LLL week 6 cypher(New Rules)

[OG Maestro]

I got a hot boy on my tail in hot pursuit
A don or shooter? A veg or a herb?
I'll classify him as a fruit
To say I don't spit murderous, inspirational words is a lie
I've spit cold verses on cold corners, the brothers my alibi
Puffin' lye while examining life
Strive for the best,
Don't miss a step, in strife
This King's movin' pawns
Like I was keying a game of chess
I debate with God you deserve a body
So I contest my theory with your chest
Remove the contents & context
You're no wordsmith,
You're wordless & worthless
You'll wish you never messed
You missed the mark of text's 'curve' test
Haven't seen a vagina with a pen since Curssive
uhh wut...

[Donshotta]

Knowp is wack, and his day job must be a shoe shiner,
A fucking cheap coke head, cuz he only uses 1 liners,
Professor Frost better stop, i got a grip on this shit, like i was cleaning up after my dog, you aint no King moving pawns, just a turd in my lawn, who needs to move on,pissing me off like an old lady with 20 coupons, you wack and unintelligible, when its time turn up (turnip), you'll become the vegetable

[Traydmark]

Spit in fuckin' sequels people just don't get it.

Told 'em

I gotta come back to bust raps and shower these hoes.
Sharp wit like thumb tacks these dumb fags can't catch the prowess that shows.

I'm badder than most comin' at me turn to Silva don't gotta try to shatter ya bones.
Ya vanity's known scramblin' flows dissectin' the weak emcees till my damage has grown.

[Sharp]

heard when we migrated over that this nigga cried
sad to see Boston bombing, since his punches were the reason RIA died

I know ur tryna win this cyph, but dated concepts won't help
shit, that reference was a bigger blast from the past than the bombing itself

[Traydmark]

I walk slow cause I'm faded, on you my talent is wasted
I've used up all of my patience, On rappers who are too basic.

So fuck em all let's just face it, amongst em I am the greatest
They not dope don't contemplate it, I'll kill it when near sedated.

Hold up.

[KnowP]

who the HELL is the mark cat, who cares he'll be dead soon
either one hit will take you out this world trayd, or fly a plane through yo living room

[KnowP]

nigga you a teen troll, u ain't bout these mean jokes
everyone knows you're either dull sharp, or stuck somewhere between those

[Sharp]

with those concepts youre not winning this cyph's edition
you ain't had a sharp line in your life... n somehow flipping my name continues that tradition