Black Poetry : FREESTYLE

I GOT SOMETHING TO MAKE YA BODY DO TUCKS N FLIPS
TRANSFORM YA TRUCKS INTO CONVERTIBLE WHIPS
YALL CATS DONT WANNA FLEX
LEAVE EM WET UP LIKE RAW SEX
WORDS BURN UP YA MENTALS
STRAIT FROM MY DOME I DONT NEED INSTRUMENTALS
IM CREATIVE CUZ I LIKE 2 WRITE
YA LIKE PIT BULLS CUZ YALL LIKE 2 BITE
IF U WANTA PEICE OF ME
THEN BITE DESE CURBS N EAT DA STREETS
I LIKE FEMALES CUZ IM A FREAK
I STRAP UP N LET EM RIDE ME
WHEN BEEF COME I EAT IT UP N **** IT OUT
TALK **** N ILL SLAP U NOW
I TOTE BIG GUNS
IVE BEEN OVA SEAS
SO WHAT DA ***** IS U TELLIN ME

 

tite

i came out here mcs like lets beef,
actin like they wanna bang ma mans/
a few bars from me n mcs like lets greet,now they wanna shake ma hands/ lol
my words r like bullets i dont think u dudes wanna face ma guns/
got razor sharp rhyme that gon cut they legs incase they run/


just a lil sumthin.1 anyway ur flo was off they chain.

 

Hey, I see you reppin to the fullest. I dig that style...*phew*