Stay Schemin' (Freestyle)

I opened my eyes in attempt to see the bigger picture

in attempt to see these rappers but all i see is the mixture

n****s biting Biggie, n****s biting Pac

lemme guess, u gonna tell me that your ghost-writer is Pac?

u gonna tell me that u creative and that u ready to battle

I'm feeling like I shouldn't even mention beef around all this cattle

all these sheep that follow my lead and say they deep

that's until they gotta creep

into these fields where wolves rattle at the fences, that shield your mind and 5 senses

from the pain that's unleashed on ur brain when rain dispenses

blood rain, I'm sorry baby did I just turn u off?

here listen to this I'll finish sleeping on these rappers when they finish being soft

so as i untie ur title and wrap the rope around every line that isnt dope

ur rhymebook will appear as a fan of bondage while mine has more influence than the pope

--that I'm no longer allowed to smoke, ether erection my ether grow

and if it aint long enough u can call me the bubblegum kid and u can blow

and if u cant even blow then f*****g with me is a no

and all those that dont know what I'm talking about you kinda slow

then again it took time for me to rhyme on this level y'know

but now I can take your intro out and just tell u that u can go

so when I show u so many bars ur consciousness becomes claustrophobic

cage u and subject you to your own halotosis, alone so u ostra--so sick

is how I flow sorry if I change the subject

but nothin really makes sense I'm mean but I'm nice, cold, hot, yet if I object

--any rapper trying to make it they'll tell me that I'm no good

and if I'm no good, I'm some bad, or so hood

and if i'm so hood how come I wasn't in the song?

cause he could've put 100 n****s in it but if it aint Biggie, he dead wrong

just as long as I can write I will appear as an illusion

n****s cant really see me until I assualt with an allusion

assassinate when I alliterate, slaughter with a simile

spit sickles at my enemies, numb these dumb f***s until no one is feeling me

killin the oppurtunities, obliterate with an onomatopeia

disintegrate u with my dialect until nobody can see ya

I'm a beast, no that's an understatement I am so much more

name your entire edible top 5--a list of rappers I abhor

it's not that I dislike em I just despise what they stand for

stereotypes of sick they aint hot what they got fans for?

place full of man-w****s, anybody can penetrate em

but I could spit a sick bar so quick, easily I could berate them

and their entire group of association in under two bars

you are not the epitomy of ill, no you are

the reason I dislike the rap game and why I just oversee it

instead of all that talk and bullshit about being real why don't you just stop talking and be it

I have a habit of writing in pencil and my lyrics tend to fade

so what?! I'm so creative as long as I have a list of titles they can be remade

10 times better which is 100 times better than most of y'all music

when I spit u get confused cause I'm dyin from my sickness yet u n****s claim that you sick

if you sick, I dont understand how I still draw breath and keep breathing

cause I am somethin so much sicker, I spit, but u teething

biting every bar that's writ, you've lit an untameable fire

that spreads death and desire until u inquire

why in the world I write what foreshadows demons rising up and screamin'

the eradication on Eden, the garden, pardon my evil, mischievous and devious words i stay schemin'

Author's Note

This is old but it's one of my favorites