2016 Freestyle

[Verse]
It's the apostle
With the gospel
To teach the docile
Styles colossal
When I spit this hostile
Disrupt your mojo
I'm bizarre like JoJo
Practice my rhyme style like the studio's my dojo
Star pupil
My style quadruples
So to face me, your efforts are all futile
Long awaited
But underrated
Rhyming with words conjugated
Emcees get desecrated
Before they're evaporated
Quicker than acetone
Smash a clone
The words blow you away like saxophones
Speak a little clearly so you don't have to zone
Next time you try to step up to the master, don't
Waste your time
Erase your rhyme
Before I proceed to waste you, I'm
The one worthy enough to grace a nine
Bar, take one out
Write eight more till the pen run out
And keep writing more till the sun out
Or sun up
A rapper on the come up
With flows never done up
That I construct with the motive to one-up
Emcees that dare to run up
On me
Your flows are scrawny
Imagine me versus a Johnny
Come-Lately
He should've quit for his own safety
Must've forgot I eat MCs daily
Dinner, lunch, breakfast
Dare to test this, reckless
Rhymes hotter than Texas
I'll leave you as a wreckage
There's no survival, spit verbs like a rifle
Rhymes are the scriptures, and the pad is my bible
Leave emcees suicidal, sorry I've been idle
Spent some time trying to realize that this music game is vital
To me, I'm here now, we're near the new year now
I'm the young NC spitter you should fear now
New words, new flows with new beats I tear down
So it's best the competition better disappear now