Freestyle 1:

Somebody hold me back

Im unstoppable

I got more guns than a mothafuckin arsenal



Somebody hold my crack

While I fix my plaque

For not bein black

N makin rap

Well anyways

I really gotta take a crap

N maybe get a snack

But u know ill be back

To write another track

Another verbal attack



Freestyle 2:

Yo I get up in the morning and im tired as hell

stretch out on my bed its already 12

get a bite to eat nothing too sweet or I be bouncing up and down all over the street

I put on my stuff and my bling bling and I rap man I dont sing doin my own thing

like nobody else in the rap game I built myself a rap name and I share in the rap fame

with all the others who claimed rap as a second language like a home to go to when theyre feelin alone or bored too

and sometimes feelin caught in a cartoon its like a fantasy world with cars, cash, n money,

but it aint even funny

how real it is and u hav no idea how I feel in it

I feel so real in it

my pains from my childhood this is really healin it

I used to be concealin it

everything is so clear now

theres nothing I gotta fear now

I made my self a career now

it aint the same no more

everyday I walk in the door

and feel like a different man than I was b4

things hav changed but im still the same,

inside me ill never rearrange my brains i still fuck like a mofo,

ballin like a real pro,

mad hops like uve never seen befo gimme the ball and watch the show

got range like a black man speed like a track man agility too, ull never see me slack man,

I make every ball in the rack man, if u thinking of shootin, ill eat u up like pacman



Freestyle 3:

Everyonce in a while I make yo bitch smile -acapo