-=-Freestyle Sessions-=-

Who knew this residue within my soul could be so cruel
As I reside in a suicide vibe its one hellava duel
To keep this fuel inside that's my anger to soften
The shit I battle is too often, my sweat is a drowning pool
 
They say love is blind and unkind but at the same time it's so divine
They say thug's don't give a **** about nothing but drugs and crime
In love with this thug lifestyle since the days of a child running wild
Reciting the verses as if it was bible as I travel through these trials
"Upon my secret arrival, two glock four fives, time for survival..."
That's a quote from one of my idols that gets me feeling suicidal
But suicide is something I could never try and not coz of my pride
It's coz of the pain my family would have to hide behind their eyes
So I have to struggle to survive so I'm able to set these things right
Things that we put off until the night then we awake, slate wiped
It's time we take life for what it is, more than just some crazy ride
If walking on the moon was a step for man kind this is a stride
As I provide, guide you to what they try to hide from your mind
Enter the super conscious and you will find me and all of my kind
Using our rhymes to reminisce, rewind and ultimately remind...
You and the rest of the crew that's there's still truth in these lines
 
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I don't mean to brag.
When I go in my bag.
But, you f@gs need to fall back'
I don't play gay-zer tag!
I be on that The Hunt shit.
You're weak with the gun shit.
Popping off confetti, when I'm a fcking gunship!
You're really not ready, Rainbow Brite.
You can pop off lights, But you're not tight!
Stay rapping lite shit, that's not bright.
I'll rock you in this rap shit, day or night.
Welcome to the trap shit.
I got you're chick nutting my d!ck,
Wiping evidence away with a napkin.
My story is good, yours ends tragic.
You should listen to my mixtapes track shit,
where I say or said, Fall Back b!tch!
When it comes to this Rap Shit.
I don't need practice.
I spit magic, magic tactics.
I chop tracks *****, like the mic is a hatchet.
I really don't wanna fCk your chick, she's ratchet.
But if I fCk your chick, and you really wanna be a nut.
***** fCk! Say hi to my ratchets like bang!
Damn. I just caught another body, dang!
I really didn't mean to shoot ya's..
I'm 4 years in probation,
with a year and change left, for a VUFA.
So don't come me duke, like I don't shoot shit.
I'm Killadelpia Pistolvania, straight fCking ruthless!
East coast bro, beast mode shit!
I'm that dope shit, you be stuck on me, dope sick!
Stuck in Middle America.. Hell shit, swimming towards styx.
Looking useless on a hurry. Trying to throw flurries,
but honestly you fit right in with Jersey.
Because my squad is broad street bullies, and ya'll is nerdy.
End Game, Ya'll camp, can't even hurt me!
Done.
 
ask yourself / what the f*** is your purpose
why am I / writing these rhymes in cursive
why do I / go subversive with these verses
hurt shit / leave b****z feeling worthless
persist if you insist / get dissed real quick
some of that underground north bay shit
your "click / all them fools can suck my d***"
this is basic / and this ain't shit to play with
now you better watch what you say b****
f*** sticking to the script / I'm flipping it
and while you f***ing busters live in it
I'm ending it / threats I'm sending them
end is imminent / f*** being discriminant
intent on being hellbent on being heavensent
f*** the maleficence known as magnificence
these sentences / repentances for our sins

that's when it all begins once it all ends
and we fall into the ways of the wild calling
f***ed up to the point we're crawling
in this game I'm all in lil' b****z we balling

look in the mirror to make it more clearer
they rap inferior while I do it superior
don't brag and boast / just do it the most
f***ing busters can't even come close
ghost on you and take over you're persona
you don't want it with the us in California
Makaveli warned you / we bomb you
bring that drama point blank period coma
you don't want it no more / what ponta
why I outta / f*** it na why even bother
I ain't your father but I'll leave your ass bothered
whipping you lil b*****es crying like snitches
my quest brings riches in search of the princess
the legend is being test
in the 707 I awoke from my rest
destined to be the best in the land of the less


that's when it all begins once it all ends
and we fall into the ways of the wild calling
f***ed up to the point we're crawling
in this game I'm all in lil' b****z we balling
 
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a simple freestyle / I fit the profile
I make you smile / your inner child
it's been awhile / but we're back
been through trials / but we've passed

made to last / daze of hash
oils in a glass / let the thc pass
into my blood / enter the thug
ending the love / f***ing shit up

to high to get up / straight up lit up
f*** it it's a stick up / get away in a pickup
without a hiccup / after the big bucks
I don't mean cash / mean blasting some ass

living so fast / like we're about to crash
will we last / or will this be our last
hit the gas and I dash / I gotta ask
woke up with whiplash / in days turned past

Listen lost souls, there ain't no turning back
I know it seems hard, to let go of the past
We must accept the fact, we are the last
and We won't last, if we keep living like that
Lost souls listen, we only get one decision
Stay trapped in the mental prison we live in
Or refuse to be another one of their victims
The mutha f***in choices that we're given
 
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I'm a monster and amazing
The way I be lacing this shit
You losing the weight
Too much cut, caking the shit
I hate to say this, but I gotta say it
That's the fastest way to get your face shot in
I grew up different, that's the problem
You come to the block copping, I get's to robbing
My whole squad does, we get to popping things
Pop you in your cabbage and walk off with your broccoli
You're best bet is not to rep your set, acting all brollick
Acting cocky, acting like automatics and revolvers don't solve shit
Welcome to your burial corner, another generic candles & teddy bear memorial
I hear your generic middle america war stories
I'm Philly so honestly their boring, Your raps got me snoring
You spit alright, but a lot of your "Live That Life" raps is just stories
You're boring! Just stop, god damn, slim jesus
The guns in my videos are not props, sweet jesus
You should of died as a fetus, drowning in yeast b!tch
I stay on my job when I say eat a d!ck
Stop popping off with the lip, before you get popped in this rap sh!t
I'm the real deal, you're just a uFcking gadget
Attracting fake rappers to meet a fully loaded ratchet
Your mom must be a ratchet, to birth a uFcking f@ggot
Skinny long neck kids get their necks detached
When they spit out their face, spitting fraudulent rap
I tried to be a calm killer, but I can't look pass that
If you wanna rap.. Keep guns out you mouth,
and rock a backpack
 
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in the place to be, everyday is a celebration
i'll slow you're state up g like a mini vacation
sowing you're state up with no player hation
f*** what they saying I ain't into all that playin'
got our own declaration ya know what I'm sayin'
lost souls anti mason killuminati one nation
practicing adapting to different mind vibrations
finding sensations in these mental deceptions
you don't know what you facing, keep racing
mind pacing as your rhymes try to keep pacing
I'm literally blazing, the only thing I find amazing
is you fading in out and like a f***ed up station
is the fact that you get off because I'm caucasian
of any relation to the formation of your information
well for you're information that's segregation
and you ain't stopping us from our destination
are you part of the equation or are you faking
trying to come at me you must be mistaken
say you wanna #battle and get your win taken
get your wind taken like I hit you as super saiyan
breaking all the regulation, disrupting foundations
beating you down until you've found salvation
deep down you're crying for saving... forsaken
you don't really want to awaken you're damnation
you don't really want to enter the cage with me
angel assassin for hire but my vocation is emcee
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these lost lessons leave you etchisketching your last sessions
no question when it comes to conception of verbal weapons
packing these lines for protection full of anti-misconceptions
let my confessions be your blessing in this land of misdirection
f***ing with natural selection got nature coming back collecting
neglecting seeds feeding them disease to appease their needs
picking up speed and there's no turning back the tides that be
forgotten prophecies turned mockeries in these times of greed
this is the time that we need to be closest, can't lose focus
the hocus pocus got us comatosis under an enslaved hypnosis
my prognosis is spit that dope shit and make the world notice
doing it for the b****es is bogus, f*** getting a girl to notice
causing soul rigor mortis so I'm playing this life like the tortoise
in the middle of the enemy's fortress in an undercover warship
f*** that horses*** they feed through tubes to your sore lips
my rhymes are like more clips, slip one in and let the b**** rip
leaving f***ing busters hit, not knowing when to quit and got lit
this is it, the moment you've been waiting for since you was a kid
significance is somebody finally telling you the right way to live
we got these backwards ass hustlers trying to to take what we give
with no where to run so we hid, with no one to love to we slid
it was just us young thugs and the drugs, was no justice for us
filling with hate and mistrust to the point where we're gonna bust
spilling out my guts with these lyrics that erupt from the space dust
which basically makes us all part of the same stuff in this frame up
peep the way I came up, building my game up till I got my name up
they can try the same but there will never be another the same bruh
 
the internet came and ****ed the game up
wait until they come and try to take it from us
how much longer can they entertain us
playing this game armed and dangerous
 
just listen, listen, listen
we do it a little different, shit's got you feeling indifferent
don't know where your mind went, know what I meant
we do it a little different, shit's got you feeling indifferent
don't know where your mind went, know what I meant
... your mind, mind, mind

sent that shit on a mission intent on spitting that fiction
my depiction is non-fiction words turning jurisdictions
a contradiction to that wack shit to which you listening
take a step back you're witnessing some true renditions

premonitions of better living hidden within my diction
I'm flipping through my lost soul script and it's sickening
lines gleaming and glistening with prestige and precision
but I know you won't listen so I'm making an OG decision

got your minds missing in this f***ed up designer prison
so I'm making a minor incision into the world you envision
don't want to be a victim don't enter my peripheral vision
get yourself a spiritual revision like light through a prism

call it prediction or call it superstition or even skepticism
I've got the prescription to bring end to the intermission
ending the restriction that we've been given as organisms
showing you the difference of non and forced submission

just listen, listen, listen
we do it a little different, shit's got you feeling indifferent
don't know where your mind went, know what I meant
we do it a little different, shit's got you feeling indifferent
don't know where your mind went, know what I meant
... your mind, mind, mind
 
I Still Pray

boredom is a side effect of mind control
with the mic I hold I light your souls
ignite the fire and let it grow like Nero
when he was burning down Rome

here me clearly we've found home
style of my own that we can call our own
thousands of TThousand clones
in the middle of the warzone in our domes

the fight for freedom isn't what you seeing
it's what you believe in... breathe in
exhale with rhyme and reason
fantasizing hearing demons screaming

I mean what the f*** is the meaning
these aren't the times we should be in
we've been led astray in a haze
that's why it's hard to have hope today

I still pray... don't know what to say or who I'm talking too
wishing my dreams come true while staying true to you
but honest dude, it's been hella days since I prayed
with one foot in the grave acting like I can't be saved... pray

these dudes flow nice but like a device
I could do that all day I'm nice
Instead I choose to craft mine so precise
like I'm holding the pen with a vice

my advice is stop all that hating
think twice about what that shit's creating
so infuriating to the souls of sapiens
infiltrating our sensations with intoxications

no known vaccinations for this sickness
eyewitnesses witness this endlessness
we're defenseless against this
senseless like we got no f***ing senses

as I form another sentence and more
thoughts of war and evening the score
you ask what's it all for
2pac asked is heaven just another door

I still pray... don't know what to say or who I'm talking too
wishing my dreams come true while staying true to you
but honest dude, it's been hella days since I prayed
with one foot in the grave acting like I can't be saved... pray

I'm hoping one day it'll all make sense
and in my defense I still have innocence
but in a sense I'm not so innocent
see I've sinned and I'm gonna do it again

a friend is a friend till the end they say
it never ends it just begins again they say
so that's just way this age lives today
caught up in the play of the masquerade

is it too ******* late for us to be saved
a lost soul that's strayed to afraid to pray
I mean what would I even say
hey it's me... I'm having one of those days

in a rush to escape... frozen in fate
in a mind state... that no one can relate
about to break... how much more can we take
please lord don't let us die before we awake

I still pray... don't know what to say or who I'm talking too
wishing my dreams come true while staying true to you
but honest dude, it's been hella days since I prayed
with one foot in the grave acting like I can't be saved... pray
 
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The Witch's Cauldron

I shoot at shit ruthless with it!
And watch puss!es run and shit.
Duck and hide, like tucking d!ck!
If you run from this life, then don't exist.
Because the world ain't nice and I'm apart of it.
Heartless as uFck, looking at you're chick!
While she's giving me head, getting my d!ck wet.
I suggest you not hop off your porch, get back on that step.
Stepping to me is like stepping to death.
Before you drown, take a deep breath.
Before you live, know how to be dead.
Before you die, know how to live.
Before you come at me, know what it is.
Everything is personal, uFck the biz!
This biz ain't the shit, it just goes to show,
Your chick sucking d!ck!, just for the show.
Just to show, she'll bounce on a blink, like A hoe.
Just because their not on the ave., Don't mean they ain't selling that @ss!
More money, more problems, they run for that cash.
Throw them a couple perks and.. They'll get the d!ck spurting!
They don't give a uFck about love, or who they hurting.
Throw them a couple bills and, get stuck with their children.
I tried to keep you away from this, welcome to the witch's cauldron.
 
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Suddenly a Pierce

spit shit frantic, it's hard to understand it
f*** a different planet, we still warring
the whole world snoring, this a warning
evolution, we don't know what we forming
swarming like insects obsessed with sex
no restitution for the wicked so what's next
perplexed by this situation that's got us vexed
upset when we don't pass the test
we need to take it back a step or two
or maybe a few, you know whatever will do
to get us back on the move, in our groove
don't be confused we got everything to lose
picture your worst dreams coming true
right there in front of you a living nightmare
my eyes stare past my fears they can't compare
to unshed tears over the years for lost soul peers

suddenly a pierce appears out of no where
I didn't know I was gonna go there
I wish I was there, but Yo I'm here
still looking in the mirror trying to see clear

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFx-5PGLgb4&nohtml5=False
 
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The Line aka The Razor's Edge

I keep my sights on the line called the razor's edge
know the ledge so I'm not the next one dead
f*** what they said I got the right not to be led
hard to keep myself fed with that shit in my head
I keep my sights on the line, called the razor's edge
know the ledge so I'm not the next one dead
f*** what they said I got the right not to be led
hard to keep myself fed with that shit in my head

I'm labeled a terrorist coz I f***ing care for us
they've been aware of us, trying to prepare for us
they scared of us but they turned the tables
twisted historys fables and left us spiritually disabled
from the navel to the cable we're force fed
misled by what these imposters said with false cred
none in my sted I might be the last one left
til my lost soul is laid to rest with my last breathe
I tell you that you know you ain't living right
when it's time for fight or flight we spark that light
hide in the clouds waiting for shit to die down
not realizing we're tied down deeper than the ground
hear the sound, another round released in the street
trying to compete facing an utter defeat
they got us all under a sleep, hypnotized
eyes on the false prize, ready to ride and collide

I keep my sights on the line called the razor's edge
know the ledge so I'm not the next one dead
f*** what they said I got the right not to be led
hard to keep myself fed with that shit in my head
I keep my sights on the line, called the razor's edge
know the ledge so I'm not the next one dead
f*** what they said I got the right not to be led
hard to keep myself fed with that shit in my head

I'm not doing this for the respect of your spot
this is an intricate plot that they'll plan to stop
I'm a fan of hip-hop, but I'm not feeling this trap
got our people exactly where they want us at
this is the squeal, bare witness to this killuminati craft
cut the illuminati act before I illuminate you with facts
eliminating a chosen few with my savage raps
elevating this feud that takes place on these tracks
spewing out lyrics average rappers can't chew
listen closely, no biting my style is rule number two
rule one is these fools dumb out over crumbs
follow the trail to where the lost souls slum
on the outskirts of hell where the demons prevail
the angels impaled, left us f***ed and derailed
in the eyes of the creator just another fail
or is that just another tale that's told too well

I keep my sights on the line called the razor's edge
know the ledge so I'm not the next one dead
f*** what they said I got the right not to be led
hard to keep myself fed with that shit in my head
I keep my sights on the line, called the razor's edge
know the ledge so I'm not the next one dead
f*** what they said I got the right not to be led
hard to keep myself fed with that shit in my head

to all my thugs living on the razors edge
I know it gets hard but we've got to hold our heads
we mustn't be misled by the false prophets
they out for the profit of emptying our pockets
I wish they would stop it but it's not enough
we forgot how to pray so we living so f***ed up
we say that there's no justice it's just us
they hope that I just miss when I bust this
no f***ing with the lyricists from this lost abyss
this place that we exist in a vast emptiness
we'll call it the universe and you and I converse
what's a verse really worth on a place called Earth
what's worse is you mutha f***as not knowing
ignorance is death it get you left in the open
never slowing as I'm showing I keep growing
check this flow that I'm flowing as I'm going

I keep my sights on the line called the razor's edge
know the ledge so I'm not the next one dead
f*** what they said I got the right not to be led
hard to keep myself fed with that shit in my head
I keep my sights on the line, called the razor's edge
know the ledge so I'm not the next one dead
f*** what they said I got the right not to be led
hard to keep myself fed with that shit in my head
 
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The seventh circle of hell.
Is where I sell, poison to the well.
Heaven runs the same river.
So that works out swell.
Angels & Demons both shiver.
When pointed by weapons on the sh!tter.
That's why Biggie kept a shotty in the shower.
There's man, then there's man power.
Slipknot / Stonesour.
Hip Hop clam chowder.
The white not the red.
Awake not the bed.
Alive not the dead.
See this thread?
It's about deep thoughts and twisted suggestion.
So stop Battling in the Freestyle Session.
Thanks! I'll buy that for a dollar and take it to the bank.
Then have this remixed featuring Lloyd Banks.
 
I can't freestyle at the Place
because my lines get erased
the restore session's not working
it's got my nerves irking
so now I'm just lurking
tired of the hurting
the future is so uncertain
so why with trouble am I flirting
close the curtains
 
In the mean time... here's my latest creations...

I remember being on the s*** these rappers think they on
it wasn't too long ago I had dreams of being the don
nowadays they got it backwards like reversing the song
my outlaw potnas might reach out and touch you with palms
if your spiritually strong you can hold on and hear the lyrics
these emcees know I'm the sincerest that's why they fear this
when I appear it's gone be on some a yo did you hear this
this lyricist can spit that s*** that wake your lost soul spirit
get it clear it's the one the only could never be a phoney
always there for homie and caring for the girls that's lonely
mutha f***as don't know me but they got something fo' me
show me or else blow me like some fresh rolled weed
or sip this like some Hennessy and you will see clearly
I love this shit dearly it's time to bust out the artillery
if these mutha f***as still ain't hearing me let's see
what happens when I hit them where they hurt and bleed

maybe under the earth in the dirt we'll finally see peace
until then we're just lost souls stuck in these streets
maybe one day, one day, one day
maybe one day, one day, one day
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okay today, I'm getting lit letting my mind stray
like a nine spray, I'm hitting b**** stepping in my way
writing word play, stitching snitch-es forgetting crime pays
so your mind sways, switching positions in a time phase
vicious blind days, giving you sentences in this rhyme maze
and I'm amaze-d, living through differences like fine taste
defining taste, depends on who sense it is and time and place
try and keep pace, sending you sensitive lines lace-d
the case erased, defending this initiative that I've made
king and the ace, twenty-one that's chicken on my plate
no need to hate, simply done I'm spitting at high rate
let's get irate, picking the son of b****es that lie and fake
we wide awake,
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everyday my box knocks that pac and the s*** don't stop until a thug heart pops

I'm a psychotic cyclone, get your mind blown as you're thrown into the whirlwind
make it like your worlds end, like teenage love getting dumped by your girlfriends

it's closed curtains again as y'all get ready for the show, it's the life of a lost soul
y'all can try but y'all don't know until you open your minds and let it be exposed

watch as the story unfold, down this road we go but no one knows where it goes​
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