Ite so you meet Jay-Z/Kanye/Diddy/Cassidy at a pub or something...

I was gon' clown but dude got Walter White in his sig so.. yeah

I was gon' clown but dude got Walter White in his sig so.. yeah

[Black Book]

Walter White is a Real OG, son. Fuck with Mr. White, you fucking with more than you can handle.

[Black Book]

Walter White is a Real OG, son. Fuck with Mr. White, you fucking with more than you can handle.

[Blue Hulk]

We murda shootaz… real talk, we murda shootaz…..
We shootin plenty shellz…. We like a herd of koopaz!!
Yeah we “smoke so many niggaz” dey belong in Hookaz!!
I get "mad head" ...I guess these hoes Mad-usa!!
When I hit da streets… niggaz tell me dat I’m gully…
blowin "swishers"; violent niggaz, aimin pistols atcha "buddies"!!
All deze bitches tryna fuck me! Kony? They can fuck the whole team...
I don’t play no "games" wit whores, unless dem bitches friends wit "Sony"!!
Yo’ girl tell me I’m on fire, I just tell dat bitch I’m toasty...
I’m the target, yall should follow, I’m a jet, u niggaz bo-gees!!
Fuck you pussy’s, like a condom… fuck you rookies, I’m the captain…
I’m "too high" for any mattress… you’re "too low" like "trench coat jackets"!!
Yea.. nigga, I shine hard!! I’m double you, so I’m twice as hard!!
I’ll handle you… like bike barz!! I can SEE you niggaz like white stars!!
Yall can’t see me bitch, I’m like John Cena!! I’m above you peers, like a tall teacha!!
I’ll draw heatas and air fire and put u in my trunk like spare tires!!

Some more old bars.. and I'm still on my laptop btw so this shit's mad old. Lol

[Blue Hulk]

We murda shootaz… real talk, we murda shootaz…..
We shootin plenty shellz…. We like a herd of koopaz!!
Yeah we “smoke so many niggaz” dey belong in Hookaz!!
I get "mad head" ...I guess these hoes Mad-usa!!
When I hit da streets… niggaz tell me dat I’m gully…
blowin "swishers"; violent niggaz, aimin pistols atcha "buddies"!!
All deze bitches tryna fuck me! Kony? They can fuck the whole team...
I don’t play no "games" wit whores, unless dem bitches friends wit "Sony"!!
Yo’ girl tell me I’m on fire, I just tell dat bitch I’m toasty...
I’m the target, yall should follow, I’m a jet, u niggaz bo-gees!!
Fuck you pussy’s, like a condom… fuck you rookies, I’m the captain…
I’m "too high" for any mattress… you’re "too low" like "trench coat jackets"!!
Yea.. nigga, I shine hard!! I’m double you, so I’m twice as hard!!
I’ll handle you… like bike barz!! I can SEE you niggaz like white stars!!
Yall can’t see me bitch, I’m like John Cena!! I’m above you peers, like a tall teacha!!
I’ll draw heatas and air fire and put u in my trunk like spare tires!!

Some more old bars.. and I'm still on my laptop btw so this shit's mad old. Lol

[Student]

Originally Posted by ADONiS

Walter White is a Real OG, son. Fuck with Mr. White, you fucking with more than you can handle.

[Student]

Originally Posted by ADONiS

Walter White is a Real OG, son. Fuck with Mr. White, you fucking with more than you can handle.

[J u s T C]

Probably this since it's my latest and is the most drilled into my memory.

Word to Bob I'm baking, hot and got the patience, of a Dr Aden, playin' Operation.
& gettin' infected by bubonic strains as, I prod the stainless, is a small cost to save them.
I've scoped the plains in Arizona waitin', to scalp a lonely Tolowla native.
I'm worth his weight in gold with statements, now I'm sitting on Cream like Mocha shavings.
So amazing to your flow that's ancient, and don't Know the basics.
While mine coasted training, went rouge, an agent, that loaded nails into it's chosen casing.
Then tip toed to place it in a lowly basement, to explode your sacred home of hatred, once it codes the Matrix.
But B4 i ghost in vapours, know there's no Replacement, Killer, w/ my slow motion capers.
Once my Colt engages all hopeless aimers, as I vault the railings, to the sounds of revolving chambers, & broken vases.
Then set off in the sun set. on the road to greatness.
I've brought locust plagues with, flash floods,
& dropped soaking rain to fill open graves quick, once I've shook molten plates beneath the Golden Gate Bridge.
You seen the coast was waiving, to coax you straight in,
and swallow whole souls in danger as they jolt and shake with, their closest neighbours
and token strangers.
The most potent hocus pocus potion maker, who thrown Minotor horns into his stove, then later.
Char coal'd him mostly coats of Sabres, to add a much needed roasted flavour.
I've spoke with Masons on their Global status, & their hopes to reign it.
Once they've thought up all their plans, write and staged them, then picked out their targets, to go engage them.
While you rot in Femurs, broke and caged in, with your rotten femurs, broke and caved in.
I've helped people see the light, from glowing halo's, atop of floating angels.
Until my dope arrangements woke those coma patients, because my souls contagious.
See I don't care if you're broke or payed, unknown or famous, or the chosen favourite.
Cuz my lines will still leave all your domes deflated, once I stomp them quick time on a stoney pavement.
Then after my rhymes blow ya mind, they'll go to Asia, where they'll poke a Geisha, with a loaded gauge.
To coat her face in a crimson Bukaki, once I flick my trigger finger to blow her brains in.
Then jet the place, with a swift escape, once I get a plane ticket made 1 way to Crystal Lake.
Heading straight for the ghost of Jason, like we both arranged it.
He thinks hell will freeze over b4 I rip out his throat & place him, overboard the boat to lay with, the Loach and Cray Fish.
But little does he know, I can see Satan, perched on a frozen glacier.

[J u s T C]

Probably this since it's my latest and is the most drilled into my memory.

Word to Bob I'm baking, hot and got the patience, of a Dr Aden, playin' Operation.
& gettin' infected by bubonic strains as, I prod the stainless, is a small cost to save them.
I've scoped the plains in Arizona waitin', to scalp a lonely Tolowla native.
I'm worth his weight in gold with statements, now I'm sitting on Cream like Mocha shavings.
So amazing to your flow that's ancient, and don't Know the basics.
While mine coasted training, went rouge, an agent, that loaded nails into it's chosen casing.
Then tip toed to place it in a lowly basement, to explode your sacred home of hatred, once it codes the Matrix.
But B4 i ghost in vapours, know there's no Replacement, Killer, w/ my slow motion capers.
Once my Colt engages all hopeless aimers, as I vault the railings, to the sounds of revolving chambers, & broken vases.
Then set off in the sun set. on the road to greatness.
I've brought locust plagues with, flash floods,
& dropped soaking rain to fill open graves quick, once I've shook molten plates beneath the Golden Gate Bridge.
You seen the coast was waiving, to coax you straight in,
and swallow whole souls in danger as they jolt and shake with, their closest neighbours
and token strangers.
The most potent hocus pocus potion maker, who thrown Minotor horns into his stove, then later.
Char coal'd him mostly coats of Sabres, to add a much needed roasted flavour.
I've spoke with Masons on their Global status, & their hopes to reign it.
Once they've thought up all their plans, write and staged them, then picked out their targets, to go engage them.
While you rot in Femurs, broke and caged in, with your rotten femurs, broke and caved in.
I've helped people see the light, from glowing halo's, atop of floating angels.
Until my dope arrangements woke those coma patients, because my souls contagious.
See I don't care if you're broke or payed, unknown or famous, or the chosen favourite.
Cuz my lines will still leave all your domes deflated, once I stomp them quick time on a stoney pavement.
Then after my rhymes blow ya mind, they'll go to Asia, where they'll poke a Geisha, with a loaded gauge.
To coat her face in a crimson Bukaki, once I flick my trigger finger to blow her brains in.
Then jet the place, with a swift escape, once I get a plane ticket made 1 way to Crystal Lake.
Heading straight for the ghost of Jason, like we both arranged it.
He thinks hell will freeze over b4 I rip out his throat & place him, overboard the boat to lay with, the Loach and Cray Fish.
But little does he know, I can see Satan, perched on a frozen glacier.