this guy is just amazing,aint no words to define him
for you to try and diss him would be considered a crime kid
his records 9-1 he should be labeled a king
if rap had allstars he'd be on the dream team
when u try to battle him,your at a loss for words
kids so damned talented spittin nouns,adjectives, and verbs

The man will kill-you, has no wins yet but he still-rules..
Cause his lyrics are like bullets he just fills-fools....
he will beat-ya-ass,....so dont speak-ya-trash....
Cause going against him...the weaks-dont-last...
This man, yeah hes-new, but i still speak-true...
when i say dont go against him cause he will beat-you

i'll blast ya but im not ya master.. ur good//
im the shasta, ur the real cola, be real like wood//
step into mud, i'll be ur mat// get into trub, ill be there flat//
have a gat, ill hand you i for free// you were there for me//
ur dope, this a compliment... cuz uve got skills, good riddens//
but dont take all that serious.. if i said u were goo..its called kidding//

this man battled me...but it was all in fun...
cause this man'z so dope that he can be called my son...
you so dope that I let you help my lead my crew...
you said that you was nice-dope-tight...and I believe you too...
if DM ever needz another co-leader then let me have it...
so I can let all of RB know that Feeble'z a sexy bastid...

in thid guys lines he has humor//
he spreads hi knowledge around like a tumor//
he spit~sick to destroy you~more, hes swift//
with his line and biff with his lines he has a gift//
he be nimble, he be quick, when he raps hes slick//
so watch out for the guy above and his clik//

This guys so friendly, reminds me of Mr. Rogers.
A super hero to most, helping cops with robber.
A show stopper, diZastreous got the stage.
Spittin' lyrics like the kid ain't never gonna age.
Lets flip the page, although I don't really know you.
I'll scream for you, like I did when Oklahoma St. got beat by OU.

This man is unbreakable like he was a brick..
Gots bitches all over him wanting his dick...
he spits sick, like he always has a cold..
If rapping was a card game he'd make ya fold..
hes bold, he doesnt turn away from a battle...
His lyrics shake ya brain like it was a baby rattle..

masta c is on fire, ya dun't need anotha MC to hire/
cuz this kid culd take out half a crew in less time-provided/
he doesnt bite rhymes, comes mad fuckin-original/
with visions so corruupted he can still see a dozen-individuals/
forreal though' kids off the meter, and never has to worry bout bein called little-tweeter/
or little pussy-eater, cuz this kid's a masta of game/
faster to flame, then a pyromanic mixin laughter with pain/

beefin with cutastraphe~is~blasphemy//
to other cats~he~causes jealousy//
hell destroy u with lyrics and quikness//
he puts his enemies on the black~list//
n makes em pissed, he puts a twist//
on the game, watch out for his fists*//

*punches

his record should be reversed cause hes skilled...
He makes kills, with a lyrical bullet so ya in under the hill..
He spits lyrics like they are nothing, its no-joke..
Theres no-hope, cause he clogs ya throat, go-choke...
No body can give him another loss, and that-is-true..
Cause hes made of rubber throwing ya diss back-at-you...

I usually don't give props, cuz that's just not me,
But I gotta give it up for Masta C on RB//
Almost 800 posts and a record of 9 and 1,
That says this cat is serious and this shit ain't just for fun//
Let Masta C rip the battle with the skills that he's been given,
And leave any opponent layin in the dirt with corrupted vision.

i dont know nothin bout this dude, but he is reppin my city/
not really/ i'm from Cleveland, but hes close, hes holdin down Cincy/
he's sh!t is acid, burnin niggas, potent as hell/
this dude's a pimp, look at his sig, the dude is quotin himself/
his name is Sheff, nothin less, blingin like an emarald....damn!
he cookin up somethin fo real, like he is emeril....bam!

here he is 'nunother' than the man himself,
fearin no-one lyrics rich - like wealth/
undefeated, battle record unblemished,
waitin for the next emcee to get finished/
inside this flyweights a heavywait-in to appear,
cuttin wack 'herbs-off' like 'van-gough' did his own ear/
'respect all, fear none' are the words he swears by,
disrespect him & he's out of cleveland to do a drive-by/

i like this dude, Dom-N8/ and I'm a Dime-not 8/
and he a champ, dont be decieved cuz his status is flyweight/
don't get in conlfict wit this dude, cuz he will bring it fo sho/
he'll murda u and have u momma mournin like Miss Shakur/
a legend in the makin/ takin/ the next spot in history/
wit only 58 drops, can't wait till dude hit sixty/