• This new freestyle's for Hip Hop, cause once it reached the tip top It went down and dropped, like when "gangstas" shootin' cops Or when the Reaper cuttin' crops, the head is gone, so just stop This new freestyle's for Hip Hop, cause once it reached the tip top It went down and dropped, like when "gangstas" shootin' cops Or when the Reaper cuttin' crops, the head is gone, so just stop Ey, what happened hip hop? looks like Biggie and Pac, it got shot Then niggas from the south got it screwed up and chopped Westside niggas kept talking about them LA cops Nas said it's time was running out like tick tock People be sayin' Weezy be hot, not I can name 5 rappers better then him It should be a sin, you think you the best, I'll wipe off that grin Oh right the 5 rappers let me begin First off there's Common, he killed Ice Cube how you gon' stop him? So just drop it, all you fake ass niggas stop, ya not rhymin' I'll eat you up like ramen, you and ya awful timin' All your doing is shinin', a dime could do that when nigga grindin' Next up is the Lupe, I want to rhyme like him but I'm too stupid Though I do have the words to be like cupid That's not enough now you have to be dancing like a cool kid? Nah we'll tear you up it'll be ruthless Make ya niggas all toothless, and that's proof, shit This one be Talib Kwaeli, niggas the real world ain't jolly His words so quick it's like Ali, we'll erupt like the island Bali Bitches so hopeless they calling their toys Papi Compared to the first three, the New Boyz can't top these All these industrial bitches its all just folly Here comes Consequence, his skill will kill have you worth 17cents Now before you other fakes commence, be careful you might condense You better wake up and get some Common Sense You a pawn in this game of chess, shoot ya through ya vest Into ya chest so just hold ya breath, better yet Just in peace you rest, yes Now finally we got the nigga Technique, the rapper who preach When he speaks, you got nothing to say, no speech A true underground nigga who can teach We all eating you each like a peach, you can't touch and or reach You slap us I'll just punch ya right in the cheek Ya beat and rhymes are too weak, just stop and shriek We coming at you like you the Persians, we the Greeks Shit this has to end, and I don't mean this freestyle my friend... I mean auto-tune, I'm running out of breath need some water soon Were all killing the industry like a slaughter room Better yet a slaughter house we holding its daughter til noon The daughters name is pop music, all that's bullshit It's just plain foolish, fuck a goon and a goblin cause I'm ghoulish What's a goblin to a ghoul, nothing you homosexual dude So Flo Rida is it true? That you like to suck it too Ya sound like a bitch and ya face like a mule Hip Hop is finally dead, you done, I'm through Oh wait but I forget I'm a necromancer So I'll bring it back to life with humans not dancers To the industry and government I'm like a cancer When I ask you a question ya better answer Or I'll stab a hole through your career like a lancer This new freestyle's for Hip Hop, cause once it reached the tip top It went down and dropped, like when "gangstas" shootin' cops Or when the Reaper cuttin' crops, the head is gone, so just stop This new freestyle's for Hip Hop, cause once it reached the tip top It went down and dropped, like when "gangstas" shootin' cops Or when the Reaper cuttin' crops, the head is gone, so just stop I believe a girl would save me Love so blinded me, I can no longer see What fools we mortals be, please someone... Make me happy, I'm selfish and nasty Who gives a fuck if I'm not classy Why don't you suck my cock, cock If you try I put, I put a glock, glock Right, right into your pock-et And you bitches wanna see what I got, shit I gotta get something off my chest Gotta hurry up, running out of breath I'm fucked up like I'm taking crystal meth You walked away from me, look whats left I'm not like the rest, I wasn't put in cardiac arrest! And fuck no, this ain't a fucking mic check Yes, you can wrap it in a tortilla and eat my wiener That's right, I'm a son of a beaner Compared to Shady, I'm meaner, but not leaner Lets listen to some Seether, chill, take a breather I wanna feel her, but not feed her Bitchy like a whore, face like a boar Looks like your face came from a dirt floor I'm known as the Prince of War Bring my great armada to the shore My plans will strike you straight at the core When I walk away there's no more I came back more controversial My spirit and strength unimaginable I'm indestructible or so it is told.....

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