MC Mafia - Ides of March [Legacy/Green Masta Freestyle Diss]

[INTRO]

Ayo'...
In da' words of a legend...I just want...
Da' whole world to know...
That I did not start this...
But I WILL finish it.

[FREESTYLE BEGINS]

Let's have a moment of silence for those who fucked with the best
Shook fools sayin' they rep a life of rollers and Tecs
Fakes claimin' 'dey shoot to kill, packin' heat in 'dey 'Lacs
Shit, I remember days when I was cruisin', bumpin' 'dey tracks...
Tracks that used be raw. Now it's in their best interest
To diss a nigga breakin' in da' game for mindin' his business?
Mastas mobbin' up-and-comers, talkin' noise, tellin' tales
Green with envy that his songs actually generate sales
I swear on everything I got left; my 'hood and my brotha's
That if you ever speak on '5 again I'll roll on you bustas
Lyrics colder than Rhyme spittin' bars over treble
Sicker than hoodrats dyin' slowly of AIDS in the ghetto
F**k a contract hit, nigga, I'll kill you for free
Deagles make your body rock like the Treacherous Three
Steal a glance at the mirror, then play it back and you'll see
That past the surface I'm the nigga you aspire to be.

Veni, Vidi, Vici; he quotin' the words of Caesar
Killas run up in his house, leave his crew smoked like reefer
Doesn't matter if your block twenty strong, we rollin' deeper
Call a nigga Nasir Jones, I F**k wid' his soul like ether
B***h I'm sharper than J.Dilla when he cuts the break
Doper than painkillers mixed with vodka straight
Sold a couple bags 'a rock; think you're "holdin' weight?"
Now your career's like Rodney King; beaten down on tape
Dropped a track and now you back? You needed Macc to resurrect you
You a busta, scared to bang, dass' why ya homies don't respect you
Claim you roll wid' SBF? B***h, 'dem foo's barely accept you
Shit, chu' afraid to diss a nigga without Ryder to protect you...

Best believe we pullin' cannons if 'dis pranksta startin' static
Where I'm from you school a nigga usin' simple mathematics
We got a problem if 'dis faggot thinks he's steppin' to me
So add a *bang* and muzzle flash, then multiply it by three
Watch his posse get divided as I'm buckin' wid' da' shotty
Subtract his head from the equation as I blast it off his body
Lemme break it down slow for you; no polysyllabics
I'll stomp you full 'a track marks, just like heroin addicts
Hollowpoint shells leave his body soaked in lymphatic
So actin' hard minus respect equals death for you faggots.

Now that I've spoken my desire to put a bullet in your head
How can you call yourself "Legacy" when your fame's already dead?

Crazier than sherm smokers, minus PCP
Pull da' Tec and leave him restin' wid' da' EMT
Press da' metal to his chest like an EKG
That's what a nigga get for fuckin' wid' da' RHB.