I'm Free-Style (one take)

who get this shit rocking- though im mentaly sick im swift come with them hits-so you should quit jocking-steady hip hopping go against the grain seeming backwards guess its safe to say that im kriss krossing- i aint gotta say shit and that bitch that you with hmmm..to me she just the fith option what i mean?-it aint no lip locking- water moc-a-sin the way i spit toxin- guess my heart grew dim- dark as the pit im caught in-slip-now i drift in the mist losted in- the sauce- dip- caution forget to use it often-thats why i play oppossum-plotting on the next lic the way i spit awsome but odd its a method- and im the only man who's in charge no affiliate at all- still i set trip- bolo young type big balls that I'm blessed with-plus i study hard incase yall wanna test this- another rappers name crossed off on my checklist- i dont want beef in regards i digest quick 16 bars kill em all nothing left get- ready for the bogard bet i leave a mess dead trash ass rappers found starved by the exit- heart up on my sleeve yet i use it as a vest with- finesse cause im fresh as a zest soap bar injected with stress blood sweat tears scars im lefted with cause me to wreck shit-pause-..and i feel i got a death wish- built ford tough-but i dont know how to Dodge-crash dummy seat belt ejected and rap is the wall...mic check... let me flow to y'all what he saying? yeah he snapping but that nigga playing- he just acting reinactments is what he betraying where the facts on drugs murder Cadillacs dope boys in the trap chains iced out grills on a different wave still i can leave you wiped out- H.D. how im vivid leave you livid when i rip- on a topic unreal-istic im an M.C dog chill i got this- only getting started grip the wheel take off quick- no hook needed but you feel what im dropping- on the phone mic dollar bills in my pocket- just popped jiggs in my groove put it on a beat watch this not a opp since- street or not- hot lit or smooth as me- so stop with- the gossip- im not rich- no killer but for chicken you get barbequed finger licking never slipping- i just stay tripping- look confused till you move wrong- now i stay missing no retreat just play it sweet make a new song ammunition rest in peace not that you gone- ill be wishing i was kicking daisies too long been tired of living- want a true bond with a lady but its pigeons i keep getting-move on my mission talk shit till you gotta pay me-in otherwords hope you pricks paid attention? recognition for the few true 80 babies left repping till we through- hip hop aint dead its in effect nothing new place ya bets even Russians and asians on auto tune im the next biggest threat what you hearing once my chips correct- i suggest you try ya best cause im overdue to collect- catch verbal abuse cut tissue like gellit- razor tounge ignant-mean i love to play dumb- then i flex want a message aint none except- disrespect im the right one-to get in next flipmode- its no- busta rhymes- come equipped with punch lines throwed below the hips plus you never heard me coming like i tiped toe i aint got shit else but this- nothing to lose so i mop the floor with any i choose force of many i am legion demons run through the course in my vains instead of cain torch this- game up leave it in flames like names engraved on a tomb you in the hall of shame where i hang use to pain- its my cocoon of course when- i rise catch ya kids eye teach em how to lie-cheat steal to get by fuck how you feel till im proof meaning killed by self righteous goons i play the fool emmit til for giving white chics chills in the womb-digging deep as my roots from a past i never lived neither knew listen close see the that path i choose lead the youth to another way other than slave but selfmade- we all make mistakes through and through bad habbits too is just a phase to make you go astray pay attention to every break reach for the stars levitate- just in case you do fall land safe on the moon lifes a bitch only when you break her heart into two- call it fate reason why i chase what im afraid of- a new step my game up- what i want is my name up- next to true great M.c.s leave a mark in this cruel emp-ty-world full of snakes cant refuse to eat the fruit lit fuse bout to detanate start a riot if you- sick of feeling chained- break loose im the pilot on a plane- ment to crash laughing as i switch to aiming at the masses in a building packed with people like you trapped in to the million dollar bracket label i was sent to- thats what i imagine-good dude pissed who drifted from the hatchet- the other sheep sleeping on their million dollar mattress thats it the joke i been woke still its no use to try to fight back without magic pro tools passion write out my confessions out last em- music is my essence rap the go to - sessions i forever burn step in every thing to learn... young spirit....till my transcending .anymore questions?......(laugh) im stupid....did that make any or plenty sense?