[Wordsworth]

Welcome to the first annual Freestyle Marathon

The fee is to be an MC, you don't need to have a song

Once the drums drop, the beats begin

Rap till you run out of rhymes or too embarrassed to speak again

Off of top or written competition, track meets for compositions

Of rap athletes in top condition

And lane one is Words, known for his penmanship

Lanes two through...well they're not worth mentioning

{gun shot}

And they're off, Words has a comfortable lead

Excellent breathing technique and needs nothing to read

Following is Never Ender, good contender but selfish

In cipher's don't know when to stop and let someone else kick

Ain't coming off, 'bout to suffer another loss

Here comes Sore Loser, who quickly cuts across

Sore Loser fills the stands when his relatives come

Always loses battles but they still tell him he won

In lanes four and five are Fraud and Ablib

Almost collapsing from asthma gasping as time elapses

Damn, they just got disqualified

Cause four said he was off the head but five was jumping in on every line

And six missed the mixer who claims off the top with writtens

Starts off a'ight, but winds up forgetting

For a second, they let him try to keep on spitting

Give him a second chance to start over and the cats just skipped him

Looks like the cipher getting shorter

Let me see that surprise but damn he throws the cycle outta order

Flash back to Words, 100 laps going strong on the track

Looking around and alone in this match

And it's a new world record

4.5 when Words crossed the finish line at the same time the batteries died

[Rise]

Freestyle Marathon and I got the baton

Ain't no baton in a marathon, I'm already gone

So please skip it, I'm gonna make sure that we win this

Too close toward the finish, I'm banging your knees with it

Stress from label to label, I downed a few Guinness

Felt unstable but able to break Bruce Willis

Now add a few drinks with a drop of juice in it

And now the clubs flooded with cops and Sue Simons

Who's timid?

I'm just always scheming on shit

Who's the illest?

The decision never seems to be split

I'm heaping this shit, no rules to how we make it is bugged

Now switch topics, jump from a race to a club

And, the longer the hoes the longer the toes

It doesn't have to make sense man as long as it flows

Long as it goes over a beat the audience knows

Now-a-days I can keep rhyming long for the whole

Song till this long marathon is over I know

It's longer than the 16 bars I usually go

I over do it

When people telling me just to wreck it

Rhyme till the needle hits the centerpiece of the record

Spending weeks in the session, no one heard from me since

Rap till Pack has to press like a 13"