King of da mic

[N.A 187]

Im nicer beyond recognition my ignition pissin
lithium liquidz/ feel me, i rap in my sleep
rock a sheep on my back/ f*** a mink :oops:

[The Grand]

Im nicer beyond recognition my ignition pissin
lithium liquidz/ feel me, i rap in my sleep
rock a sheep on my back/ f*** a mink :oops:


while you rap in your sleep I flow colder than liquid nitrogen/
you "rock a sheep"? shit that's easier recognition/
your misatkes are many/ I point out that I'm nicer than you.
matta fact F* u! 

[oints]

i smell a verbal joustin contest, slap a nigga cross the face wit a glove like sum french shit hehehe...N.A, were u @?

[N.A 187]

i smash an Architect/ turn it into a grand shack
mistakes made test ur literature's game
muf*** me...damn funny ur chick feels da same
cold flows got no heat, my speech exposes ur nerves white meat
u weak but u need a month to respond
u were made when mankind grossed breeded with dogz

f*** u very much

[The Grand]

why niggas that I don't even know say the got a better plan?

I just joined this thang and found a rapper to battle
shit I think I smacked him so hard he had to run to mom and tattle
get ur rattle baby bout a monkey hoe down
slow down u coudn't battle me ur shit is not brown
it's whiter than crack boys! \
you fall first in this lyrical showdown!
yo halla at me son, I'll teach you how to rap like Snazz schooled Adamis!
You never been in a shack you! You rap for the cds I rap for the downtrodden like
like kaizer chiefs!
So get yourself a brain or ask a oint to drop some knowledge
B*tch

[The Grand]

and while you f***ing mink's we blow real bitches/
backs like a slave when I hit ya/

[N.A 187]

forget a shack, bundu boy im about cla**
u cant drop shit, get dat tampon out ur a**
ive been illin killin emcees wit lyricism
the best u cld do is llisten,
u come ematurely like orgasism from masterbation
im about tight shit and i aint bout cunstipation
i'll turn u to an asylum patiant
then write mad shit on ur sheet,
its a prevledge to battle me, im insulted to be dissin him
lines i flip make u catch fits, u softmo
i bet u'ld look better with a pair of tits
Architect please ...build on this
when u finally grow a beard
ur moma will still hold ur noodle when u piss

[THAT LADY!]

wow, NA . standing your man. Respect!

[The Grand]

whateva N.A cu next battle

or i'm a slit u in the jugular!

if u wanna battle again halla at me, or just for frees feel me?

f*** these actor cats here main.

[N.A 187]

literature master...at ease

[N.A 187]

klu klux killer, king of da mic
kanine krime biters killin raps hype
original oman owning all ur ol man knows
deadly deeds, dude diseased, deadly dog in thoughts
a 187, the 411, i commit homicide call 911
using no gunz, i make 666 demons holy over one rhyme
7:30 eighteen the legal age scheme grime
my 4:5 long, two chicks need 9 fingers to grind
24:7 i run 9:11s to rebels who doze on promises to rest in 7th heavens
ill brethren-a fiends verbalist, 1 two bust mics exposing their circuit fuse
50 emceez feel ate( coz wun crush crews
acting smart thats a dumbs move
10 out of ten wack rappers write while they fantisize over 1 dude

[The Grand]

the sound of the thud makes women and children gather
the matter  is a rapper tried to battle a pastor
of evil think tanks and secret societies
faster did I roll with freestyles from lyrical brain pieties

leavin AWOLers with death creeping up their vital frees
nigga left the shool of life to learn to hustle and meet
their own death like a fighter got beat
you boring like a blunt knife
out of the bout
this is real rap niggers should a never come here
coughin up phlem spit it in your mouth as I bury you
leave you bear when I hammer the last nail in your coffin

this is a kamakazi code of the blacker
americanized minds find madness in this Weet Nam
beat you so hard hard I think you might want to call your mom.

[J-oNE/Pat-B-Rick]

yo! 187 mad respect!

[Mad]

jay lee

stop talkin shit like u knw
even if u wud b king idnt bow
u killin me, yo borin me with yo maybe
f*** you, you aint bruce lee
do yo job, yu an employee
suck my dick till my eyes cant see
i change this rhyme
and i still got the time
i don knw how to rap but i dont steal a nigaz line
u lame as hell
 i shud crack yo a** like the liberty bell
 u wack. u like nicholas cage in mickey
and even if they put me in your mouth you couldnt bite me. yho im out. told u wut im bout.
next time im coming back rhymes sharp as the teth of s stout 

[Tuboy]

Yho NA is sick with it....i wanna hear your track now homie!!