Message (Freestyle)

Beatminerz nigga
Got a message to you niggas man
Most of y'all niggas is trash, y'all need to quit man
Word up

Uhh
Yo
Look, with all due respect, fuck y'all rappers
A lot of y'all are actors in the game, it's ass-backwards
Mac-packers?
The only time you clap is when a jersey's hanged up in the rafters
Or a game with the Raptors
Not entertained for that matter for sure
You straddle the fence?
I dazzle your whore
You about to pass to the floor
They asking for more of real facts and actual cause
Niggas real whack, I smack them
Need a pad or a gauze?
I'm actually appalled at weak people
You need to see before you speak the evil
I seek peace and outreach to these cathedrals
Just me beating you, no team, they all remedial
No schemes, my flows are very readable and reachable
Needles up in a haystack
You feeble-minded ofays remain whack
I blaze the 8 track
Even when I'm off guard, your aim lacks
Drop off lyrical bombs, detonating plain rap
I remain packed with fat rhymes
I spazz as pastimes to past time
With the rad vernacular in mind
Name a lyricist that you'll actually find
Who's killing shit in practical lines
In just half of the time
You're factually blind to my anatomy, shines superior
Your strategies behind and on the inferior
I rhyme on outer edges to all your interiors
Exteriors moving in X-Terra's huh?
You thought that them niggas was with you?
But tough luck when they buckin' the pistol
Now you stuck with a issue
When it's street beef, your tongue's in a whistle
They seek heat, from the gun that'll hit you
It's really pitiful
A criminal who's running fast
In my cerebral
This individual end up in critical with dummies blast
How can I get it through your mind that you're fucking sad?
Must be blind to unlucky fads
Time is really coming fast, to you half-asses or rapid
This rap shit, not for the classes who cap fact with the fiction
Rip cracks in my jurisdiction
And I spit vivid description
Preferred by my diction
I heard you and listened
You curse words with curse words
I curve birds in herds, niggas move like a pigeon
I'm killing you lyrical titans, you niggas bitching
Look, bitch made, I hit them with switch blades
Big grenades hit his face
And I don't give a fuck what niggas actually say
This freestyle off the top
Told rappers to get off my top
That's right for your chick
Told y'all, I keep the rifle in hip
If niggas really wanna fight, we can fight with a clip
I'm getting sick of all these rappers tryna imitate, emulate
Get rappers hit in they face with a switchblade
Look man, I'm just tired of playing gritty
I go off the head, 'cause niggas know this my city
I rep Boro
I'm going back to New York
I told rappers y'all don't care, I don't actually talk
I put four fives in you, six, seven, eighths
And I don't care what niggas say, I got a full plate
So that means I ate, ate your bitch, she taste delicious
Matter of fact, these niggas wanna act all serious
I give a fuck if niggas hearing this, real furious
I'm still going off, 'cause you know I'm serious
Freestyle off of the dome
Tell your chick she can go kiss me, as we go off to Rome

Nigga, what
Huh, it's Beatminerz
Motherfucker