through your heart but still you are not as bad as me/
so where'd you get the audasity to bring this bullsh*t to my face/
im known to save lives like a seat belt and i keep you in your place/
so watch what you say to me, im known to flip/
my theme song game over dont try to front you know the sh*t

all i do is chill on the block and freestyle
so watch how u walk cuase we will go wild
like the thornberry my guns will go wild
so stop tryin to immiate my style
cause u only rhyming like a stop sign
yup i took ya spot so sit back and recline
well all the props u had well their mine
girls waitin for my album like a well-fare check line
so stop playing before u get wet wit nines
imma bout to head up cuase i dont got alot of time