im captured slowly flowin thru my confusion's rapture
my technique is holy growin and its finally gettin at cha
try to hold me down and render motionless like im spellbound
my rhymes are cold sounds fightin like we got twelve rounds
im goin all out till the day i fall out and they bury me
with the greatest of all respects i be in Arlington Cemetery
just remember me for words and engrave them on curbs
wont be mad i'll be glad like the trash bag cuz im free like birds
somewhere quiet with a divine peace just layin deceased
no stress with complete rest and thats just the least
only God can judge me and He'll be the one to rub me
and make me pure holy since He's the one who loves me
watchin from above i see the wrongness in everyones lives
the little ones try to rise but elders dont like the small fries
so they keep 'em down like they're slaves they dont care
since they dont care they wonder why come prepared
with guns its cuz we have to have protection from the older ones
we rob and steal cop and wheel and make bolder runs

memries flash..to when I tried hard to muster the hate 'n
but looking back..I realize I did shit with no justification
I was wrong,but I won't admit it..fuk that shit
I'd rather go under the rope,'fore lookin like a bitch
they say to me,why is that you wanna kill that girl?
you don't know her..you make no sense to unfurl
But it's the same reason u dun know everyone on the globe
But still go about ya neighborhood screaming "Fuck the World"...

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Freestyle Cypher is the realest thing on Here
cuz we all write open-minded with no Fear
why should we have Any?
when this weak world provides us with Many
Reason's 4 us to think about the lost Day's
when unity and marches were Plenty

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If this generation is lost, it is because we have let go of their hands." - Mos Def

Vote A Battle
Poetics Vs Defined

back in the cypher please excuse this disturbance
wakin the quiet causin a major riot with this third dance
my alliance is in defiance so im on my own again
tyrants are small like ants and im not anyones friend
streets filled with war and everyone is tryin be hardcore
suprise attacks flow thru doors and they're loud like roars
gotta take 'em quick leave the sick and scared bitches
to the victor goes the spoils of war now i got the rare riches
bare switches being flipped on and off like some lights
fair stitches being ripped from cold controlled souls of life
rolls of strife contain heated anger and frozen danger
bowls of fire and vast power have quickly chosen rangers
to protect itself from endanger like its some african cheetahs
people tried to fight but they failed soon after sin beat us

why should i teach this, got the cannon in my reach-kid
and the only GANG-BANGG'IN u know..... u'll have to pay-on-t.v bitch
to many kids thinking they tuff and what-not
i say just keep thinking whats-not... while i keep spreadin whats hot
cuz the only green you know comes in a sandwhich
they say fraud whats the point of the blade,
i said you wouldnt understand since you not spanish...
but i'll teach you how to rob a vanguish
jump out at the light.. let him see the thang-switch
tierd of hearing peeps pray for they life,
so i'll keep ignoring him like we dont speak the same languish
and if he moves or talk to smooth.. i'll just BANG-BANG-BITCH
dont get it?, thats like 100 shots in ya head- indeed
lets flip, how many cannabis tree make a whole pound of weed
thinking to slow, money income to low
so if you at the bank you better not withdraw ya doe
un-less you wanna have ya body cast-away like jim-carry-show BITCH!!!....

just a free....

sippin on liquor so suicidal im gettin to God quicker
can u even figure why i am the most insane nigga
try to rise and revolutionize why all people on earth lie
look in my eyes death rollin round im ready to die
whispers glide in and out ears of people who fear
to cry tears and be real with or without feel here
in the cities where all darkness and demons stroll
fiends bowl into larger giants with no souls ready to roll
its cold like winter in alaska winds freeze ya walks
tease ya talks and run up on ya like moss on rocks
heaven aint hard to find like Pac said before he bled
seven thin cards and go fish make a wish make your bed
and pray so u wont wind up dead with no covers
protection is need just so u can save ur lovers

i aint gonna stop till 100 rolex in my room
a naked groom, dance'in to reggaton tones
making my feet confey, couple of rubs on ya nahni
with bitching sucking dick from my room to the lobby
shit i need a lot be, a benz i can put in a lot-see
ya still thinking of killin... when im making million of the pot-feens
but honestly if i had the coke i wouldnt know how to bake it
if there was a crack-head that'll do it for free... he still wouldnt make-it
no fake-shit, its real tal... like one of sheek's song
me wrong? never, i go to church and pray for a automatic-shotty
so whats wrong with that?>........
nah im just joking...
but i'll will beat ya ballsy cats with a bat
the simple flow infact, still treatin ya like a abused childern
and the fused blew-when, i ask for you to spit....
and all i saw was mucus.... BLAH!!!!
BIATCH.......

weak..

my health equals my wealth i feel like a million bucks
just chillin like im sittin on a shelf what the fuck
im just playin all im sayin is that i feel good right now
just had Micky D's in the rain and i should disavow
but it keeps bringin me back cuz im lovin it
get that Big Mac and im huggin it and rubbin it
that first bite is the best makin the rest just right
i stress the sight if someone else got it and i dont right?
maybe i'll steal it right outta they mouth and take ketchup
he aint gon catch up runnin so fast i'll make u retch up
slip and slide on the floor i dodge straight out the door
get in my car and run away like i just robbed a store
im addicted like a crack addict i cant get enough
i be rough and take over your meal and my mouth i stuff

lmao stupid shit....

the inferno with-in completly burns my intestin out
so many bullshit emcees,
they'll need usher to get there confession out
dont let the hawk press ya mouth
and change ya words... as ya leak'in on ya caouch
i know i can get a grip on that good down south
so many bricks to carry u'll think we was born with a pouch
you so different were like when did ya spaceship hit the ground
our words make music, but were so confused kid,
when you say you the best where like whats that sound?
you aint good, your new style just out dated like u need a new job
i got a sniper for ya viper that'll make you get the fuck out of dodge

its a free

too hot you cant handle it ya'll dont want no problems
im like A.I. cuz im the answer and i'll just solve 'em
u confused like u in the matrix and u need rescuing
dont lose ur mind from the insanity arrest a few and
move dodgin like a crossover but dont cross over
to the heavens and see my nigga kevin lost and colder
ur close to the light but u trip like u lost ur steadiness
froze in ur fight to reach the top but u didnt have readiness
no courage to ignite your might to finish the climb
you might as well say goodnite cuz ur still slippin like slime

blahhh weak.....

my dreams are short scenes of me gettin the money
so it seems destroyin the fiends naw it aint that funny
show me the riches like i found treasures in ditches
if its empty its gonna be a bitch turn around and switch
dont flinch it wont hurt i hit 'em up like pac's diss
ima rock this there is no way that u can stop this
i pop wrists break 'em in half and just sit there and laugh
see u twist screamin in pain u have just felt a little of my wrath
im so in tune with death that the grim reaper wont even come
dont run cuz some will trip and be done quick and fun
for me more practice is what im doing so i'll become best
when theres nothin left people will relize this isnt a test
better wear ur vest cuz im shootin like cowboys in the west
i dont make arrests i make guns smokin like cess

yo,..
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i see pratice pays, looking at the raps i've made
about 156 wack cats n countin ive slayed
i keep shit clear`n stable throughout my scheme
snappin thoughts out like broken dreams
throwing jabs n hooks around this globe
n never botherin to collect on what im owed
ill keep keying cyphers n making cats think
cuz there aint no point bringing chains without a link
don't idolize no rappa, n maybe quote a poet after
but till then my lifes complex syllables with no laughter....

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i'll play on ya consience, ya contents is complete nonsense
speak of biting, then you fucks flip everyone of my damn concepts
what the fuck, was you high..?
did you think i wouldn't recognize lines that i made
then you come up some bullshit tryna prove that im gay...!
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fake fucks..move on...!

Im like Jae Hood cuz i rock hoodies that be bullet proof
u better play good cuz i might pop and pull it thru the roof
so plain like an end of a sentence i get straight to the point
like rain ur lifes gonna fall so i'll just bust up ur joints
i was appointed with the task of watchin over the insanity
i was anointed with christianity but i today still use profanity
pay attention to me i'll lock u up like u in a penitentiary
u cant mention me without permission from Gods of centuries
watch ur surroundings if im around u better run like a cheetah
i'll beat ya and with speed i'll run u over with my two seater

speedin straight back to a regular pace i return like mase
i lace up my shoes and get ready to cruise this place
gettin ready to race blow up the scene with some dynamite
killin people who tryna fight im quick like im ridin light
its a slaughter a massacre whatever you wanna call it
dont try and stall it i go off the top and just straight ball it
dont follow my moves u wont be able to keep up u'll lose
i blow out ur back and arms make u look like some stools
quick to blast fools with steel tools lay u up in a black herse
cuz the gats burst u have a choice do u wanna be last or first