Niggas im the sickest, i got the flu from these bitches My swagga made me the slickest, this must mean i got riches So fucked up you need 666 stitches, im flipping rhymes like switches So fucked up im like your virus or glitches This the underground where we slumber in ditches I bring 6 episodes of chaos like Star Wars You my bitch so get on all fours Fags say i steal my lyrics like from stores Cant you see, that dude i steal from is me Cause im two times the MC, that youll ever be Your near death and with no banshee Im the master of all natural disaster You cant catch up because im faster After this done you gon need some plaster I got 6 components of death like if i was a castor Im completely in my zone, so close to the throne I tear niggas up like a cyclone, wash away like a hurricane Shit im so fucked in the head its insane Im drinking the energy out of Cocaine, fuck your gold chain Yeah fuck the Rov Range, motherfuckers have droned ya brain Fuck a werewolf you can call me a vampire Blood, not love is what i desire, this is me through the fire Not Kanye but i preach through a wire Who gives a shit about ecclesiastical attire I wear scene shit, as if i were a scene kid Ive been there, done that, and seen it In mind and strength i grow like a seed did Im so fiendish, you couldnt believe this Itll make ya squeamish, ill tear out sixteen spleens Become the king for sixteen queens I killed sixteen deans, one night is sixteen dreams This is sixteen bars and im on sixteen screens

Alright lil homie you bit the dust I didnt want to kill you but i must Your biting off me because of your selfish lust Im gon have to use this sword and thrust Into your flesh and bones cause you made me combust You and your pussy are nothing but sluts Bitch im the Amethyst, the lyrical beat rhythm alchemist Sick in the head but still an anthropist Dude you started and im gon end this Damn your a fucked ampule, you so minuscule Your so worthless you fucking tool Ill box you out like a kangaroo Your so low that i can use you as the sole of my shoe I dont have time for this so im through

Please don't be so scared, truly I care Your beauty is something I share, there's nothing to compare Girl your so vulnerable, oh please call her home We all were stone, before the small girl phoned Oh girl won't you stay, when you leave I'll decay Lost don't know which way, will I wake up the next day I must think this through, same song with the same view Damn and I thought I knew, could this be untrue Maybe just a dream, her speech couldn't be seen I guess all isn't what it seems, your thoughts were behind the scene I loved your voice, such a peaceful and cool noise Mine crowded by those boys, I used to wish I would be the choice My patience 'bout to explode like a bomb, but I remain calm But you don't know I'll go far beyond, so for you is this song Because I know my heart aint enough, sayin' this in person is tough I don't know if I could call this love Am I moving too fast or what, and I know I'm not buff But shit this be too rough, what the fuck, I'm out of luck I wonder if I could, maybe I should, what if I would... Take you to my hood, so we can be good, so misunderstood I just want to kiss you, damn I miss you When I see your face I'm blissful, you shine like a crystal For you I'll take a bullet from a pistol Fuck, your someone I'm really into, the answer is so simple But you hesitate, or maybe it was my mistake For you my heart aches, can't speak my lips shake I don't have the usual partake, and I'm no Drake But for your sake... maybe I'm just not awake...

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.....

Look this'll be my last reply, stop and go die I'm sick of ya "gangstaness" and lies I'm gon' be better and fly, high into the sky Your one of the reasons hip hop is dead Unfortuately I have to put lead in your head All that just came from my old self but i got more to be said When I got better in rhymin' inside a tear you shed It sucks I have to spread the red I've been listening to true skill since an infant And same with the fake skill with it And compared to them your no different I ain't gon' diss you, look I don't know but you got issues Heres a tissue, a rhyme you can't think of,its so simple I once saw you as a coach, and now I humbly approach Which makes you choke, and ya right I'm broke And ya a rich city kid thinking you folk Well I'm people and your a joke Your right my mind is clouded by smoke But it's whatever cause your pathetic You can't see the true aesthetic Of hip hop it draws you in, its magnetic You can't see the poetic and energetic People who found the true conjecture Right now I'm giving you a lecture Cause you don't feel the feeling of the texture But enough of that to me your like T.I.'s old person Dead and gone, ya shows done close the curtains I'm gon' stop cause it forces your mental state to worsen Of that idea I'm certain, so this track your smack I'm gon merc it I got better things to do, I tell you that but you still don't got a clue Damn I sick of, this NIGGA, who think he better then Jigga I tell you this for your own health just give up Remember... its just for fun

Everyone gather around, there's a story to tell but it might make you frown But it's very interesting so all sit down, this life is about a lil nigga from the underground Seen as a pushover he took pound after pound, and he finally got sick of this town His skill unimaginable but know one ever saw it, wanted to quit, he thought it But said fuck it and then demolished, but he knew his lines had to be polished So he can destroy and abolish, niggas tried to speak but then withdrawed shit Niggas tried to step up and said he sounded sloppy, but he was confident and a bit cocky Cause he knew they were jealous and couldn't copy, they sounded screwed up and choppy Knocking dudes down like Rocky, slapping them like a puck in hockey During this time he learned his 16 year old sister got an abortion, part of his life taken away, a portion This act felt like an extortion, the nigga so pissed cause he missed out something important 30 year old brother bringing drama to the house, he was fucking someone other than his spouse And so she found out, and the words "Fuck the bitch with the blouse" came out her mouth And now he got the bitch knocked up, and he's thinking "Now what?" Then the boy learns his sisters been called a slut, by his own family, what the fuck? So he heads downstairs and rolls up a blunt, thinking about a new cut The whole family's torn apart nothings new, he has the answer but no ones got a clue They all stuck to this drama like glue, they all got nothing else to do The lil nigga is feeling so blue, smokin' up weed and widening his view Writing the sickest shit to blow off some fume, the kid wondering can he bloom? Shit he's straight killing all, getting into brawls, what he really needed was a call From God to help him up from this fall, because he felt so small In this world he was nothing but a pawn, was still so young like a fawn So he started to write from midnight til dawn, and he learned the truth but now is gone

Im as tall as Paul Bunion, yeah i like 2 eat funyons, my mind is so cunnin, ill be cussin somethin not nothin I got so much ice they call me the snow man, the grown man, that’s right nigga, the blown man Pop pop pop, goes the bottles, ‘n pop pop pop, goes the gun of my throttle, now listen 2 my motto Imma G mayne, yeah it’s a G thang, let the G hang, if u w8 long enough, ur an OG, hey! Now if u repeat it 2x fast, ull get a clap clap, clapper, now look, im flattered, but u dnt mix, wit my batter U c, they call me the nice clean man, wit the ice cream van, so can I have some rice beans blam! Hey ladies, i can make it snow, make the night sky glow, i make it rain on dem hoes Get all that cash ‘n jewlry, ya no! Cmon lets get high on life, yeah high wit ya wife, n when u get high, u drop dat knife, get high on Sunny Delight No freight, hallucinogens of the Dark Knight, look im outta sight U no i gotta get dat green, dem beans, look at dose jeans, back i lean, so damn clean So fresh, fresh to the depth, yeah so so def, wit a so so rep Unlike any other, I fucked ya sista n ya motha, i killed ya brotha, i dnt have an accent from the Southern U caint run or hide, hit u wit plat-num, then ride, steel whip hit, witta heel kick flip I dnt wanna leave, but i got 2, n sry ta hear dat u flopped dude Now heres 1 last freestyle, witta smile, its gon be crazy n wild, who gives a fuck if imma child, lets go Now i kill i spill, got a couple problem wit the bills I make dese deals, wit Navy Seals, I get high, i fly, wnt let me touch the sky, Im the best guy 4 u, my shawty, ill have some1 clean ya shoes, ill buy ya boots, ill call u toots Ha-ha jus playin wit the nickname, yes i wear my suit, no matter wut my roots U shld accept the fact, dat ya done n ova wit, wuts up wit u n dat Rova, shiiit U need the whole thing, not jus a bit n watch my ice I sk8 all ova it, niiice, watch me roll the dice, i slice n serve wit rice, So now I fly my kites, got so much money n green all these churches I purchase Buy all my girls purses; get no curses, ‘n I don’t say all this shit on purpose All ya lines, rhymes, verses, they all be so worthless I’ll fuck all ya minds up like I did ta Curtis, now I leave n close the curtains

Aight, now it’s time to rock out ya know so here I go Come on now we gon’ get this party started Get loose, come on let ya feelings unguarded I’m a blaze through, you don’t need Young Carter I’m a go farther and don’t bother Trying to tell me, that I ain’t the best around If I ain’t, then why don’t you put your vest down See ya whole clique put on the ground And why you niggas always borrowing lines? It’s probably because no one would borrow you dimes ABC, 123, I don’t give a shit; fuck ICP Now you see pee? Because I see pee From my dick to ya mouth, now don’t touch my hand I know you’ve been down south In the pants of men, in jail, you probably sucked more than ten To keep your asses alive in the state pen And R. Kelly please stay away, I fear you’re gonna be the next M.J. Man, fuck Ice T, why you be calling out S.B.? When you can bring hip hop back with a sick beat And we know you an O.G., but why you play the POLICE? And Soulja Boy, enough with the OOOH It ain’t Halloween, enough with that, or you get a boo Now I’d like to go on a Shopping Spree I mean come on I got the key, lets drop a beat, start spitting heat I know I ain’t African American, but I’m seen as a Jefferson or Marilyn or Harrison Ford I’ll drive a Honda Accord Damn all ya’ll getting killed and I’m bored So I’m the freshest here, I make no mistakes my mind is clear When I come in everybody cheers, I’m so dirty they think I’m clean Yeah with these lines I’m such a fiend, with so much green In the streets they call it murder I’m so dope with these beats it’s unheard of Yeah nigga I make more than Curtis All those ladies gather around me They love me so much shit I got glory When I write, I write with a story I wipe my ass with money, ain’t shit funny It ain’t nothing I’m just lucky Now I cock it back, write in this pad, my skill is ill And you just got killed!

Aight, first off you a bitch, 'n yeah you a snitch 'N I see the bullshit you pull, cause you full of shit too Now I don’t wanna sound racist, but you made me say this See, ya people had a tough time, yes, a rough time Most of 'em said enough, 'n got hit by nine You a fucking disgrace, to ya race Tryna speak Spanish? Uno, dos, tres. That all? You fucking puto, lucky little bitch, cause I won’t shoot though Ya aint worth it, 'n if you ever go to my hood, everyone say, you got to go I stop by Mexico 'n get a lot of coolio, you know Look you fucking fag, ill wipe the floor with ya face like a rag Wrap you up in a bag, what? Now you want to put up the white flag? Huh? Ya fuck with Paco, wrap you up like a taco You sucking on a cock, yo, 'n fuck Joe You messin with C.S. 'n you talking a lot of b.s. Let us all get back to me, I know, I be so greedy 'N don’t hate on me, cause I bring the facts, see? One more lil comment out yo mouth, in school I might be kicked out I mean shit man, what’s this all about? Talking shit to me, like you from the south Well just stop speaking, before I (prrrat prrrat) with out a doubt Look at you, knock out those teeth You still want beef? Put it up to ya brain, feel the heat You are so beneath, my feet, you about to get beat Cook you like meat, sweep you in the street Bitch you cheat, smash ya face in the concrete In the sidewalk, after im done with you, no more side talk Fucking faggot I heard that guy, Joe, you like to stalk Be careful in my hood cause once you cross The DA be drawing an outline with chalk Tick tock, time has ran out on the clock Bring out my glock, make 'em run away like a flock Think u a jock? This rap, is it a shock? Cause you think you can rock, or because I didn’t bark a lot You thought you could just mock Thought all ya jokes was hot, NOT! You’ll get shot, while you’ll be on ya knees, I’ll have a yacht About to rot, hit ya spot, POP!!! POP!!! Talking all that smack, so I loaded the mac Bitch, you so whack, iight jack Alright im gon' finish this right here What? You wanna fight here? I think I see a fright tear Aight, I got you, this is just not yo, DAY Don’t worry I will spray Hit you wit an AK I'm sorry, what did you say? Throw you in the bay What you weigh? Like 400lb's, ay? Fucking fat ass ate the whole pie Don’t lie, cause you gon' die Rise in the sky, with only one eye I’m so fly I’m from the Chi, I kill with such sly… (Ness) Look at how I ride… (This); you bitches are done ‘n I’m tired… (Of this) Now I say GOODBYE (hiss) I give this dude a bitch slap! Nah, a pimp slap! Not even, ill give em a diss track! Yeah bitch guess who’s back! (repeat 3x)

This is the city of Chi-Town, yeah, we bringing the beat now Ok, we spitting the heat out Now I’m putting my feet down, and yes, my skin ain't brown But im still holding the crown, 'n we'll put you haters on time out You all fucking clowns, im representing the Chi with my sound So if you fuck with us, then Chi's people put ya face in the ground Aight now it’s time to get it popping I’m from the Chi but live in Cicero, we still keep it rocking 'N when the boys be mouthing off, bodies be dropping, time to start the beat boxing So anyone hates, then we start the copping, im the king 'n there’s no stopping Need some new clothes? Then go shopping, so stop sobbing Some people don’t got the money so they got to get the mopping Or they might have to start the swapping If you try 'n fuck the Chi, you’ll be left with one eye And you fat ass niggas ate the whole pie, oh man now you have to say bye-bye Hah, we won’t say hi, you’ll get hit in the thigh Oh don’t cry 'n bitch don’t lie, 'n don’t think ya sly You aint no fucking spy, oh why do you try? Boy you just so high, I won’t fuck wit you fags cause you think you can fly Why do you think you can ride? You can’t so don’t even try 'n hide All ya boys are so wide, hit you once again in the side You betta hurry up 'n decide, in the Chi we keep our pride 'N we keep it till we've died, 'n let our descendants stride Look you can’t join the family of the Town whose fly That means you’ve been denied