Open Mic:
Wait for patience, it's nowhere near.. my grace is tainted
As I view the canvass of life, and see that the paint is faded
Fearing.. why is this happening? as my eyes are tearing
Begin to think, this image probably means my life is smearing
Cries I'm hearing, race against time..but even time is sneering
Listening..hear the beat of hearts & can sense despise is nearing
It still isn't stopping me, this here is more like a tragic filled comedy
So possibly..or logically, one day I'll just end this worthless odyssey
I will.. born an artist, & my soul is art.. but why must I face this test
I myself traced the outlines of life..so I guess I can erase my sketch

Battle Verse:
But stop being something you ain't, acting humble and tough
Mad cuz I'll never dig ya..unless it involved a shovel and gloves
Your played, get no pussy and your verse is boring duke
But that shit yu call a verse is banging.. a lot more than you
This site's known to rid of wackness, you're the only bitch left
So I'ma have to kill yu for kicks..then beat yur corpse w/ them
It's my ego that makes me evil..
Carry swords & blades, but I'll only bring 'em out when I'm with you
But not only will I 'Nik ya..expect a John, Greg, Bill and Tim too