Diss back to myself... ha...

Back to the drawin board and uppercuts liftin yours
Take on e to the chest like crips on the vice lords
My rhymes bring you to a stand still shock
Bringin you pain is certain like life on crack pot
Godly wit the platinum flows and my chains is gold
Ya minds blown and ya cross hairs aim is gowne (gone)
Speed past brothas without the best tires or porelli rubbers
Not scared of the hot clug chuckas or no other
Most times I'm writin but a god when talkin
I fly wit the houston rockets towns see me often
But when I blow up Im takin people wit me
I'm seeking prospects to rap wit / and make histry (history)
Call soar kaid out and get stepped on like corpses
I'll skate on ya limbs like Jett and cam cord it
I'm takin lessons from myself so I can stay real
Kinda like hittin metal ya skills improve for the deal

Might as well, the site is dead. Lets spice this up...

I'm gonna aim at your space ship that you came in
Flyin through asteroids belts like I'm raiden
My brothers in outer space don't lose sight of the power
My lazer shoots at ten thousand miles per hour at you cowards
Put a bandage on ya wound/ Like I said I'm handlin goons/
its all light work to me like sandles on the moon.
My killers reside on planets wit guns./ we often partakin./
I'm hot like standin on the sun without my skin bakin
I'm wit the family that don't care if we, / bust caps at ya ancient armor./
my raps prove that I'mma harder boss./
Like jesus christ our father dyin upon the holy cross like a martyr/
My space whips are from the 40th century/
The drink in my grip a sip of hennessey
So trippped out I cant picka chick to sit wit me
See the places of history within my subjective delivery

/ means to pause

Freestyle!!!

If I can't cope / I'mma do dope
the rest of yall won't see me less I lose hope/
The rocks can't do a three sixty round my neck
I will shoot them choppers next till the slugs eject
Loose leaf raps killin ya totin more than dillingers
Do a lethal move wit my fist just like a monk killer
If I keep a glass shard I can keep ya skills at bay
Gettin good pay for cuttin you up like a flyin stray
I mostly roam wit the bullets goin in ya dome
I can't see you off but I can see you gowne (gone)
The blue sparks out of the gats rough so I can't bluff
I see you lookin for ya life homie thats tough!
Brothas willin to be real which they place on they life
But can't see the fools that pitch a kill on they wife
I'mma tote the choppa like I have much to offer
Opera // is what your gonna sing when I stomp ya /Uhh...
I got the new way to put a dent in ya grill
Brothas hope they winnin like they pro skill

When I take a round wit the big clips.
I'mma short ya life if you don't lay down quick
Ice cold gatorade dumped on ya back fa days
Yes my quarter back gloves strapped for da game
I'm bananas and I do double splits
My man got 2 guns for them each to spit.
I told ya, Ikeep a glock in ma jeans
switch like 10 speeds half off the jaguar 12 V's
prison scene aint cool but I'm still dumpin 5 shells
the slugs hit then Imma be movin thru 5 jails
Murda men set up shop for them to do it
Broke they arms, folded em wit speed of the bullet
Its hard in the city cuz death is plenty
Poppin in broads wit an itch to shoot bottles of henny
Know the cost of ya life on them frosted flakes
Blow a slug in ya mouth and tell me how it tastes

Double platinum

I move unnoticed / got weapons like a shogun
Yeah / catch em asleep then I hit em while I'm rollin
The post man / G's in my pockets and I'm ridin somethin stolen
Oh! / Creep on em and I catch em in the open /
The double glock cost me about a thousand /
mouth open wolves comin cuz I'm howlin
You soften than a muffin / I put in the oven
Bread get buttered / but in the end you are nothin
The bricks get coats on so the buildin holds up
He's high cuz he be takin crack from bouldas (boulders)
Uh! / You can catch me outside in a small porshe
You trippin on my raps / like they all force
Take these keys around / I would oblige more /
Guess I'm ridin in a jaguar on all fours
Lost in the street / like a weed head
I'm about to flow life cuz I think we dead

/ means to pause

I'm doin lost things / in a lost world
I payed the cost boy / like I bought curls
I live it up homicidal for the cabbage
I'm comin through smashin yo smarts like its smushed baggage
I'm bout to throw yo brain out its complex
Sad day for you ya gonna get conned next
Slugs check frozen domes cuz you got an ice cap
flows turn blue when I'm rhymin these ice raps
Test me / I'll rock ya straight wit a black talon
See my nature to control this gat to act violent
Got rhymes that can still the ice in the sea
Multiple clips cost 200 I'm just rightin the fee
Wavin this copper cuz gangsta is way too gutterish
Shoot a cap off then I let another spit /
I'm the best cuz I kill outstanding brothas pride
Lost cuz you can't see it in ya minds eye
I keep magazines thats clipped to the guns barre'll (make it rhyme with pharrell)
I been had the 'clips' homie ask pharrell

yeah!

you can't handle a gat , you's a transgendered trans Wyclef
The only ''guns'' you touched was your gay mans biceps
You can't compete, I baffle creeps and any rap elite
Heres your deadline; Quit!, ASAP you're weak!
Yeah your raps unique, but doesnt go along with mainstream standards
However, maybe you could get a deal with Adam Lambert
When my aim is engaged I'll spit flames to his face
He's the Terry Fox of raps, but he's too lame for this race.

I remember my first rap.....pen, pad, cd player in my lap
Beast shit......you on the net talkin straps?
With the word play of some toddlers skippin class
Wait.... let's rewind and discuss the facts
Talkin homo when you the one wit the semen on ur abs

Lol I dunno..... one for old times sake. Deuces.

I remember my first rap.....pen, pad, cd player in my lap
Beast shit......you on the net talkin straps?
With the word play of some toddlers skippin class
Wait.... let's rewind and discuss the facts
Talkin homo when you the one wit the semen on ur abs

Lol I dunno..... one for old times sake. Deuces.

aww man... ok freestyle...

I aint wyclef or anybody else I'm a cross boy
See me on that crack pedistal like I lost choice
You could never see me fleets try to make treaties
Go with the automatic cuz the gat gonna shoot freely
But I aint talkin gats too much they down my word play
Musta forgot that when I talk I'm eatin people like a parfeit (parfey)
I been godly you seen the diction of the rap fission
Perfect flows killin suckas quick like chain saw incisions
Yall could never play the hard cat
that like to bust back
I say a couple words for the macks
my raps aint lucky kids you can trust that
I break em / I break em down to they chrome domes
Asa mama lakem goin be your ring tone for ya camra phone
ya little brothas is all yall is
Yall kids might have chest plates but I'm splittin ya wigs

Ideally imma chatter mouth jeweled up villain
See the bars floatin on the page rappin N chillin
Drench ya with my gatorade till you are familia (familiar)
Rustle up my old guage shootin like malitia's
You don't know the way to rap fella lemme show ya
Use your soul or your feelings throwin bo's like a boulda (boulder)
Ia m real if you didn't know how its done
I'll keep you till ya cramium is burned by the sun
Rockin mics outta their dimentions so pay full attention
I'm the god send fixin bridges like a good dentist
You couldn't see me if ya glasses were government issue
A couple people in my gang got the black pistols
So I'm the crime lord bein loaved till I'm buggin
I'll be shot across the face or burned in hells oven
Its automatic bra / so like bulimics I'll cause self-static
I'll be runnin head first like acrobats doin acrobatics

Freestyle!!!

Im feeling the strain of a game totally played
Rock guages at full aim as I blame kids that playin
Stop sayin that Imma do this for ya schools
Halt dudes from talkin bout fame and loot
Brutes be on my shoulders somethin like a mass
Pranksters be pullin gats bullets murderous fast
Breakin past my limits gonna get em when I'm in it
Flows right so yall goin mimick just as I finish

Uhh...

Mutual just like money to me that I love
Guns shootin high get you hit by a slug
Im a king so you gotta gimmie my throne
Spit like a ruger so Im breakin critical bones
A million dollars aint enough cuz I aint good for that
Even for my sugery raps of fact that make hoods collapse
I'm raw like stone crack / sniffed by quarter backs
Techs be spittin at cats that hold them colder raps /
For that dough I'm rollin like that creature on pillsbury
Couldn't bury me if you were paul bearer of a cemetary

yes

/ means to pause

Im fenna take this game to another level
I'm on top of the game stayin way above ya level
I'm in the street watch for a lane
Yall ride but I'mma see you off into ya grave
Poppin shots will get you smoked quicker than joints
Rope around ya neck seein aint no provin a point
These brothas aint seen what I'm capable of
Jean will help you wit ya raps on paper because
But see me in the hood man / own a sedan from choppin grams /
see ya peeps can roll and be cool like ice land / uhh...
You aint seen nothin yet till you got capped
Big world so I can be wrong when I write raps
Kill me never / got a heart fulla pride like a dough getta /
Blocks walked on by kids that turn into dope fellas.
No go-rillas / black dudes watch for the cold winter
In a spot till I die makin these flows killa
my main squad cant be stopped cuz the barrels we pop
We aint rap artists we on the street fightin cops
Talked to drug dealers told me to cop the sac's
Got so high couldn't react to the rocks N crack
Writin abou tht egame as I see fit to get the deal
Doin the most as brothas get blinder from the loss of feel
We are a dyin race with the basic sells
You cope wil L's in ya face like flyin shells
My aim is better when I weather my skills
I'm smokin whatever when I'm writin the kills

I'm surviving beyond all of the lethal light years
Techs be shootin heavily into ya chest make you cry tears
My verbal contact stays catchin yo life wit pressure
Vibes be flowin restin in the sky along wit my vectas (vectors)
I might blast like a tech nine stop yo length like broke lines
Take yo health behind closed doors in a house doin dope crimes
My rhymes is the form of a written killer or messiah
I speak wit powers like elementals then I steal yo fiya (fire)
Born on the earth gettin high as a rap guy
Get in front of the mack cries and get ya cap fried
Your life is over as I draw back likea rough neck
Flee as I dump next on the only one suspect
Diamonds in the eve of summer behind its wake
I'm wearin my wrist cuffs inside the skies embrace
Whether or not you takin shots to the face
I see you your entering heaven to the eternal saints