February Freestyle

This started as a random line conjured while showerin', i liked it so much, it became my facebook status, then a full fledged "freestyle" well, i'd like it to be a cipher, so feel free to input

Verse 1: Hannibal aka Lyrical Laureate

Any challenge made or listed we honor
then I’m beatin’ chicks, how CHRIS did Rhianna
it’s abuse –man- you’ll miss a tooth
u cudnt touch me wit a swift masseuse //
claim u a SLUGGER, u aint mister RUTH
I be wit the BABEs, a lime, and a twist of goose//
oops, ( I mean) grey goose and a twist of lime
I spit the truth and it flips your mind//
lay down the Traps, and u Saps trip the mines
forget writin’, u should rip ur rhymes
-Tear ya scrolls, I don’t fear you foes
fit in ya shoes, who wud wanna wear ya soles?
You a SHOOK poet, SHAKESpeare, I Hear ya prose
I’mma bubble from the ground like Aerosoles//
-Ascendin’ fast, but nowhere near my goals
Intervene.. I wont just STEP ON, imma smear ya toes//

Sooo, yea.. most of you i tagged for a reason.. i either want u to read it, or contribute...

[edit] 1.13.09

Verse 2: Andrew 'Phever' Case

You smear toes, suckas bow to my adrenaline
and elbows, leave tough guys feminine
Who his him - Call me P-H Ali
Rumble through ya jungle no Rambo on me
I bob an weave, wit the greatest of ease
swift jabs in my vocab, no scrapes on he
On 3, -emcees take heed
Everything I talk about - I breathe - I bleed
Nigga please..
You ain't harder than me
I gotta diamond personality on a Teflon sleeve
Flow harder than levee water against the banks of Orleans
No malice or disrespect I'm just hopin yall see
I ain't budgin'
I'm ya virgin cousin on her period - nah you ain't fuckin
wit' a favorite-up on his latest
this rap shit is a game I should nickname it VEGAS...

Verse 3: Jonah aka K Dash

you must've heard that i'm nice burnin a mic
flip ya world upside down chris brown turn into ike//
no bitch in me, a virginal dike
the heavyweight rapper is back on a track its return of the mike// -
tyson, or better yet i'll settle for dyson (michael eric dyson)
a lyrical street fighter better than Ken or M bison//
better be nice when, steppin to write
cuz from my level i can't even SPEAK WORDS, i just set em in flight//
RELEASE VERBS, and predicates like a teacher
be sure he more elegant than a mink fur//
think for himself, individual style -- not swagga
cuz swagga's for kids and pop actors//
its been a while since, i been astounded
i sit around with a frown when i listen now, its//
ridiculous how this, position of crown shifts
these days they give a deal based on hits on ya soundclick//
myspace millionaires and i aint hatin but
i could take a dump and sell it nobody would say it sucks//
so when i say i'm just better
i dont even have to prove a word to make it so
i just turn on the radio

Verse 4: Dion 'Arsenix' Castillo

it's funny how dudes think they hot and got the streets going crazy /
when their delivery's all wrong like a breech born baby /
maybe they ass backwards got it all reversed /
I'll wade through this talent pool, jump in feet first /
I could drop one line and outshine a weak verse /
and do it again and again like there's a need to rehearse /
it's practice, and so funny how easy the math is /
add up all the emcees,divide em by me, and you'll see they're (their) average /
I'ma savage, a beast, a track master cannibal /
escaping societies traps, I'm no black captured animal /
my president is black, but I'm still a target /
if I'm thrown in jail, will he grant me a pardon /
I know that man can't solve all our damn problems /
but I know he'll solve what he can while he's in office /
Sorry I had to black out, gimme a minute, I'll come around /
how smart am I, if they still say I'm too smart when I'm dumbing down?