I'm beheadin you , easy to see I'm ahead of the class/You only spit hot with your head up your (eww)/You're dreadin the blast but I'm a legend with math/Countless men I've left stranded and dead in my path-..... wow been awhile lol

You aint a hustler, so why you say you're send 'em rocks?/When I pass your block crash like dropped glass in a window shop (d*mn!)/I'm a little shocked that you've forgetten the name/Leo the Great! I'm the best replottin the frame/But for the cotton..

..and fame, I'll get a shot in his brains/Once a bottom-feeder, now I'm at the top of the chain!! .....warmups

Y/'all pose no threat, its like y/'all lacking photogenics/You hmos/' sentence? Subjected to the spits of the bold apprentice/B-I murking the lame, working for fame/You could be skating across lines and wouldn/'t be swerving no lanes!

I got army gunz, you nukkaz forgot the troops/When I drop, salute (why?) Cuz I got the hottest group/And my T (Harlem!), them lil cant get wit me/Cuz with a mail-truck and postage stamps they wouldnt have delivery!

Aint too many rap harder than me/ I'm a god in the streets, indepted with a fetish for slaughtering beats/ You should practice guardin your noggin atleast/ Because I'll toggle the piece and leave you in a coffin deceased//

Alot of lil like to lie on wap/ You'l get dissected like frogs in a Bio lab!// ez! You can come with your troops and con through frames/ And get hung from a noose like Sadam Hussien!// I call him Subzero cuz he aint grabbin a heater/ Followin Bomb'll make him swa11ow his tongue like he's havin a seizure!// lol

Ayo, the darker the street, the harder the artist in me/ marches to seek, the army with the mark of the beast/ they never do bite, and plus they got the bark of a tree/ for those sparkin a beef, death is just a nominal fee/ u'l hop like a flee, as i'm throwin darts at ya feet/ coz i stay on top of a beat like Noah's Ark on the sea/ i target a G, give a pagan Godly beliefs/ and one punch knocks ya out clean like Mohammed Ali...

Lemme drop a verse to reck, i speak first direct/ Reap the proof and be alert of how work the set/ I still search the 'Net, for a vet so I can murk his rep/ I'm beserk, obsessed with words and text, I'm diverse as X// They have a thirst for death thats why the fifth spittin the slugs/ I rip thru these thugs and spit dope like I'm addicted to drugs/ My division is rough, who goin down in history with Great?/ Only time the had a REP (representative) was on his misdeameanor case!//

Ayt check it,mic check1,ill,1,sick lol/yo check it,my style is so sick dat wen i c*m thru nikkas get a heart attack/dis cats wudnt flow even if they wer river nyls(eww)/my rhymes wil bite ya so bad until ya get malaria(ill)/ill fracture ya skul dan damage ya brain/ul go insain n i wil make ya feel da pain/m bigger than ur mixtapes/its not my folt if nikas slp wif teddy bears. . .pass da mic

Dats not ill enaf d*mn

Whoa Leo! You spat heat tu dawg! But then again, You know how we roll dawg! hahaha

Hellz yeah!

Ya got dat ryt

Blackicious got funk for the future filling up fiends finally fabulous,furious,fatness,follow me fall frequently,facu verbal felon fired up federally foundtion fadin al of dis wack

Bus' it, I Battle til i got a pain in my chest/ insane wit da text, get sumthin for ya frame dat protects/ my name is THE X, i reign with the best/ my skill is a result of a freak chain of events/ keep aimin' ya pens, ya fame will dispense/ to a point where you even seem lame to ya frenz/...hmmm...just playin wit multies.

I make nikaz feel lyk dey got water allergies in their eyes/penatratin ya brains n sndin impstrs 2hospitals/i ma operation rhyme killa/wen i grab da mic its lyk m holdin a rambo's knife/cut ya heart twist ya throat than slit ya pen*s n s*ck u wif it/i'll pill ya skin lyka m pilin a banana/slap ur mouth than mke ya swllw ya tounge/cut ya head dan liv lil pieces so ya head wnt fall of(d*mn)/

Yeahhhh

Ayo Jbeezy I'm in da mah' fu'in buildin kinfolk! Talk to em! Lol. X-kid wat it look like famz? Mango aka the 83rd airborne division! I'm fly! lol! Lets talk to em slo...

I agree My view's drastic, but it seems most of these dudes plastic/ fool's tactics couldn't spark ish like used matchsticks// you dude's actors, you say yo sick wit de lines/ but yal ain't really sayin nothin wen you spittin the rhymes// you's soft, betta off reppin wit T-Pain/ oh you *bust?*, good, coz I'm checkin to see stains// you ain't lettin the heat bang, rifle will str8 BLAM!!/ surrounded by so many cartoons i feel like michael in Spade Jam// I'm nice wit these 8's man, yeah hate me now!/