you a streetryda ima rhyme sayer gun sprayer/
brick slanger fake slayer tru playa/
bring ya click an ride for the cause/
ya moms mad i aint gave her the dick, you mistake for menopause/
still believe in santa clause, better ask em for skillz/
forseen keep it real blade leave neck wit some gills/
smells fishy its the stinch on ya fingers/
ya little sisters pussy so dirty it lingers.

this is practice ....verbal sparring..exorcise ya wackness
you a bitch dats acts and dat would only make u an actress
spend ya back to da mattress...curt schilling flow u cant catch dis
u tryna flow hot is like staying warm in da winter with a book of matches
......................take a deep breath and im back bitch
choke u with da mic u rap wit...go fuc yaself and bendover backwards
the fact is the half of u rapping is only half a fraction
of what im trapped in....cypher flows with the illest fashions
wat u need to make it u lack it...show me the puzzle and ill crack it
a cheese burger and some fries the only way u big mac'n
fuc a casket...aluminum foil or reynolds wrap him
houston u niggas got problems and im the captain
so quit slackin..b4 i dispose of ya factions..
you aint hear so this program provided in "closed caption"

yall cant rap fa shit, this is hazardous
I make ya mind distored like canabis
I'll hit you up higher than neil arm stong
Just give me a dope beat to inflict harm on
All it takes is a quick reply, for this bitch ta die
i head staight to war like george bush does
Got a baseballbat for yall pooftahs

i defeat shit herds with big words
Stand back or this could get worse
All you spit is falasy
We all no you wont comit a felony
I'll shit on you two hot terds
And have every one saying you got served

I meant herbs not herds**

LC in this bitch godda speed up the tempo..
Listenin' to my demo as ya riding in ya limo..
Spittin that spiritual heavy content ..
that'll straight have ya fuckin mind bent..
I know i just don't think i'm one a da best...
LC will get that lead inlogged in ya chest..

Blah nice n' short {lol} ~1~

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ima juss write one bar

u dont kno me bitch step back before u hurt yaself/
my insane shock will shock you, rock you, tellin me wat to do? Bitch fuck you!/

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this freestyle thread is my punching bag i throw my punches easy
aint no need to work up a sweat to show that rapverse needs me
you can see it in my pitch...when it clears the strike zone
u can tell at the end of the game the chicks i might bone
u can see my fan club holding up "we love you hotshh!"
unless you blind but then lend me your ear...i got this
let me lead you thru a world where you'll neva ended up the king of
cuz cats like me is elevated like the weed we stink of
no need to finish a tour..find ya way to the door
hit the light switch on ya way out ...im done..no more

I'm lyricallly inclined ta ease ya troubled mind
RV ain't the sight for talkin bout weed or ninez..
I know my rhymes are not yet so elevated..
But i still git the bitches niggaz godda hate it..

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I part kids long like patisians
give me a reason, n my scripts'll drain souls
errupting man kinds tolls
scrolls of the acient weaving threw da mist
life mears hopes list of what slings joy
till then it'll be illusive facts to deploy... gah!

im tired of running shit
so ima take a seat now
1st niggas jack me for my spot catching a beatdown
defeat how? 100-0...making cats that wanted go
quit the game then run to they hoe
like baby am i nice?..of course you are honey!
in her head she say if u believe that u must be a dummy
qucik type get ya shit right..didnt know SHIT write
ignite the blunt then we broke into a fist fight
i gotta go popo at my door step and they knocking
let me get my ak out and we'll see whats popping

im the king of the world, go without the power to create/
and even if i blew u "UP", u still wouldnt elavate/
my flows are like a river of str8 acid rain/
they burn through ya skull and seep in, to torment ya brain/
fuckin wit me just aint smart i leave u face down in da street/
den i run u over just fo kix and drag u by ya feet/
tie a rope around ya ankles, and slam on da gas/
speedin down da open road, leaven skid marx on ya ass/
im not like u, ive elavated high as a kite/
y u so dirty, u bald, and u still got head lice/

fuckin wit me you'll catch 2,out of da blu
im hittin u,im fuckin nice when it comes to this shit,
niggas is shotting at my whip, get off my dick,
before u be lyin in dat puddle of blood,
ur girl smuttered da cum,shes a cock fiend,
da way she suck dick mine shoulda been green,
or blu an i just took shots at u

FUCK BLOODS CRIP 4 LIFE

I just wrote this for tha topical cypher but I thought I put in here to to give yal a look

I aint nuthin like Em cuz I love my moms dearly,
Always there to cheer me Mom I love you sincerley,
She ain tnever had to fear me cuz I'd never raise a hand,
To the woman who did everything she could to raise me a man,
She praised me like a fan when I hit tha stage first,
And pulled me back from insanity when my boy was in a hurse,
Love puttin money in her purse when I can, gives me pride,
Mom I just wanted to say I'm sorry for all the time I lied,
And all the time you cried cuz I was actin all crazy,
You never embarrased me, you always acted like a lady,
And maybe when I die I will get to see you again,
This is a message from ya son who is sorry for all tha pain.