DX - Lyrical Tyrant (Freestyle)

[DXavier23]

I'll kill you if ya even touch me, cause I got reflex issues
Your family crying, someone pass the kleenex tissues.
I grew up in Brooklyn, where the streets are hostile
And niggas be plotting your death, like one of Jesus's apostles
We dont play games, unless its XBOX
We nice with it, so rap scholars calling us the next LOX
Hip Hop is my passion, and im hoping to cash in
So I dont have to be dead broke, and be living off rations
I want to be living good, like in a 5 acre mansion
You got a daughter? take her and demand ransom
Ladies callin him handsome and yawl know that I consist of something special
Think otherwise and I'll have you twisted like a pretzel
Rockin the gold medal, cause Im always a step ahead
You a snitch, I rep my block, and u rep the feds
Dont take kindly to ratting, like flags to John Madden
If we find out who you are, you better run away like Darren McFadden
Niggas be calliing me Dr. Homicide or the Hood Mortician
Pull the trigga in the driveby, so he not in good condition
My fatal flow, have niggas being sent to emergency rooms
We the head niggas in charge, so we make sure no insurgency looms
I'll murder you fools, my lyrics are a weapon thats lethal
Bars are bullets, send you up in the sky like an eagle
I'm a maybach passenger, your a bike rider bitch
And I'm able to read you niggas, like a psychiatrist
Goin against me, your riskin face
The head of my entourage, like Vincent Chase
Got talent, that I certaintly won't waste, tryn ascent to the peak
Cause I want to end up like Sean Carter, not Memphis Bleek
Bring the heat, like Wade, or more like Kobe Bryant
Car reeks of haze, but police can't hold me cause Im defiant
Street client, never compliant with authority
Cause I know lockin up minorities is there main priority
Racism is alive, a white man finding is a black man stealing, shit is distorted
Mexicans force to leave everything behind, cause there being deported
Conservatives think superiority belong soley to the whites, which are aryan
And any different person is evil and is considered barbarian
This is a disgrace, to live in this place
We say we're in first place, but we are becoming defaced
My cousin Jay in Iraq, might die over oil
And may never make it back to American soil
Cause Bush wants to stay, and the democrats don't take a stand against war
And make demands for an escape plan, thats why Im praying for Gore
I told you before, Im sorta like the United States
Cause people know Im the best, but im cited with a lot of hate
Imma musician, but play the streets like a politician, approval rating rockets towards space
Hustlers ambition, selling CDs out the pockets of my north face
And my flow so wicked, everytime I kick it, so I keep on selling on
Im raising more money, than a Jerry Lewis telethon
Yawl cant stop my drive, keep moving even if i have a flat tire
My screen features ESPN, yours features a flat wire
And yous a fat liar, talking all that shit with no proof
I smell fire nigga, you better check the roof
Smoke in the air, causing more global warming
I fear the the Hudson River overflows, and then comes storming
Me and my family, till we got no more air to inhale
Hoping that human existence, will still somehow prevail
Yet i tell a tale about violence and killing, so call me a contradiction
But this kind of content, is my lyrical addiction
Corporate companies tryna ruin rap, and place too many restrictions
Yet eviction and affliction, is non-fiction, and the street's depiction
So you want us to tell fake lies, to hide the truths of the black image
Instead, why don't you take our troops home from our Iraq scrimmage
We are not winning, the US and hip hop are in a state of horrible colassal
Money rules the artist, so he becomes a sketcher rather than Picasso
Jay said it best, when he spitted, that he dumbed down his lyrics to double his dollars
We need the regression of businessmen and the renaissance of scholars
As far as record sales, fans of rock and pop, go cop it
The problem is that Kweli sells less than Pop Lock and Drop It
But my lyrics are tight, if hip hops the tunnel, im the light
Respect my plight, and the content of which I write
Want a positive change for hip hop and myself, so call me a miracle aspirant
But there is no denying that on this mic, I'm a lyrical tyrant

[Cashingout]

One of my favorites from what I read before. With the "Forget about Dre" Beat, it was kick ass

[Tyme Lyne]

nice keystyle ...keep doing what you do .

[DXavier23]

i appreciate it - and R.I.P. to your uncle

[Tyme Lyne]

no prob my dude , and thanx .

[INT]

Like It Homie,better Than Alota Week S@#t In Here....propped

[DXavier23]

propd bak - appreciate you reading/commenting -

[INT]

No Doubt,

[agtef]

This was a nice freestyle. You speak the truth through out it. The only problem I had was that you name dropped a little too much, but even I can't make a freestyle as good and to the point as this one. Propz man.