Prop yourself, man!

[Rock$]

i buy new uptowns every 5 days
i let that tek go off and i hustle yay
chain platinum worht a few g's
I aint feel threatned by you niggas oyu aint got no cheese
how oyu gun say you make cake, and not rhyme about hard
niggas talkin like they got a deal and they out of the yard
I sip purple sizzy, and smoke blue chronic
when i ball, i start fiends young liek hooked on phonics
at the party, no bacardi ill take a gin and tonic
you suburb niggas better learn your ebonics
ima give you 16 just to prop myslef
take the dessie off my waist and put it on the shelf
i get cake like a rich mans wedding, mad stacks of it
rocks white and black and shit, pimp game im mackin it
and i got some mean deisel that these niggas would die for
so why you think we outside for (to move that shit hahah)

[Cypher]

when ma beats go up everybody get down
when ma beats go off the girl's pants go down
i'm no fool and i ain no clown
this is cypher break it down
afterparty the room gets loud
afterthat no one will make a sound.

[Opposed 1]

Shiiiiit I will crush you with a single fucking drip of this pen
have you scared to sleep at night for fear of seein it again
My Bic will kick the living shit out of you silly wannacees
Cause whenever you post around me you become my wannabe's
Dont you seize? -My lyrics - you quick bitin' piranhas
Shit I could eat you for breakfast in my pajamas
Dont believe me? Well then you'll get spit on by this here llama
Add a comma cause you aint even begun to feel the drama
I can bring - YoI don’t sing but instead - I bring the prose
Youz only a professional at snorting up your nose
You crack head ho's aint got shit that can even hit on this level
I'll swing again but this time I'll leave you face with a bevel
So embezzle some style from your favorite poppish rapper
Cause I'll put your lights out with two claps of this lyrical clapper
It dont matter what you bring because your ego I splatter
Your lines they get skinnier while my style just comes fatter
Empty your bladder, or else I'm gon beat the piss out you
And have your followers question your style and begin to doubt you
About you? I feel your simply just a fake
Like a silicone stripper jumpin out a cardboard cake
Take a break, fore I snap your little ass like a Kit Kat
When I swing my reach is long mutha fuckers so get back
Sit back and listen as I demolish the mic
And rest assured little bitches I gonna like this here dyke
So the next time you think of an emcee who's a textual pro:
No doubt you'll remember this post and think of Opposed.


Whats up cats?.....enter the dragon