Freestyle Verse 1:

Rhythems and Lyrcisim/Is fittin' into positions/
Of my ambition, leavin' wack emcces in bad conditions/
Persistin' on what I've been liftin/
Rippin' with my composition, havin' most heads wonderin' the definition/ 
Due to superstition, you're beliefs have me as some future mechanism/
Livin inside of a prism, to protect me from my oppositions/ 
Lyrical Mathematician/
With expertisms in verbal extravagance, the rhetorician/
On a hiphop expedition/
To get rid of the competition/ 
With lyrics I'm spittin' to send you daily to a physician/
I'm an apparition, with a master in demolition/
No need for samples or renditions/My originality puts others into submission/
Tactitian with unlimited lyrical ammunition/
Verbal Technician ready to make an unsigned to signed Transition/
With lyrics an wisdom, I'm the man in your eye like an optician/ 
I'll have you disapear as if I was a magician/
Or have you hauled off with the Mortition/ 
I won't even be heard without Parental Permission/
Killin' any politican tryin' to ban a hardcore musician/
Battle Expedition, another victory addition/
Lyrical Editions found on my verses within/
Got slain on your own cognition/
My shits been so sick and in prohibition/
It was outlawed before its existance/
But my propostions/
Released it out to the streets within a new vision/
Of only flows, while those I battle use repetitions/
End of the verse is the intermission/
Every other line after you'll feel my presence in 'em/

Diss Song (Work In Progress):
I adjust to discuss emcees when I'm underage like A+/
But I'm not out for a grade, out to crush weak emcees to dust/
Catch a school bus before comin' around like you were hard enough/
Sold out your style to enjoy yourself like a Maseless Puff/
I claim to own the crown/
When I'm copying someone else sound/ 
Like the New Improved Voice of Foxy Brown, I get my ass beat and mouth split/
Made a big deal about it and screamed and shouted/
Cried and pouted/
Then when its time for action, I pussy out like Steve Stoute did/
I'll make a career out of one song/
Bring other groups along/
That don't belong in an  industry thats too strong/
Like the record label Three Six Mafia's on/
I think I'll make my own clothing line with someone elses name but not there credit/
Take the alias right off the record/
like Johnny Blaze did to Method/
I claim to have on point aim/
The most playreistic game/
But I'm ashamed of the top of my head like Cool James/
I beat your ass drastically if you start comin' after me/
I'll put you in a retardid state so you always moan like Master P/
Like Puffy I'm featured in a video I aprove/
See it on MTV then have it removed/
Get pissed off and bring my crews/
To beat someone who had nothin' to do with it so I make the news/
Now I've just made easy Advertisements/
I created my group like Mase, then turn my back on them into early retirement/
...I like fuckin people over so fast its somethin they never could sight/
Make millions off good songs you write/
I'll put my name bigger than yours on the CD and take the profits like Suge Knight/
I dress and rap wacker than I.C.P./
I think people wanna be like me, Like Y.G.D./
But in actual-ity, I'm a Shit-tee/ 
Snoop D.O.Double G/
I'm the laughing stock of the microphone/
Cuz I spit worse verses than anything by Miilkbone/
I wanna be like you, so I think I'll mock you more/
Kinda like Tha Realest does to Tupac Shakur/
I become the biggest company, off of one hit like Cash Money/
Now everyone rides my wack labels dick,I think that's funny (HA)/
I'm like Jayo Felony using only one line/
All the time, and considering it the best rhyme/
I'll take a Fantastic Voyage/
My career, I destroyed it/ 
Because like Coolio I got too annoyin/
I'm employing anyone to rap for me like No Limit/ 
I'm full of gimicks/
While stretching out my 15 minutes/
I make a solo album but everyone on my label is in it/
Like Erykah Badu I'm balding and cover my head with a sheet/
I've rigged myself on MTV charts by hostin like Tyrese/
Talk with a whiny voice, and the girls still Sweat Keith/
Now I'll lay around on my lazy ass and chill/
Act like Destiny's Child and complain if you don't pay my bills/
I'm psycho, I'll burn your house down,
Catch a disease and touch myself, so who hollers out scrub now?/
I'm believing that my shit is wack/
I'm gettin' hooked on crack/
And startin' to look like Craig Mack/
I roll up on Silkk The Shocker, and go blocka-blocka/
And hide him inside the Pee-Wee Allstars lockers/
Like Mystikal I'll spit while sittin' on the rim/
Diss sluts showin' skin like Lil' Kim/
Watch, anyone who runs up in my spot/ 
Spittin' trash at takin' shots/
Will lose their voicebox like the Doc/
I'm robbin' each emcee of their respect and funds/
Everybody run, cuz I'll do it again, givin' ya'll Deja Vu like Tariq and Peter Gunz/
Now I'm callin' you all out, everbody can see right here/
New Artist Of The Year/
Make a diss track to boost mine, and revive your career/