A battle I did with S.W.A.T. of the HipHopHouse. I was running out of time, so didn't get to finish the last chorus or verse, but it's still tyte... Lyrics are posted, too
rap freestyle hip hop har
(CHORUS)
Lately, this game has been full of these fake G's
No wonder they hate me, S.W.A.T.
Cant see, that this game ain't the same if it ain't me
I'm boutz to break the, S.W.A.T.
Listen up, i know you wish you were me
I know your spittin in your mirror when you listen to me
If this were the streets, no doubt that you'd be dead in a hurry
These skills I got at 18 would even better your 30 (IM HOT!!!)
For me it's fame, for you, it's game over
I told ya that I'd ride and dispose of this lame soldier
Can you keep a secret? Guess what.. you're not me
Take the beef to the streets and I'll drop your Swat team
You thought you'd top me? Well Swat, your dead wrong
Dont want trouble? Well, I best suggest you head home
Your vest and chest blown, cuz you fucked with Myk
Looks like the local Swat team ran out of luck tonite...
(CHORUS) X2
I'm from the Southside where we ride deep and strong
You? Indiana, known for wearing G-strings and thongs
And if your crew thinks the beef is on, I'll set them clowns straight..
Their bodies in the bottoms of the rivers and the town lakes
I make the ground shake when I enter the room
Don't even spit, just quit, you know I'm better than you
I'm sick and fed up with you, and yo crew, how can they stand ya?
Then again, who in the fuck can rap in Indiana?
Now I'm back to slangin grammer, back to makin them hits
When swangin fist, I aim for domes, you better pray that I miss
I listened to your greatest hit about a robbery scene...
Swat wouldn't rob a bitch even if she would offer him green
So swat, you oughta get your mind right...
When your in your ride, stuck in traffic, thats the only time you see the limelight
See me, I rhyme tyte, so Swat, just stop now
Before I cock my shotgun and I drop this Swat clown...
(CHORUS)
