i don't care if you white poutorican or chinese
you talk smack like that, i'll getcha hitting high notes like tyrese
nobody knows yo name noteven ms. keys
tru you as what as snow. WHACK! best describes your flow
ratatata what the fuck??? trying to flow like missey?
rumpapumpapa her ass needs kissing
fucking loser this ain't about racial hate
but your whack ass rhymes gon describe your fate

Bust a rap or two to get better in a hurry, see
I'm back with an altered flow like Kanye after surgery
Took a break from the game, now I'm back dropping lines
can't have me and hova outta the rap game at the same time
Nah I'm just playing I aint at his level, but I'm getting there quickly
Changing guys perspective, like gay fashion designers on nbc
Fuck an encore, you want more then tell me
I got a girl problem but not ninety-nine others
Not since I came with 2 9's and a fucking revolver

This is a freestyle cypher.... not chit chat about Pac.... god

This is a rude awakening for those how hatin' me/
Fuck you and those who used to be datin' me/
I know I don't try to be the most fly guy I just get by/
But when ya piss me off you a verse that can cause you to die/
I don't have ta diss you in me rhymes, I choose to sometimes/
But when me deal works out I'll be droppin' benjis, Instead of nickels & dimes/
PS... Pot Smokers', Now we got an Alliance, All of our shit's in compliance/
We all good No beef wit each other, And one comes at you, no deniance/
If you got the feeling to be froggish, Leap, If ya do be warned, I leave ya in a heap/
I just keep going and going, the pain inside is the fuel, tossing and turning to where I can't sleep/

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Umm yo, it says you can rap about whatever so piss off

Don't post your conversations in this cypher damn it! Meet the line limit and read the fucken rules!
~Bounce~

Lost in the abyss missing critical feelings
I thought I had no limit til i hit the glass ceiling
Now I feel opressed depressed and full of spite see
Regret cuz I can't accept that you used to like me
I can't get past the fact that you never stated your emotions
I'm rekindling lost memories as i'm simultaneoustly freeposting
Fuck tommorow, what could've been.. will never be. I feel so hollow
Living with sorrow's a bitch, girls don't measure up, you a hard act 2 follow
Lost in oblivion,still living in the past I once cherished
How can I continue living when our love has perished?


happy I matched your 'emo post" with an emo post

When I'm Pissed I Can't Be Missed, But you can get dissed/
Get ripped into peices, get stripped, girls can get fucked/
Chocolate Syrup and cherry dipped, And I'll bust back/
Fuck shit bitch I'll fuckin' cuss back, match you word for word/
Then I'll fuckin' start trying, Beeyotch all ya cats'll start diein'/
You better motha fuckin' pray okay, Village Gone Insane doin' cocaine/
Talk bad about me, that's a bullet in ya brain, ask ya dad 'bout me/
Cuz I whooped that fucker's ass, after that you fuckin' that fuckin's ass/

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i liek this thread, cuz i rap about wateva i want, nigga/
i could start fights or chill or taunt, nigga.
and in here i can do wateva i please/
i cna even say rapping is my futre, its my destiny.
i feel liek smoking a tree/
but u'll do u fucking wannabe.
if u fee me dawg prepare to run/
or u cna stay and chill and have sum fun.
just chill here and drop ur lines/
just dun't try to feed off mine/
be a nigga and smoke a dime/
and if i say i dun't feel like doin it then i guess id be lie'n

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mad- skillz

dun be mad cuz u lost, your just another victimLyod banks
"lyod banks motha fucka, with a gun and a clip/
ready to smack up all those nigga's that running there lip"

My Flow is bueno, the other all come from paseo/
Straight up feed you mayo, got me sayin' hey ho/
While I'm rippin' out other MCs gut, Deliverin' death Call me pizza hut/
Deliverin' pleasure up ya girl's butt, I'm the BBMDP of the universe/
Plus I could beat you with any verse, some call it a curse/
Then they land up in a hearse, Cuz these faggit rappaz rap wit a purse/
When I'm mentioned they run, lyrically eat you like a cinn-a-bun/
Cuz I the one who win-a-ton, Burn your asses straight till-i-done/

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They call me MohBeatz, let me make my introduction
spittin true knowledge, yall rap without any substance
Are yall really renegades, serenadin cribs with grenades?
bent for fame, and born with real talent to entertain?
Well doesnt sound like it be, maybe its the pounds of the weed
that got your heads cloudy, or maybe you should switch to R n B
An R Kelly, or maybe yall part Nelly
Or that bitch ass rapper, who stared in belly
Yea that was nas, and i dont need no applause
Cause fuck rappin to dudes, I rather be chillin wit broads

They Took Pac, They Took Bigs, They Prop Chingy, They Prop Nel, They Screwed 57th, The Screwed Lejo, They Disrespec Tech, Now they disrepec Me
Beleive that

Fuck the Industry like Tecca Nina Say, When you look at me they be like what he say/
They ain't gonna hold K.C. down in the End, They ain't Hearin' the hardest rappaz around the bend/
I don't care what record label is there sayin' no, I just Know when we do it they gonna know/
That they passed up on the best group to ever run KC, They can't see talent they see money It's what they see/
I don't care what city your from, You got no reason to think MIssouri in inferior/
I'll shove you back in ya mom's womb, see from the interior, You must think we dumb/
We gonna bust through someday, WE gonna rush through someday, We'll count cash someday/
From Lawson down to Raytown they'll all rejoice, CUz we the rappaz of their choise/
Fuck the Industry of Radio, How many different re-dos of Pac can they try to prop/
Someone's gotta bend someones gonna break, And It's not gonna be us, make no mistake/

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Soon rappers will be looking up at me,
try to to take a hit at me
but when bitches get more than they ask for they scatter like lil cockroaches
i hate bitches telling stories about killing other fuckers
if you feel me throw them mutherfucking hands up
think twice before you make a remark
i got this dude regretting his mama was a hoe
your future is filled with darkness
bow down to your superior
listen to your inner fear

i'm 8 times tha 50-cent cause i've been hit wit 72 shots...
and i've been underground in tha backround ghostwriting for tupac...
who would've known, only 12 years old when i wrote hip-hop...
and wore a mechanical cube of frozen water for a wrist watch...
i've been here...I've been there...fuck it...I've been everywhere...
i've been part of tha universes grand design for assualt and battery fears...
a phobia... i'm knowin ya from tha inside out like mind readers...
physical mind walkin demon usin spiritual souls becomin time eaters...
a vision of trinities that are nailed and ready for crucifixion...
used to listen to pharoahs until they died out from pollution...
soon to be advanced more than holograms and sacrad land kings...
biblical more than mystical just to believe wat Jesus: tha man brings...
my hands wring tha blood from tha shirt I wore when i hit tha dirt...
face first before tha finger of death despites to embrace his thrist...
this is curses that equal a complete 3 diseases in tha center of...
doves that no longer carry tha message of love like fender-bender slugs...
end of hugs come when i manifest to infest ur dress like father incest...
set to arrest tha complex point of interest inside tha joints of further success...
I'm tha best echo's constantly in my dishonesty if your on to me...
if your fond of me, please believe that you'll be bonded to honor thee...
like tha rampant standings u see that seem to be an oddity...
raisin up wit no stoppin me and number one wit no toppin me...

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Don't Speak Famous Rappers, But Then My Name Wouldn't Be Heard
I'm Seeing Trained Up Actors, And We Know They Late To See Word
My Mic's Like The Compactor, I Take Rubbish And Make Kids Love It
These Rhyme Intwined By Me, Define My Wit With It So Line Hugs It
And Now Mc's Whine Why Me, Yeah Its Unlucky To Go Against Flow
Rappin' Master Designe Lively, Atlas On Shoulders For Strength Hold

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Everyone In Frontlines ' Gives Up ' While Battling Me -Rappin' Master

I Have Roosters Going All Day Long Becuase I'm Rising - Grass Hopper

Kick Ur Arse To You U Say "stop,As My Gun Goes "POP"-lil jon

Do You Want This? Its Death And Now Theres No Suicicde - Genie

so dis cop iz telling me not to front.... i told him he cud hav sum on my next blunt
my mouth and da mic has an unbelievable reaction
witch causes alot ov attraction cuz they simple and relaxin
cuz they kno im no braniac an dat im just lyrics maniac
my lyrical skills got u climbing them hills smoking tha weed an selling sum pills
tha flow ov my beat is drilling thru ur ears like BBQ drills
my lyrics aint nutting but true an lethal .....i mean ive afended a few people
4 me class is a restricted ....see these burns in my arms....ther self inflicted
im just a poor wite boy ,nutting but a sick kid!!
my moms cant wait 4 da day my arse get convicted
ive tried sneaking outa tha house wearing disguises
ima tha motherfucker responsible 4 da family crisis

cort my gf cheating .....tha image in my head did nutting but repeating
creating a kid scared that his bitch is going around dating
told tha guy ima kill ima blood spill him ...but he dont think i will
until i accidently slit his throat an his throat began to spill
a crowd grew surounded by a speachless crew wat am i going to do?...
i shout"duz any body else wanna peace here???"
an old couple walk by see wats going on an sayz"oh dear"
thers no man in da world i fear...in my eyes u will never see a tear
moms putting me off my skills won't b able to drop any lyrical bombs
is this life??.....moms locked tha door an i forgot my comdoms....THANKS ALOT MOMS!!
im out...i hear sum drunks singing...then my phone starts ringing....yea i got dat shit an i b blinging...
so answer my phone ...."do wat i want u to do,an u feeling pain will b thru" in an evil tone...
"who da FUCK r u" i groan an it takes alot 2 confuse me an make me moan....
tha evil voice replys"i cum from da place wer da bad frys,an evils dies 4 telling lies"
i say"bitch i'll fuck u up" ......he laffs.."tha names satan,an u was born by a women but ur my creation....
i kno uve heard tha voices telling u ur on mission and that u got an unbelievable frustration"
i told him"ite im in...as long u can keep but well away from da pin,an aint gotta goto church 4 my sinz"........