Open Mic: Just Flowin 2

seven nine eighty five, the birth of a legend
Lyrics'll be quickly past you like words in the present
every verse that I pen in will make rappers bleed
ull practically have to flee if u atackin me lackin heat
shit I pack in these rapid frees smacks ya soul
I get rich when I send spits into Cash 4 gold
rapture sculls with the poisenous writtens
Once a battle starts, u got no choice in the endin
voicin opinions aint smart to do in my artist booth
What u spit is not fresh like production on Tha Carter II
i slaughter fools wit unproper views of the flows I Write
I'm off the chain like broken bikes, Pro's on site know I'm right
scoldin mics like I take this personal, let the verses flow
I do it straight off the top, what u steady rehearsin for?
I'm comin back runnin rap, tryin to get money stacked
you think u as nice as me? Haha... you a funny cat
There aint a squad or clique that i'm bothered wit
Cuz I raised the rap game up.. Like I fathered it
U gotta quit or I atleast better get my props
Cuz I've been sick like I skipped my Tetanus shot
Vets'll rock you rookies and unranked writers
U make noise wit no effect like blanks fired
Why's ur spits lackin? kids actin like u rip rappers
swift actions hit faggots, yall aint a challenge, Its practice
slick tactics that'll only leave your family in a line of cars
I'll hit u wit Earth, Wind or fire on a major hit, like Shining star
minor scars show I'm never fatally wounded
U nerd ass faggots should be skatin wit Lupe
My optics clear, I'll see you pussies drop in fear
thinkin yall makin noise but couldnt even pop ya ears
I will take all you bitches on, but I aint a slick Tiger
Shove red peppers down your throats til yall spit fire
your shits tired, when united there aint no stoppin us
Most rap cats get greased up quick like boxing gloves
Ill stop your cause, I spit the words that the world fears
Yall thinkin u on top but I been the best for four years
I Am hip hop, what yall cats spittin is a shame to me
I'm responsible for more losses in LA than gang shootings

First time I read ya work man

yeah solid enough piece, rhymes and scheme was hotter at the start then seemed to dwindle off, some plays where pretty run down.. i.e. funny cat, fathered it, peppers etc.... on the up, cash for gold, blanks and tiger plays all funny and creative..

Read the first half when you showed me. The rest did not disappoint. Some multis were a little forced, like it would've flowed nice but you had to add one more rhyme (I've been guilty of it too). This stayed great all the way through, except for the last line, which was off.