Freestyle
Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 12:10 pm
Verbally I'm a threat, but niggas prolly aint heard of me yet//
My rhymes is a nine, and I'm leaving MC's murdered to death//
I'm on the come up, niggas aint doubted me yet//
Spit that lyrical shit, come equipped with a round of respect//
For all those that looked down on my rep//
When I come around with my set I'll leave ya whole town with regrets//
Don't believe in me yet, watch niggas put down they mouth with they bets//
Dawg I got the game on lock, on any block, got my salary set//
My mentality wrecks, dirty crunk niggas need a reality check//
I'm foul when I spit, niggas quick ta diss, cuz they aint see my originality yet//
Come around and correct ya posture//
On the Mic, I'm similar to a wreckless monster//
Respect my honor, come test the author, best check ya armor//
I gradually get better, each sentence I express gets harder//
Old niggas get mad, cuz in the past I prolly had sexed their daughters//
U aint got ta except me partna, but don't think I'mma slip for a second partna//
Lyrically kill you twice, if the first time u aint accepted slaughter//
I aint hearin none of yall lines, cuz to me you's a pesky bother//
I'm known for pulling hammers, a verbal threat to lonely stanzas//
Most of these rap cats aint rappers, they actors like Tony Danzas//
Takin head shots like I'm holdin cameras, saw me wreck on TV//
That's why the FCC wanna ban us, cuz we rollin in Benzes, they rollin in Saturn's//
Black Panthers, and break dancers paved the way so now we standing//
My mind visualizes in patterns, express standpoints towards different shootings and stabbins// Lootings and panhandling's, now the doe's up fo grabbin'//
I'm here to patternize my rhymes check ya intellects and analyze ya lines//
Catalyze ya mind, strong enough to break down the walls u reside behind//
Writing rhymes, clever thought up, verbally slaughter rappers tapes//
Why even bother, when I come harder than Bambatta back in the day//
Rap with out me, is like the feelin of getting locked up without the key//
Or buying a new whip without the lease, But don't doubt me G//
I can still bring joy to those, like a Criminal life without police//
Like the feelin of a hood nigga finally getting out the streets//
I'm out to get even, take out your breathing, come around in seasons//
Rusty James is the feelin of a time period of peace without it ceasing'//
My rhymes is a nine, and I'm leaving MC's murdered to death//
I'm on the come up, niggas aint doubted me yet//
Spit that lyrical shit, come equipped with a round of respect//
For all those that looked down on my rep//
When I come around with my set I'll leave ya whole town with regrets//
Don't believe in me yet, watch niggas put down they mouth with they bets//
Dawg I got the game on lock, on any block, got my salary set//
My mentality wrecks, dirty crunk niggas need a reality check//
I'm foul when I spit, niggas quick ta diss, cuz they aint see my originality yet//
Come around and correct ya posture//
On the Mic, I'm similar to a wreckless monster//
Respect my honor, come test the author, best check ya armor//
I gradually get better, each sentence I express gets harder//
Old niggas get mad, cuz in the past I prolly had sexed their daughters//
U aint got ta except me partna, but don't think I'mma slip for a second partna//
Lyrically kill you twice, if the first time u aint accepted slaughter//
I aint hearin none of yall lines, cuz to me you's a pesky bother//
I'm known for pulling hammers, a verbal threat to lonely stanzas//
Most of these rap cats aint rappers, they actors like Tony Danzas//
Takin head shots like I'm holdin cameras, saw me wreck on TV//
That's why the FCC wanna ban us, cuz we rollin in Benzes, they rollin in Saturn's//
Black Panthers, and break dancers paved the way so now we standing//
My mind visualizes in patterns, express standpoints towards different shootings and stabbins// Lootings and panhandling's, now the doe's up fo grabbin'//
I'm here to patternize my rhymes check ya intellects and analyze ya lines//
Catalyze ya mind, strong enough to break down the walls u reside behind//
Writing rhymes, clever thought up, verbally slaughter rappers tapes//
Why even bother, when I come harder than Bambatta back in the day//
Rap with out me, is like the feelin of getting locked up without the key//
Or buying a new whip without the lease, But don't doubt me G//
I can still bring joy to those, like a Criminal life without police//
Like the feelin of a hood nigga finally getting out the streets//
I'm out to get even, take out your breathing, come around in seasons//
Rusty James is the feelin of a time period of peace without it ceasing'//