Challenger #1: B. Kizzle
Ok B. Kizzle...CONSPIRACY...Lets go!

these punk n****s in tha game try ta stop me/
they snitches, call tha cops so my record label can drop me/
they come an pick me up, tha station is where they deliver me/
they tryin ta pin me down on some bs conspiracy/
i got out 5 months later/
i grab an AK an went 2 get them haters/
got em went 2 tha club dressed in a white tux an gaters/
we left tha club, an went 2 get smoked out/
a drunk n***a ran up yappin so he got choked out/
after tha we stepped in a after party an we was straight zoned/
took a couple thick girls wit us an they all got boned/
now my 12 lines is up an B. Kizzle is gone/

Rhyme by B. Kizzle,
Copyright 2003 All rights reserved.

It's affirmative/
the cat got shafted/
his whole wig spun around like elastic/
who was it dog/
i was eatin' wit my girl/
when red n blue rushed tha crib and entered my world/
threw me on the flo, and asked where da boy and da girl/
they've been missin' since 2 or three a clock/
at that time i was at the crib cleanin my glock/
the wifey changin pampers on the rec room car-pet/
i have an aliby/
how - can y'all spark this/
We have an eye witness/
they gave us this address/
so we are here to take u in handcuffs to complete the arrest/
this is twisted/
am i that gifted/
must be invisible/
to murder older brother then lift kids/
put em in a basement/
but i ain't do it/
they gave me his name he was speakin so fluid/
like it was set pefect/
i thought he was my dog/
but u can never see snakes crawlin through tha fog/
she bailed me out bout 10 /
tha next morning/
the crib taped up no sign of tha mourning/
everyone was ghost/
like the OTHERS story/
he set me up/
cuz he a-dored me/
jealous of my things/
past week been ignorin me/
shoulda KNEW somethin' was up/
But I paid No mind/
NOW I know he wasn't a friend of mine/
it's a conspiracy.....freestyle

Rhyme by Erasmus aka "the Southern Seed",
Copyright 2003 All rights reserved.

Challenger #3: The Chozen 1
Ok The Chozen 1...CONSPIRACY...Lets go!

My theory on Conspiracy..., I reflect off invisibility so its hard for anyone to mirror me/
Posses the skills to speak upon the industry lyrically/
and smash those who aint got the power to get rid of me/
Talkin about they ice and they Bentleys'/
24's Commercialized the Hip Hop Vicinity/
Imma explode through proximity/
thrive off movement and show yall exactly how much the undaground mean to me/
Yeah ya chain thick...,/
thats cool, just like its cool to have that club hit/
but some of yall just make me sick/
Like Image is all ya care about what eva sales right/
managers tellin ya what to write/
That hip hop just aint my type/
Id rather keep my skill tight/
walk through the light/
just me and my mic/
have three kids that all wanna be like mic/
A freestyle would mean from the dome instead of respitten written/
and just because you hungry don't mean rhymes can be bitten/
Imma take Hip Hop to the UndaGround Rail Road/
where we speak in code and commercial has no control/
A true lyricist that speak strong can leave out the devilish/
Hip Hop if you aint got the nerve you can still feel this.

Rhyme by The Chozen 1,
Copyright 2003 All rights reserved.

i be firin shots, at n***a's conspirin thoughts, cuz it seems emcee's be hirin cops, to off me, for good
jealous of my game, so im steady wearin a vest when i be walkin through your hood
i dont know no names, but signs are showin y'all plottin' things
so i do whut i gotta do, cuz i aint goin out like pac and big
paranoid, huggin a glock like i luv it, friskin' my homi's at the back door
cuz im already stressed and the cess i smoke just adds more
havin thoughts i cant ignore, like is it gon' be a homi or someone who i aint met yet
gettin letters on my door, from these anonymous killa's leavin death threats
not knowin whut to ex-pect, scared ta take the next step, as i put a gun to my dome not thinkin clearly
call my girl on the phone, soundin crazy like, mel gibson's conspiracy theory
but she wont hear me, and i cant call the cops cuz they against me too
so i hit up the rappers who want me dead, and kill em' 1st like only an ill EMCEE can do..

Rhyme by Count,
Copyright 2003 All rights reserved.

Challenger #5: DS
Ok DS...CONSPIRACY...Lets go!

its a f****n conspiracy cuz i kill mcs wit ease
like they got a disease
i'll make em get on thier knees and say please
then my finger on the trigger will start to squeeze/
now theyre dead in tha death bed
i filled em up wit lead in thier head
so lyrically
its a f***** conspiracy
but yall aint hearin me
before i go im gon say 1 thing
if ya ballz represented yall flow n****s
yall still couldnt hang

Rhyme by DS,
Copyright 2003 All rights reserved.

Challenger #6: MTDAZE
Ok MTDAZE...CONSPIRACY...Lets go!

THIS IS A PORTAIT IN TEXT FORM..OF MY CONSPIRACY THEORY//
I PORTRAY THIS FORUM OUT OF MY NORM..LIKE I WAS BORN IN LAKE ERIE//
A METAPHOR FOR "THA WORLD THAT WE LIVIN IN IS SCARY"//
IM CARRYIN AN CONSPIRIN SOULS TA LISTEN TA MUSIC..LIKE ITS H20 IN THEIR WINDPIPES//
SO IT MUST BE PROPAGANDA..WHEN THEY SAY UNCLE SAM HELPS US TA WIN FIGHTS//
NAH...FORGET WAR..LET IT BE THEM AGAINST THEM..AN US AGAINST US//
ASHES TA ASHES..DUST TA DUST..ISNT BLACK ON BLACK CRIME ENOUGH FOR US TA TOUCH//
THATS A TOUCHY SUBJECT IM TOUCHIN ON SO I BUST IT IN A DIRECTION TA TOUCH ON SLUMS//
DRUGS..GUNS..MOMS AN DADS LONG GONE..BUMS RUN IN INTERSECTIONS TA MAKE THEIR PAIN NUMB//
"AND THIS JUST IN..THE PRESIDENT DID GOOD"..IS A STATEMENT THATS IRRELAVANT//
SO HOWS BUSH GON' REACH MINORITIES WHEN HES HESITANT TA STEP FOOT IN THA HOOD..LET ALONE BE A GHETTO RESIDENT//
AN THATS JUS SOME OF THA THOUGHTS IM THINKIN AT THIS MOMENT..ABOUT THA PRESENT//
WHETHER YOU THOUGHT IT WAS HOT OR NOT.THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS AND YOU CANT CHANGE THA WAY DAZE SAYS IT//

Rhyme by MTDAZE,
Copyright 2003 All rights reserved.

Challenger #7: MCwizkid
Ok MCwizkid...CONSPIRACY...Lets go!

i think it's a conspiracy/
they after me, not just the police, everybody/
i was bein followed by this one fine fellow/
kept it mellow so he couldn't see the yellow/
goin down my back as i came up to the house/
i knew somethin was goin on it was quiet as a mouse/
as i threw up my hand just to give my man dap/
he had a look on his face like he was a different cat/
twisted cap, off of the beer bottle/
why he was actin this way just left my mind boggled/
suddenly at full throttle, 5.0 came from every where/
he was still standin there, like he had no care/
i wasn't bare, on me 8 ball of yea, two cracks and weed hairs/
i gave him a cold stair, as they all rushed at me/
i knew right from the start that this was a conspiracy//

Rhyme by MCwizkid,
Copyright 2003 All rights reserved

Challenger #8: MuZiC
Ok MuZiC...CONSPIRACY...Lets go!

Let's skip the petty ish/
I'll get straight to the topic/
Truth is, this whole world is based on lies and nonsense/
The media rallies up and starts the wars/
And we spend millions of dollars just to settle the score, but what for/
do we ever see an end to the beef/
not all the money in the world would ever lead to world peace/
we pack up planes and tanks and troop up in the middle east/
yet ignore the constant battles in our neighborhood streets/
there's always someone going to sleep/
with nothing to eat/
there's always some type of violence on the tv screen/
people get fed up with their life, go on a killin spree/
even people in rap kill to be the tightest emcee/
someone starts up controversy for publicity/
I guess I'm speaking for myself, cuz it don't make sense to me/
You can choose to disagree but the milk has been spilled/
everything boils down to a dollar bill/
no one cares about a cause who gives a **** about what's right/
Even if a million people were to die tonight/
Man it's sad about 911 but if the truth had been told/
think over the last 2 years how many flags were sold/
how much

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