Freestyle to m.o.p.'s cold as ice beat
Contenders are tender in this rap game
Lames living it up, hip-hop's became "Soul train"
Leaving brains stained with horrific visions, and memories of pain
Smoke niggas like Mary Jane, insane menace stomping emcee's out like Cain
I dis-able ya frame, u know i'm able to reign
And remain the murderous master that buried ya remains
Some of ya'll need to be re-named wtf is a Young Joc?
snatch ya ice, for trying to ante-up wit the cops
Pop raps more disgusting than pork chops
And your thoughts are basic, a waste of a brain face it
Worried about a shitty watch, and bracelit
Watch ya back make sure ya bodyguards on his day shift
My speech drifts through ya conciousness
I conquer shit, wit spectacular, venacular, spits
Bitches throw fits over kids grabbing they asses, i throw fists
Hit lips watch em' fatten, slaying emcee's in a orderly fashion
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Last edited by Mantra; 08-09-2007 at 04:30 PM.