Freestyle Friday: Beanie Sigel vs. Inspectah Deck

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For this week’s Frestyle Friday, we’re gonna stick with The Roc vs. Wu-Tang idea from last week.

The idea of Freestyle Fridays is to battle one another with your favorite verse from either of the two competitors. You’re essentially battling other commenters in this thread by using the words of Beanie Sigel or Inspectah Deck. We’ve been doing this feature for a few weeks now, but if you don’t remember how it goes, hit the jump for a few rules and then jump in on the comments!

Before we start, let’s see if we can keep the thread in order today, by following a couple simple rules:

1. Please don’t drop the lyrics to a whole song. No more than one verse!

2. Please stay in order…. Beanie Sigel, then Inspectah Deck, then Beanie Sigel, etc. If you want to drop a Beans verse, wait until someone has dropped a Deck one. The idea is to go back and forth. It’s possible that more than one person may be trying to drop a verse at one time… we’ll just keep moving on.

I’ll start this thread off with a verse from Beanie Sigel:

“Bare witness to the greatest, can’t beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots wont graze ya
We hug corners, play blocks like Gators
With bundles on us, serve tre’s like waiters
It’s the life we chose to hustle
Can’t stop it, can’t knock it
Half the profit get flown out Vegas
Me and my niggaz try an’ break tables
Stack chips like Connect Four
While you prick’s try and whip try and stretch more
Charge less for, that ain’t the program
Get ya lessons from the snow man
Like Pillsbury I get the doe man
I’ll off ya head for a slice of bread
I keep my word and I’m true to my peeps
Give me a bird and my crew gon’ eat
I’m over the stove like +Cuban Links+
Breakin’ down +Cash Money+ like +Baby+ do
You niggaz soft like baby food
‘Round the world niggaz pay me dues
While you niggaz sing the same old song like Sadies do
Grown man nigga, baby who?
I’ll send you shots from the baby zoo
Old game like Grady fool
Propane flow flame you dudes
No name’s don’t claim ya shoes”

-Beanie Sigel, “It’s On”

Aight Inspectah Deck, where you at?

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Isreal

Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they have become
mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, blessed to electrify
with voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal’ll
crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back
the God-U, and bust through like a fullback

The Rebel INS off Guillotine Swords….OBFCL- The original purple tape
dagawd

…..yo u 14 karrot gold slum computer wizard ..ha ha
Lil Ish

It’s Mack-daddy-young strappy
No he ain’t the OG gangsta
Yes I is! come on don’t test I kid
I firebomb cribs like Left Eye did
Notorious like that Bed Stuy kid, big or small you can get it
Damn raw like tryin to brawl a strong armored midget
I pull the 9 out my pocket I’m lyin
I pull the Mac out the closet start fryin
Will you cats try to block it stop tryin
Take that, get back, clap mine
You know, stay low, keep fryin, uh!
I put the led in they gat, the medal go clap
I lay cats flat on they back, stop fuckin with this radical cat
You fuck around and need a medical cat
The led a go clap, your head a go back
Uh, it’s B Sige, in the place to be
With two seaters on the waist of me, who’s facin me?

Beanie Sigel – Rock the Mic
Lil Ish

I leave scientists mentally scarred
triple extra large
wild like rock stars
who smash guitars
poison bars from the gods
bust holes in your mirage
and catch a charge
shake em down like the riot squad
invade your zone
ruined like ancient Rome
I span the universe and
return to earth to claim my throne
the maker owner
plus sole controller
Ayatollah rest in the sky
the clouds my sofa
stand like colossus
regardless to whom or what
numerous attempts at my life
so who to trust
who but us
to supply ya with the fire
the burning truth
150 absolute proof
on the mic like Moses
smokin golden la
survivor of the oldest tribe
whose soldiers die
I know the five families
who shed tears and more
but our hands are on the ammo
cause the battles still on
sound the horn
we come rumblin through the function
precise laser beam technique
to touch something
when we die hard
they build a monument to honor us with
humongous effect in the world
we couldve conquered it

Gangstarr feat. Inspecktah Deck – Above the Clouds
Godd211

I said I’m sicka than your average
Keep three shooters like the Mavericks
Short to the point like Nash is, fucking wit a savage
Niggaz press they luck, get bucked like ashes
Three piece suits, linen fabrics
Three quarter croc, sharper than a pastor
B Sig bring the light to the masses
Of these rap bastards, who gives street passes
One shooting can lead to three caskets
Jump suits, state boots, at least three stabbings
You softer than a Reebok Classic
Folding under pressure when confronted by them badges
I was taught stay low and keep blasting
Po only know questions that was answered
Keep a number on the high price lawyer
It’s five ways now days, everybody saw ya

Beanie Sigel- Don’t Stop
Tactics

I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the hold rush
A dazzlin display if you could get close enough
Cold crush like the 4 stinger anaconda
Fierce darts that’ll pierce through solid armor
Lounge in the barracks with blue and cappadonna
Spiderman identity peter parker
Crowd pleaser register off the meter
Vocal street sweaper bucks shots through the speaker
Pleasure seekers, 50 thou’ in the stands
True fans get it hot like jamaica sands
Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan
Clansman stabbin the track with both hands
Not a lost soul who falls for fool’s gold
I shine like a diamond in the true state of cold
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
Rap with a road block, i might lose control
Hold the globe in my iron palm
One hand holds the firearm on a mission that’s life long
Strike calm through the fire like chaka khan
World wide on the web without the dot com

Freestyle Friday: Beanie Sigel vs. Inspectah Deck

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