Best Freestyle Rap

[DBTrek]

"The drama bouncing multiple commas I deposited
All the more reason to look up 'cause I'm an optimist
Nah, I’m a protagonist, speak with such honestness
Bound to keep it funky with the blood stream of parliament
No argument, follow in the blueprint that my hood wrote
So every footnote put my foot in that quote
The way it appears the grading system ain’t fair
Same result as the turtle chasing the hare
Is what these races appear to differ
Paces to gear help at making that clear
You niggas ran off on the plug, not me, I stayed right there"


"Don't listen to these rappers, they tryin' to see some paper
Real? This niggas couldn't be faker
But when I tell you niggas is frauds I'm a hater!
Look, Future said: "God blessin' all the trap niggas."
I got a question for that: "Where you at, nigga?"
Trappers that I know gettin' arrested 'cause of rats, nigga
Sentenced to life and they ain't never comin' back, nigga
These rap niggas tellin' you lies
They ain't never seen a gram, but they sellin' you pies
They ain't real, you can tell by they eyes
They ain't tellin' their stories, they tellin' you mine"


Slim is in the house, simmer down there sister
Bound to get you dizzy cause he gets as busy as a
Bee, baby you can throw a frizbee in a blizzard
He'll catch it in his teeth, what is he? He's a wizard
Standing in the disco with a disco biscuit
And I'm pretty sure it isn't Bisquick, is it?
Now baby don't forget to bring your lipstick with ya
I want a kiss 'fore I blow this bitch to smithe-
-reens, get the guillotines, this is a situ-
-ation that's critical as Dre spins his, uh
Turntables and he cuts a record like a scissor
Cheka chicka, checka chicka, cheka-cheka chicka


"Like a fox, I'm cagey, ah-ah
The more successful, the more stressful
The more and more I transform to Gordon Gekko
In the race to a billion got my face to the ceiling
Got my knees on the floor please Lord forgive him
Has he lost his religion, is the greed gon' get him?
He's having heaven on earth, will his wings still fit him?"


Toast man, Postman, move like a snail with it
BLOCKA BLOCKA open your chest, you got melted
Top class, top class, real street movement
We leave the rappin to y'all, cause we really do this
D, you ain't never had a gun in your mouth
You ain't never had 30 niggas run in your house
Tie you up, put a sock in your mouth
Make your moms get on the floor, put the chrome pipe to her scalp

[Smitty-48]

I'm going with Reed Dollaz. ADX Supermax Trophy Winner.

[C-Mag]

Rap is not in my tribal language. I need an interpreter, therefore I really don't get anything out of it.