heres one ive been working on for a while. alex gave me a good idea to freestyle rap in my car while driving...its good cuz you can come up with some fun stuff and nobody has to hear you screw up. the trouble is remembering it when you get home. i dont know if anyone knows that song with punjabi mc and jay-z, but i think that beat is pretty sick, i kind of envision this song going along with that beat.

yo i'm, mad fly in my patchwork pants
chick walks in and i snatch her glance
imma, rap mogul, that the rap girls ogle
keep these rappers on a diet like they rap's jared fogle
yeah i'm M, C of the century, hip-heaven was sent with me
it worries me when sucka MC's go venturing
into the world, where cash is hurled
bet a dime its not their rhymin skills that get them girls
imma, shine for em, intertwine rhymes on em
bump my game to NFL, i put the combine on em
achieve new heights, i run a 4.3 forty
i wont leave here tonight without a 5'3" shorty, yo,
fools judge me, but they're usually erroneous
flow so smooth, i'm confused with thelonious
monk, as a i spelunk through the caverns of funk
i'm like drain-o, i'm known to eliminate gunk
you punks sit, while i slip some lip on your chick
leave fools lit, from the hot fire i spit
i'm a hit, the women stick to me like suction
i drop bombs, but only of mass destruction
my induction to the rap hall of fame will proceed
as i battle from the saddle of my verbal steed
i'm the master MC plantin verbal seeds
yo, son, test me and get yourself CB'ed
man, i just slaughtered your game, but no one's paying homage
and i knocked your lights out, fool, you're livin like the amish
feel bomb-ish and like T.O, i'm dancin on stars
my hooks fly, similar to abdul-jabbar's
i accept cards, but usually i don't charge
for the whipping i give you over a series of bars
i'm hip-hop SARS, cuz i slay when i spit
and leave rap wires so suckas will trip
hey son, those big rap clothes don't fit!
let's go to kay-bee, get you the baby MC kit
i'm a hit with the ladies, like king solomon
as soon as i'm done with one, another starts hollerin'
yo, this girls in my space and i'd like to chase for her
she's got smooth talk and a pretty face on her
her man eyes me up, i build a case on him
long arm of the law, i might have to tayshaun him,
imma, prince of the game and a hip hop slayer
launch your heart into attacks, im the anti-bayer
imma, say her name and she'll come right to me
fit the ladies in the bimmer cuz you know it's right roomy
i got my rhyme scheme that's known to befuddle
cuz you know my rhyme scheme is infallible
i wanna, double the chicks under my armpits
now quick, better get out my mack packet
stay alive like bee gee, all week T.G.
I. it's fri, and i'm F-L-Y
apologize for droppin rhymes that made your raps die
but, for you haters, i'm known to bring the pain supply
the flames go high and higher as i deliver my fire
son, i'm the rap squire, don't mess with the prestons
i export game like john wayne exports westerns
yo, you're a mess to go to bat with a lineup like that
why you mumble it out, cuz your flow is so wack
fool, plead no contest, you should just be quittin' it
my game's so smooth, i don't realize i'm spittin it
i don't drop single rhymes, they only come in conglomerates
known to kill cereal, like jeffrey dahmer, it's
silly to think how fast i go through a box
of MC krispies, they snap crackle and pop
i'm like college, the way i'm puttin fools through school
my rhyme knowledge, drops immediately like family jewels
cool, as i am, you're like the verbal o'douls
in short, you lack punch to leave kids staggerin'
i got a hook that cuts and rhymes that are daggerin'

thats where i conclude for now. still a work in progress.