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

Cuz I rap so good I can make yo bitch wild

cuz the chicks dig it and they gotta love the style of the illest rapper from here to the nile.

yeah dog fosheezi

I hope u know yo honey likes to please me I rap till im wheezy

even when im sneezing u just gotta

get me the keyzeez to drive me here and all the clothes to cover up thee rear

u just gotta get me the food when I want it and when I got the urge u gotta get me the Chronic

better be on it

as fast as Sonic..

faster.. for the master

of the sport

even all over the court

and no I dont mean with the law

I mean bas-ket-ball dogg dont fuck wit me or ill hav to put u in ur cas-ket

n all thats not all though

ill come to ur funeral and shoot over and over like Ronaldo

theyd all go hiding like Waldo (Damn Wheres Waldo)

Yo ill never stop spittin the rhymes that Ive written over the years publicity like monica and Clinton

winnin Grammies come wit tears and they dont come easy and if they do damn that shits measly yeah



Freestyle 4: (FatMan)

I mean this guy can cause an earthquake

His favorite part of the day is his snack break

Damn just bake him a cupcake and make him a cookie

He sits around all day and daydreams about nookie

More cusion for the pushin right?

well ok, but only if you ever get to pushing, aight?

At the gym I can find your ass up on the Stairmaster

But youre on level two shit go a lil faster

Look man Im not going to lie

ill tell u how I feel

They should handcuff your big ass to the treadmill

Its dont take a genius to figure out you were fed well

If u go on a diet maybe u can shed a lil

I see u at the store u buy out the whole aisle

It take you 20 minutes just to run a whole mile



Freestyle 5: Shaq (diss)

#34 LA Lakers Man fuck shaq

Most Valuable Player? Man fuck that

Shaqs just a black man wit a 6 pack

He only good cuz he can grab a wall n tear a brick back

Is he number one? man hell no hova

He wouldnt be even if hell froze ova

Kobe rocks that joint up in tinsel town

When u need an answer he can make the shit go down

But shaqs got

No shot and they all think that hes so hot (hes so not)

Always the same thing hes like a robot

Just get it into Shaquille so he can dunk it for 2 points

By the time he gets out of the key youd have smoked up two joints

He weighs so much (oh! can some-bo-dy hear two oinks)

He ate so many crunches that now his belly boinks

Theres a reason the Magic traded away the Shaq pack

They were getting angry they wanted the sun back

And for when they went to games

They wanted the fun back

And they hope that Shaq never brings his nasty buns back

Because nobody likes him

Im sorry, your done Shaq

I hope u understand no pun to be intended

I hope ur mama sees the son that shes invented

Im sorry Mrs O neal

I understand how you must feel

This nightmare is so real

But chill, maybe hell get killed



Freestyle 6: (8 mile)

talk about 7 mile, change your style, I read your bio, u really from Ohio, im vile, this guys so fuckin fat you cant even see his eyes when he smiles



Freestyle 7: (8 Mile)

that shit was whack, you aint spittin, as a matter of fact, all of that shit was written



Freestyle 8: (8 Mile)

I can seat her and put her to the test,

battling this chick,

with no breasts,

and why you got me battling a chick,

especially one thats whack,

wit a dick,

I really dont understand,

why this chick is up here right now,

but wants to be a man