Freestyle, baby!

[Brainz]

The Brainz behind this extrodinary masterpiece//
Out of the ordinary I shine during and after the feast//
Ciezed the talent that layed eyes on you
..................................... good luck wit the beast//
The Beast is I and if you decide to survive You will be deceased//
No longer a feared or clear image just a bliss to me//
Not a mystery. no more of you. I'll just erase ya history//
Listen G thou time has come sonnner then expected//
If I ever discoverd jewels on ya I would have kept it//
Your a shame to your hood you no longer can rep it//
Ya lameness was a virus but you was the only one infected//

(Bitches Ha)

[Kraven Moorhead]

Im Flaming gats,bullets,no pause full attack
getting so much of a buzz of tha piff im gonna have a heart attack
only hang out with real Gs
i got no room to be stabed in tha back
its quite alright
i'll be here all night
put another rock in..have a smoke of tha pipe
a puff of tha piff,block of tha hash
im here to make friends
im here to SMOKE
and KICK SOME ASS

[Cuthroat]

i feel as if i have nothing to gain in this world that's stuffed full of pain
this life tought me several lessons now i'm gonna school the game
get a plan to get ahead of these fools and lames
not abiding by rules doing whatever i feel i need to each day
moneys slow and i'm no baller i don't keep pay
just like a bad call in football i'm wanting a replay
feel like the soldiers that fought in Normandy on D-day
caught in emotions constantly floating trying to be the dominant factor
prominent and yet confident rapper putting fakes to rest
feeling the greatest stress man i hate this mess

[kingbooson]

I ain't gonna rest, until I get this off mah chest/ Rip little bitches like you ta shreads and greet you to yah death/ You wanna call somebody out, cause I'll take that shit collect/ Talk about a long distance between you and the best/ Cause I don't practice battles, I battle for practice/ Just for little bitches like you that call me out to get yah ass kicked/ Step ta me and yah gonna get smacked in the lips/ Knock you around with them lyrical backflips/ You think you're a top dogg, but I dont give a shit/ You're the one that started the battle and I'm the one ta finish it/ Like a stock Honda, yah rhymes are just weak/ Before yah drop anything wipe the cum flakes off yah cheak/ And when I spit mah shit sit down when I speak...

[-IsIs-]

My enemy is sent to be, set to plot against me,
verbally test thee, until I reach an untolerable degree,
of my verbal testimony, there will be no rest homie,
out at Bismark sea is where thou shall battle me, this holy emcee, chooses not to agree, like luke and the darkside, to decide to be cast aside by, enemy of me,
which to this day remains to be the one you see,
from a lessser to a higher degree, more or less, bless,
i read evil passages, to curse demonic savages, I ravage his, scripture,
and leave him with terrible stritures, laid up in a strecher, in a very crital condition,
for being read this mathmetitions verbal preachings, Im the master of arts in teaching ancient language, tearing human flesh, kicking rhymes that bang like ledesh, easily the best, leaving fakes with cardiac arrest, depressed with defeat, you now seek to begin the quest for the meek, I possess black magic, that cleanses wack tragic, shaken rappers off the edge of the universe, dispersed like the cursed Eve, on the qui vive,
I strike with plans to decieve, lie and backstab, for bio labs, contain my true DNA, the king of molecules, to be implanted in the heads of youths.

[KiLLeR_GaNgStA]

Man most yall rhymes are fake, Damn yall just a descrace//
I will put mace to ya face, Because you descrase ya own race//
Havin cum drip off ya face, Man forget it you in space//
Internet thug, Or internet gangsta, Rollin around here like a wanna be wanskta//
Man you start to blush when the little girl shanks ya//
You get Embarrest because you inherit, The wrong skills//
Man you repeat shit like a farrit, My punches are stronge kills//
i over load my punches and make you Drop dead//
Man you a soft bitch, Soft like bread//
Man ya shit went to ya head, After you got beat in ya bed//
Man ya shits wack instead, Of workin ahead of the fed//
So stop tryna be loyal like the local goverment//
Man thinkin he got magic powers kids tryna hover it//
freestyle this and freestyle that, Man just stop the rhyme sceme//
Keystyle this and keystyle that mister king?, I dont like ya shine theme//

[KiLLeR_GaNgStA]

Man rippin out my obilical cord wont even make me hurt you one bit//
Because my verse will take you down in jsuit about only one hit//
kickin verses like you the king?, Tryna kick dis shit its gone stop//
i killed dis kid for rollin up on me, because i was at the pawn shop//
kickin rhymes to where it shines, Like kickin rocks in ya face//
man dis is gone be ya last meal, So say ya grace//

[Daflava]

Brainz u think ur hardcore cause ur fagget ass is flyweight / ill splatta ur brainz and bring you down to noweight / dam homz be-easy, slow down u'll end up pushin my weight / make you talk like a fag with subject dat dont relate / U stepin to my rank / loosing u betta believe in / cause when you’re against this angel the other half is a lyrical demon / I restrict you from breathing / shit you going a mile / and I be speeding with rival that can be free-in / but you aint got it like that / so stop believing / don’t hate on other style / cuz ill drag u without touchin u as far as a mile

[Bottom Line]

I'm from a cannibal-sector..when I handle-the-heckler..
I leave niggas masked up like Hannibal-Lector...
Don't think the kid ain't got tools-tucked-man..
I roll around wit 3 K's..I call 'em the Ku Klux Klan...
Niggas wavin 'round tecs like niggas on the block-ain't-got-guns..
Where I'm from..niggas'll roll up..stop..cock-and-pop-guns...
I shot-guns..while in a black Marauder ridin shotgun..
Never hit weed..takin shotguns wit a hoe ridin my shotgun...
I got-ones son..see I put spinners on G6's..
I'm from detroit..my niggas keep the D like we the Pistons...
I'm in the starting five..cuzzo..I never ride benches..
When I break necks..I leave hanging head down like lynches..

[word perfect.]

let me leave a piece to rock you, words stapped like a gat.
all cats be hearing pack pack, duck dont turn your back.
get laced these words lacerate blood on your shirt not paint.
bitch i taint just met an yet your feeling quite faint.
this is how word perfect needs to aquaint, so , u recognize.
my spit toxic venom to make you quit suprise, i as your demise.

[Truth]

when i look around erybody wanna be deep/
but they just follow the pack like some sheep/
then the heat come and the all back down/
talkin about guns and knives but neva heard a mack round/
niggas like me stay on the grind that paper chase/
niggas like u fed wit the silver spoon and can't relate/
livin in one of the darkest realities but just can't escape/
what lies a head its death and descruction/
all this shit is built up i'm like a volcanoe and its bout to be an eruption/
niggas use they situation as an excuse and a crutch/
i just wanna make it out but u can bet i'll neva lose touch/
wit what brought me here and lets get one thing clear/
i'm tired of waitin in the wings this year is my year/

[Hollywood]

ok.
Da wood is here ,who want step to my stage
I make cats put down the mic, retire at a young age
I'm to hot, nobody what to step to me
when i'm in the building, i raise room temp. 3 degrees
i'm fire the kid was born with a fever
to put me out ya going to need a fire extinguisher

[Rock]

my face looks familiar, similiar to mike in thriller,
i write iller, da white vanilla, da hype will kill ya,
conceal ya, like an illegal fire arm,but realer,
got that fire on my arm, like a dealer,
what you need son, cause i got it,
crack, dope, or just da chronic,
my back broke, from too much dough on it,
trust me you dont want it, do you
i'll screw you like a screw driver,
burn you with this fire, the new ryder, da mischief,
handle these bitches, and business, at the same time
when cool to hot, with the same line,
went from a nobody to da mischief with this same rhyme,
im cinfused, and lost in this insane mind,
trying find, a decent side to me,
dont lie to me, or you'll die with me
right now, i feel it inside of me,
shut up and ride with me,
get high with me,
decide to be,
cool with me, before its too laye,
aww shit its too late,
cant hesitate,
click clack the four eight,
and boom, you laid out like a feather weight,
battling a better weight, like heavy weight, ready wait,
steady hate, as sharp as a maschetti blade,
you ready, you afraid,
got chopped like freddy, to your face,
im dead, but your legacy has been erased,
and my names still said a 50 times a day
on the radio my jams still get played,
and cats still blaze to the name mischief.....
on the grave it reads, blaze to the mischief

[B-ILL]

ill spill your blood brutally
theres nothing you can do to me/
ill get you in your sleep, fuck what he said about the sheep
you should be watchin me i reep ill slit your wrist and make you sleep/
im a soldier in the streets, rockin timbs on both my feets
theres nothin you can do i got the text....fuck the beats/
ill pop you with three shots, your the general makin' plots
hustlas on the streets sayin get the rocks, 9 on there lips searchin through the reebok's/
ill kill you for the fun of it theres no heart behind this chest
i got enough homies and some enemies at rest, you come fuck with me it's your soul that i blessed/

[Trema]

when it come to hip sum peeps trip rather then flip
-rhymes are weak coz there thoughts are hyped up..lines turn to shit
i seen it. niggaz dissing with no talent and no flow its funny
-and still mother fuckaz diss me..well life isn't all honey
breed the write lyrics you might just make it but please nigga dnt be fake
-coz yo fans can tell when u stutter and slip, and your rhymes sound bait
fuck it, i'm diss anyone who has a flow that cont make pape
-half theese wanabee cats are shit, need to stick to nick and elevate