Freestyle Cypher Crooked I (Ft. Royce Da 5'9")

[Intro - Crooked I]
Yo, you niggas making them Vibe articles, ''Best Rappers Alive''
Y'all niggas don't know what the fuck y'all talking about
Ha ha ha ha, niggas can't rap no more, but my niggas can
Ladies and gentlemen
You remember when niggas had to know how to rhyme?
Way back, this the ''cypher 2''
It ain't for you radio niggas, ha ha

[Verse 1 - Demetrius Capone]
We the best spittin', best livin' or dead
I write fly shit like kites sent to the feds
To battle niggas inside prison - listen
I been spittin' them death sentences for a life sentencin', yep
Niggas die behind bars, I mean die behind shit that I said
I guess I'm like Mike Vick in the head
I kill niggas who think they bite vicious
But you a female, dog, that's why y'all like bitchin' instead
I think of hot shit like pyrokinesis
Speaking of kinesis, whith psychokinesis I'm squeezing a rifle
Leaving no prints, and I stole your pieces
To leave you without arms like the Venus de Milo
Jesus Christ, he can squeeze with his eyes closed
Or blindfolded, and knock a fly off a guy's nose
Spitting liquid nitro
Cardiac or Cartier, either way my ticker's ice cold