A Few Freestylez

[Code Blue]

These are a few freestylez that I'ma put on my debut mixtape. Holla bacc with wha'chu think. ~`1`~

[Sicc Wit It: Bone Crusher - Never Scared (Westside Freestyle)]
(chorus)
So I’m outside of the club throwin’ up my set… //
So I go to my 4-door trucc and grab my tech… //
I told ‘em muthafuccas…I ain’t neva scared! (WestSide) //
Neva scared…I ain’t neva scared (WestSide) //
Neva scared…I ain’t neva scared (WestSide) //
Neva scared………………………………….. //
(verse)
I drop brimstones thru ya skull to cave in ya cranium //
Spit so hot that you’d think I was a Satanist //
Spit above lehmen’s to abuse and confuse dudes who use basics //
Give you a complete facelift and make ya brain spit…liquid //
Verbally vicious, kids cringe when I’m close //
Cocc bacc and explode til the left side of ya chest blows //
I flow cold, but enough heat to singe the hairs on top of ya dome //
And you can tell I ain’t “Neva Scared” by the way I’m crushin’ yo bones //

[Sicc Wit It: Rowdy Rahz - Nev Ah (Freestyle)
I spit some sicc dialect like I’m a diabetic //
An Anaheim descendent straight SD reppin’ //
I only got 2 friends…one named Smith and one named Wesson //
And when in need they help me teach these weak emcees lessons //
I’ma soon-to-be legend just gimme 60 more seconds //
I take the mic and wrecc it, cuz I’m armed with lyrical weapons //
Desgined by a sicc chemist, my voice has been embedded //
To ya ears and soul, give credit to Pops who tried his hardest when I was invented //
Send you to yo grave without sentiments…I’m devilish //
Ya think ya heaven-sent, quicc to make hell ya next residence //
Wrecc ya tape decc and leave ya speakers as the evidence //
Spit cataclysmic shit that fuccs up the earth’s most precious elements //

[Sicc Wit It: Jay-Z - Best of Both Worlds (SiCCness Freestyle)]
I’m a sicc lyricist that spits more addictive than cigarettes //
Inconsiderate, turn intelligent children illiterate //
Ain’t no kryptonite exists to rip this…quicc to slit ya wrists //
And unload six clips to put infinite hits to both of ya ribs //
Project led towards ya chest rippin’ ya heart in separate sections //
Enter thru the crevices and dissect yo endo-skeleton //
Then I’ll leave you for dead, ya body corroded and infected //
I get fams stressin’ from depression when my words leave dudes decrepid //
I’m so sicc on the mic, my flow’s rippin’ ya mind //
Makin’ you C visions beyond both space and time //
I scope with closed eyes, choke ya newborn with its ambilical cord //
My words slice like biblical swords when I spit these sicc metaphors //
To inflict deep physical sores, I’ma lyrical cynical criminal //
Hold ya whole family hostage cuzz I’ma sicc individual //
Murda em one by one like a sacrificial ritual //
I can spit digital or on a 8 tracc reppin’ //
You can tell by the anger in my voice that I’m rap’s worse nemesis //
Spittin’ with sicc intentions since the first chapter of Genesis //
Using my saliva like a hot chemical //
Step to the mic and bless it makin’ dudes convalescents //

[Disceptive AssAssin]

this kid droping bombs..... booooooooooooom

[bez]

If that was really a freestyle then I am impressed.