Mah Ill Flows( Warnin: Parental Advisory )
Quikk Commercial Flow
Yo I`m dat young thuggish nigga repping New Jerz 201/packing guns wit my niggaz stackin cheddar increasing funds/I be holdin it down for my niggaz and my bitches ya heard/it be dat freestylin fanatic wit ill metaphoical tactics/causing heads to spin like a merry go round/like yo girl Mary that loves to go down and gobble tha dyck/she don`t quit she swallow she don`t spit/dayum dis shorty all ova the dyck/I`m makin her sick wit all this here/making the cheerleaders unable to cheer/tempting even the faggots and queers/my flow is sick like Styles Paniro/I`m taking all yall dinero leaving you with zero/like Superman I`m every woman`s superhero/I be sure to leave her happy and proud/after that she begging on her knees like sum poor foster child/

September 16 Freestyle on Life
Yo I`m freestylin off the top of my dome/splittin heads open leaving minds shattered in a bloodzone/i packs chrome to shatter your bones/its wrong but its the way dis young nigga gotta be/its wrong all the negativity shyt dat I see/but I strive so I can do better/durin stormy and rainy weather/charcoal black dust/fiends dying from heroin overdoses drugs and such/muhfukkaz gettin arrested in daily drug busts/who can I trust the police is killing our people/its real evil how the system works towards black people/justice is so far away for our kind of people/nowadays madd niggas comin up wit Aids/diseases prevalent in the Black and Latino race/its such a disgrace/everyday niggaz getting contracted wit many STD`S/genital diseases is more prevalent den seasons/faggots contracting diseases and not comin up wit reasons/to tell the women dat they sleepin with the truth/its like treason all the shyt dat comes up today/dats why I try my best to keep it real and live life by each day/terrorists bombing our buildings killin innocent lives/I strive but its hard to survive these days/its so difficult sometimes I try to be strong and not cry but inside I`m barely alive/abortions death penalties/unjust sentencing/gang violence/killin ova colors just aint right/crackheads dying ova the pipe/as I end this flow off one thing I gotta say/is try to better yourself with each comin day

9/22/02
My metaphoric tactics is drastic/tie u up in elastics/or have u trapped up in plastics/when I flow its fantastic/when I hit center stage I let out all my anger and rage/thats the way I behave/smell the aroma of the after shave/hit the glade then head to the parade its like the world on freeze/when I let out a sneeze of all my rhymes and good deeds/all negativity begins to cease/

Quick 16 bars I made today in study hall(10/7/02)
who be dat young nigga keepin shorties hot/makin the pu$$ wet til shorty makes it clapp/duckin the shots on the blocks from the crooked cops/blowin up ya spot leaving peeps unconscious/like they`ve just been shot from a twin ruger or baretta/aint nuttin bettah like 50 said why u aftah mah cheddah/reppin 201 bergen county in Nu Jeru/comin thru wit mah crew blastin 10 rounds of ammo thru u/i`m an untamed guerilla not a gorilla in the zoo/bustin off 10 rounds havin em goin thru u/or I can take it to the streets and we can begin to fight/this shytz deadly goin down in history like the Holyfield-Tyson fight/it aint a game no more I`m perfectin my flow/have girls from here to Tokyo Japan wantin to be my ho/if u didnt now u know how gully I can get/leavin kats brainless, reluctant to say shyt/

Oct 15th Flow

ayo my rhymes are sharper than a blade of a knife//when I freestyle all my lines, similies, and metaphors are precise//aint nuttin cept tha muliplyin of kills like algebraic functions//leave u clueless unable to make bad or uncanny assumptions//yo I`m an untamed guerilla, wylin out, roamin tha streets//i`m out to erase your evil mind like I`m a Catholic priest//all you fake niggas will b shook or better yet deceased//I keep going like tha Energizer Bunny or like I tell a fat bitch wearin capri`s//tha baretta dat I used on them fake ones went BAMM BAMM//by the end of these bars yall gon be screamin SLAM like Onyx//or better yet like a Black chick wylin to Usher at summer jam//my freestyle juristiction will turn you into a Baptist Christian//cuz my flow will erase you like an infected computer partition//have you sayin I wish like R Kelly leave u faced wit a dilemma like Nelly//after that Tweet, Beyonce, Trina, Amerie, and Kelly calling me on my celli//last bar all I need is one night wit one dike 2 have her cravin have her feinin tha dyck like clothes from Donna Kelly//

14 Bars Of Death
Like Gza fame is mah measure//to witness and endeavor//fuckin slice yall bitch niggas for messin wit mah chedda//aint nuthin betta den gettin rite wit a chick on da first nite//aint nuthin betta den gettin ya dyck sucked off real rite//im dat nigga dat be packin tha four four in mah waist//i`m dat big nigga like biggie imma shoot up the place//not crazy but quick to blow ahole in ya ugly face//its a disgrace how muhfukkas think da kidd wont neva shine//in due time you`ll b blinded by the diamonds and ice so letz//rewind to the past when i wuznt makin no cash//den fastforwards to the future when i busted in ya homegirl ass//nuttin nice when i step to the mic//cuz j b dat only yung nigga 16 attractin da dikes//

8 Bar flow- 11/2/02
Yo I can eat tha pussycat lyke I`m Hannibal Lector/drink the juices like apple juice or pinapple nector/bust rounds at fake muhfukkas dat step into my sector/yo bytch wuz talkin to much shyt so I had no choice but to deck her/I`m not Luke but when comin to being nasty i hold a rec-ord/fake wiggers hate on the kidd i be sure to blast dey azz/bytch niggaz hate on the kidd cuz my flow is rapid and fast/Not an alcholic like Tash but I be sure to get tha cash/

11/6/02
Yo I`m dat nigga reppin tha burbs but keepin it gangsta//quick to take out my gat and murda yall bytches and wangstas//when I show up on ya block I`m sure to squeeze the glock//murderin bytch mc`s like a white boi on the block//reppin tha 201 area freakin shorties all night//cuz im dat yung lil nigga quick to lay the pipe//aint nuttin nice so fukkin wit me you gon pay the price//cuz if u dont homeboi u betta watch yo back or get sliced//

Gangsta Shyt
Yo watch ya mouth homeboy cuz a gangsta juz entered tha room//wit a gun dat blast shotz and a deadly sniper dat can zoom//hittin switchez flippin bytchez from tha east to the west//not a lyrical genius but one day I`ll be considered the best//yo son if u got beef then bring it to me ryte now chief//cuz u dont want me to catch ya a$$ in the streets unless u wanna be buried 60 feet undaneath//my gangsta iz serious driving bytchez n niggas delirious//i`ll leave u mo bloody den a girl on her monthly period//my freestyles is serious drastic, wild, and insane//leave u wit a mental high mo worse den dat `caine//when i hit tha blocc fo sho i keepz a gat and a vest//makin sho mah ass is safe cuz muhfukkas wanna hate//dey only playin dem selvez itz lyke a lyrical masterbate//holdin my own on the corner doggie don`t ask me for shyt//yo doggie hatin on me will get yo bytch ass dismissed//i got lyrical bliss so don`t try to get dis shyt twisted//hatin on me iz like gettin knocked up by steel on tha realz//i`m a rookie at thiz shyt yall niggaz is just amat-eurs//ya bytch wuz talkin to much shyt son so I ran up in her//i`m a verbal beast when I rhyme itz like I`m Godzilla//i`m a fukkin guerilla sellin mo ki`s den yah average deala//

Pure Madness(12/13/02)
In tha burbs but dis nigga still got dat street mentality/raisin the rates of killings and mortalities/cuz when I spit its pure tragedy its a K-o like Oscar De La Hoya/you aint even on ma level doggz go home and eat sum goyas/I`m the next best thing out the streets of Jeru`/spittin wit pure rhymin confidence like my nigga Guru/blastin 50 rounds of solid flows through you and ur crew/spittin lethal flows causin earthquakes no more bump n grind/i stay on tha grind cuzz so don`t try to take wutz mines/in due time you`ll see me dis Bad Boy like my nigga Shyne/the only difference you`ll witness is when i battle u on chrismas/like mah nigga Mr. Bigs said itz big business so can i get a witness?/flow so sharp you`ll be tha nigga on my battling hitlist/lyrically inclined to blow minds like I`m E-V-E/ain`t naan nigga on this planet capable of feelin ma heat/got mamis from Cali to Africa to India feelin the kidd/ain`t neva done a jail bid & not mistakin for a weak kidd/my flows when i spit can reach adults, children, and teens/ain`t nobody on ma level when I speak its trouble/i got them ill metaphors n shyt to help me reach the top/too many muhfukkas hatin so like Joe Buddens I had to drop../like Sean Paul get busy den jus gimme di lightttttt/den deport dem fake kats right outta mah sighttttttt/i got enough skillz to flow uncontinusly for 100 bars/freestylin til u see the stars/ridin wit a gangsta lean like Clipse and Pharrell in mah chromed out cars/nowhere near commercial I got thelines to rip u offa dis planet/don`t fucc wit me homeboy before I slam yo a$$ on tha granite/when I flow its pure chaotic understandable damage/I`m like a beast inside my mind I`m all pent up with rage/like a African lion straight out of the jungle/Itz a wrap homeboy afta I leave yo a$$ tied up in a bundle/

12/23/02
ayo mah thoughts intertwine like red wine/the feds find that when i spit its homocide/its like a verbal pesticide/cuz whenever i spit its tha best guide/to keep my mind from goin insane/sometimes i feel like runnin away to escape the pain/but then again i know there's a sunny day after every rain/so i just strive to maintain and try to keep my pride/my mindstate is one of many i got multiple personalities/if it was up to me i'll end all the death and fatalities/its a shame how there's so many people fukked up in the world/sometimes i feel like a hedgehog and wanna go somewhere up and curl/the world is coming to an end we living in the last days/so u should live your life the best u can and live each like its your last day/some may think dis is wack, but I spit on a variety of topics/i wish i could just go on a vacation away to the tropics/but another issue facing us today is poverty/why the rich is so greedy if it was up to me it'll be less poor/sometimes i feel death is knocking on my front door/so I try to keep myself up and try to do good/cuz nowadays so many of my brother's and sisters is doing bad in the hood/so if u don't do another thing in your life/just look at urself and for the upcoming year just try to do right

Deep Flow 12/27/02
As you sit back focus on the life of dis yung ghetto child/my mentality is goin wild/somebody hand me some black and milds/my life is goin down the wrong path/sometimes i feel it might end up in a bloodbath/i try so hard to be a good nigga/but sometimes its hard for dis lil nigga/its a fucked up world/sometimes inside my heart i cry just like a girl/my mind is going around in circles and swirls/i feel no love coming from my popz/sometimes i hate dat nigga cuz he aint got love for me/i love mah momz doe cuz she'll shed blood for me/why must I go through this shyt/what did i do to deserve it/sometimes i feel so fucced up like im in tha bottom of a pit/or a deep ditch 50 feet undaground/my world's like a merry go round/so many things going on/i know leading a life like dis im hellbound/but i know that i gotta fix dis shyt/how could i fix it when mah folks dont wanna love dis kidd/its so hard trying to maintain/its malignant like a tumor in tha brains/somebody pass me me a swisher to ease the pain/sometimes i sit back in vain/cuz all i have to help me live is mah looks/aint got many friends cuz mos niggas is crooks/dont trust too many cuz like a crackhead dey'll think im hooked/so all i do to survive is rhyme and try to perfect my skills/someday i will be up there i have a vision i will/but until then all i could do is pray/pray that God will end the sufferin and dismay that i face/

1/1/02
Damn homie its a new year already/well let me start dis off right/instead of bustin niggas wit a gat imma slice em up wit a knife/nah jus playin son i ain't bout dat shyt no more/its a warzone out there most of yall peeps ain't bout nuttin/so to educate yall niggas and teach yall a lil suttin/dis year imma switch up mah whole mentality/perfect mah flow a bit so niggas battles wit me will end up in fatality/yo im a verbal assassinator when i flow dawg/u dont want none of dis/im a crazy battle rapper dawg when i spit its nuttin but tha truth/bustin 20 rounds of lyrical ammunition through u/u don't want dis im tellin u/cuz tha flowz is so lethal/mah rhymes is like holy water or spiritual ether/doin this rap thing for fun son dont hate before u see mah guns/holy shyt popo's is creepin up on a nigga dunn/POW POW i hear tha shots time to duck and hide from them killaz/POW POW on tha block i see them theivez and dealaz/prostitutez n stealaz/ain't nuttin but negativity our there son/so grab ya vest and gun cuz when i enter ya vicinity/i'll become spiritual like tha holy trinity/its 2003 yo and im back wit even more energy/to do better in skoo/not take no shyt from these busta ass muhfukkas and foo'z/try to respect mah p's even tho' they make it hard for me/try to get a girl and keep her instead of leavin her behind like a fiend/dis year i could see being better than last/although last wuznt so bad so many things made it sad/killings rampant snipers and crazy people made it one of the worst/not a contradictor but fukkin wit me will have yo body in a hearse/like jay it could be a gift or a curse once 2oo3 hits/madd anticipation for hip-hop this year finally mah nigga 50 gets his chance to shine/speakin of shine i hope so way mah nigga Shyne will get out/its unlikely ain't much sunshine for kats in jail/lets hope dat Pac really is here/cuz if so dis once again will be his year/reignin bustin shots on them fake rapperz/verbal killinz on commercial rap, a lyrically inclined gun clapper/r.i.p. pun, pac, big, easy, freaky, aaliyah, jam master jay, merlin santana/also stay up to all mah brothas and sistaz from jersey all tha way down to savanna/from cali all tha way to new york/from christians to muslims dat don't eat pork/stay up keep ya head up high dis year and keep ur head in tha skies/

Verbal Monster

verbal inferno when i spit itz lethal lyke a injection of morpine or crack/spittin out dem intellect rhymez attractin shortiez from dey neck to dey back/im dat type of freaky nigga dat will liqq da cat but not da crack/i'll still hit dat witout a doubt tight, loose, as long as it aint hideous/ayo freestylin jus a hobby dawg it aint nuttin serious/i got that rapid ill flow driving bytchez delirious/son wutz really good i aint tha best nigga out dere but i still got dem flowz/got them hoez/if i get big i'll be attractin all da chikkz to mah shows/im out to put fake emceez to da test and blow em out to hell lyke tha rest/rap assassinator wit rhymez built lyke schwarzeneggor i took dat from mah nigga rae/makin up mah own wordz lyke dat nigga e-40 sponzerelly from tha bay/blowin mindz perfectin mah skillz lovin dem chikks cuz dey attached to deez/deez nutz nigga wut shorty wuz suckin on em lyke what/she told me i aint tha type of bitch to blow but ya dicc's big like whoa/cuz it aint nuttin but a g thing, c thing bab-ay/got dem flowz drivin yo shorty cra-zay/aint takin claimin no gangz but i respect da cripz/dem ni66az gangsta c walkin down tha block in tha low rider/tha nite rider iz who i b wit shorty by my side/stayin alive on tha blocc slangin da rockz duckin tha copz/ain't a life style to live but mah niggaz aint got a choice but to do dat or kill/but i'll rather b on tha blocc den in jail bein sumbody's bitch/cuz on tha blocc hustlin at least u could get big and get rich/im jus a regular nigga dat keep it thugged out fo sho/if a muthafucca step to me or mah crew dey'll get dey head blowed/it aint a game im out to bring niggaz down/steppin to diz kat will just leave u lookin like a clown/shyt im dat nukka so powerful i'll knock u down in tha first round/wat u want?/cuz it sho' aint me if u got shyt to say homie jus say it to me/instead of talkin behind my back/bein like dat will get you pimp smacked/get ur dome cracked/or get yo shyt knocked back/im gangsta homie please believe it/no offense but im like dem white pplz in dem trailer parkz fuckin wit dey family memberz/or being anorexic or bullimic/so bow down when i walk in tha room/click kaboom dere go tha soundz of mah infamous verbal broom/sweepin bytch emceez off dey feet havin em trippin like a high from some 'shroomz/how come nowadayz round my way so many whitez tryna b black/copyin our culture rockin our clothez den havin da nerve to be racist/i aint a racist but talkin shyt lyke dat cracka i'll b sure when u leave u leave faceless/how many timez i gotta tell yall to respect my gangsta/yall niggaz hatin on mah manz 50 but u aint hear nuttin besidez his song wangsta/den u grow out ur hair tryna have a fro but yo son it aint workin/cuz yo hair itz too str8 and yo gyrlz is still 2 perky/it aint botherin me doe i jus hadda drop dat ish off my chest/cuz if u gonna follow us itz coo jus dont get on mah wrong side and you'll b blessed/it aint no color thing i like mah girls all nationalitiez and racez/as long as she look good, got a body, and not afraid to give dome/aint nuttin wrong wit a lil bump n grind 2/but i aint dat nigga only out for dat im afta da chikkz mind 2/she gotta have her mind rite and not stuck up on no kiddy shyt/as long as she down for mah nigga den im down for her/i'll buy her not one but like mah durty Nelly I'll buy her two purrrrrrrr/so she could get da stompin in her air force onez/while im feelin up on her bunz/but by tha end of tha nite imma be sure dat i get some/

Take A Look At My Life

Take a look in my life and look at what i'm goin thru/its a whole lot of shit in dis world so i wonder wut im supposed to do/everything's fucked up in life sometimes i just wanna end it all/and sometimes i feel like alicia keys its like i'm fallin/its like im stuck in a pit 40 feet undaneath/aint got many friends in this world, i need me a girl/trust is something i can't see/so i escape from this world, in my rhymes/love is blind but how come so many times i feel lonely it aint right/i need a girl, but at tha time girls on sum fucked up shyt/sometimes i feel like running away or just like throwin a fit/but i gotta stay strong cuz someday it'll all be better/hopefully i'll make dat chedda doin somethin i like in dis world/my head's beginning to twirl thinking about the past/and all the mistakes i had and how i made my family sad/yeah God knows I was bad/but i no longer wanna make my family mad i wanna make em glad/it's reality it's not a fad/so to ease my anger and all my pent up rage/like a lion trapped in his cage i'll built up wit lots of rage/i'm getting older in age/so i gotta mature very rapidly/i'm not growin up happily/life ain't a game so it's sad to me/to see all this shyt happening its a cot damn shame/ain't trusting nobody but myself and God/who's there to blame?/is it myself or is it the Devil Satan/how could i release all this rage?/in a mature way instead of being blatant/it's a damn shame so i gotta pop a nigga in his lip/for talkin so much shyt/i feel like im gonna flip/i'm losin my mindstate/i'm like a gorilla out of Planet of the Apes/or like Tarzan of the jungle/i'll tie you up in a bundle/and ship u back to where u cime from/son if my rhymes don't do it then please believe dat the gun will/