Official Freestyle Thread

i beseech thee suckas, stop comin weakly fuckas
i deeply fuck yall bitch fellas, get on yo knees d-suckas
i empty buckets of guts up in the river after i kill ya
fill ya with molten lead til u overflowin fella ill spill ya
u tell me u own this and that shit and blowin mad clips
u really blowin fat dicks to get up on some crack bitch!!!
u aint nothin but a hoe, lil fella dont test this pimp hand
get your own grip man, tryna handle mine, you gonna slip man
i move like the wind man, gettin into position to huff and puff
and blow yo house down, yall little piggies aint built tough enough
talkin all that buck ass stuff, darn you brats, i censor you
aint nothin sweet bout me but the candy im dispensin dude
i got what u need man, call me Mr Tamborine Man
but this song aint for you bitch, its all about that green man
married to this Queen man, so yall better crown me im a King
yall Freddie Mercury's aint hurtin me, We Will Rock U for tryna sing

Move at a fast pace, you pacers catch shots in face
Fall from grace, the sword on my back for cutting snakes
Ducking shots and cases, hit judges with hammers for being racist
i'm at different places, using razors to decorate faces
Aces get blazed by the blazer, favor for a favor
Wetting haters, the warning on the scroll creator
Laser tag, home grown bud in bags
Take a drag, i'm in the lab, cooking crabs
Moms, and dads, daughters, and sons
My clientelle's a fortune for slums
Whisper, and run here J.T.S. comes

what's after after-life
i don't know but as i post postmortem
uh get you know from ghost
the most ode courted
uh master p rhetoric
known zone's boarded
plane to the south
fly ride round noticed
gifted is the structure
and i got plastic wraps to color
been dead for a minute
but read lines by another
guess the specifics
i was mislead mistreated then fed the sickness
till i bled and expressed within print
cold as fuck really though , all i need is a pencil to singe it
some call it rehab i call it livin
give me another bar , and restart the clock
your about to watch me make em' reduce the sentence
and if they give me another charge , i'll just give em' another shot
and ima baller till the last day , im forced to approach the benches

my favorite rapper died at 35 and that shit hurt
till this day i spill tanqueray out for ol' dirt
murks the sullen humming nigga please and tears would jerk
the realest mc if you ask me, r.i.p. mcgurt
roam this earth and show me spitters who approach this shit different
'specially wit niggaz tuggin' on the richest nigga zipper
a guaranteed meal ticket is to kick it like he did it
parrot how he said it, imitate his whole image
i dont get it, how can you mimic and put your everything in it
when you starring in the mirror practicing your ice grimace
i know that paper looking good and not mention all the women
but heads who really hood will see through you in a minute
when ason would speak he kept his shit unique
thats what i took from his c.d.s, to just be me
so when i see these newbies, posing like they some g's
it make me think how real could they be?

Scorpio rhyme harvest flow
Dashing in with a cancerous apparel/
My mind is full thick clouds of smoke
Disguising the dopeness behind the music/
View it by the actions I do when my soul is transfused
Like my blood was misused without giving me cues/
Ever ready wit belittled Betty’s I spit given darts
Like we at the gas station Getty Chevy ready/
Shrapnel wit sharks biting my skin
Noah’s ark passes me by with cries of lives
Rapidly flowing concrete Stone Age
Taken stages frozen with rages/
Boosting wit turbo juice like when animals get loose
I’m social wit boastful skills built for the real/
Shielded by your parental skills that don’t build no confidence
Even when I was a child I kept getting shield from reality/
Now I’m a grown folk floating through life wit the stroke of a pen
Death noting creating asses out of these sucker emcees/
I say not bow to me, I say relish in the lavish life we thrive to get
Birthed from the darkness of the sperm cells to the light of the vagina/
My mind sort of is a cassette rewinder wit skip-proof technology
Going at these barriers with swords that are scarier than more meets the merrier/

I snap back into action
Like I’m the urban superman/
Booming system spit wickedly fantastic
Not overly considered a classic just a maverick wit the mic
When it comes to ripping flows without any static/
Over the internet you draw graphics
But cha can’t produce magic/
After I break y’all down to fragile rock
You’ll be nothing but gravel rock/
My shit stay stocked like a warehouse where you going to go
When you can’t even get cha flows housed like Katrina victims/
My shit is livid giving you production driven beats
Wit no procession in e’m/
Flip these lyrics come back
And haunt you like talk show and gimmicks/
Only time heals all wounds boom boom there goes the room
And your ear drums too once you view me through the looking glass
You won’t know who your looking at duke/
Emcees are gonna need hydroxycut too lose that flow ya got
Fans say it’s too simple we need something complex that we’re used too/
If you could be the number one draft pick just know your no derrick rose
Your just okay like oj mayo my flow be the yayo you cannot duplicate yo/

My mind is a cage, a demon kept inside of it's range
held back by belt straps with the tightest of chains
If i Let the Demon loose, There won't be a Feast for You
A Beatlejuice, Leave you screaming HELP! like the Beatles Do
Even Crews who think they're at the Top of the Top
Will see Camutao put a fucking Stop to their Plot
And since they love beef, they get to Swallow the Chops
Up on the Clouds, Looking Down, as they're Following Pac
See I Spit it phat, just enough to Cripple Cats, Spine Shattered
Give me Daps or you'll see the Scissorhands Slice Faster
All these Shitty cats'll to Hit the Mat
they're Sounding too repetitive like Vinnie Paz' Rhyme Patterns
Bom-Barding your Shows, with SWAT Armies and Foes
You ain't Fresh, you're swamp air, I'm Armani Cologne
The Bob Marley of Dope, Your Squads Prolly a Joke
I Murder Ink like Ja, Gotti and Ash-Anti, y'know?

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Originally Posted by sileNt.siN.

My mind is a cage, a demon kept inside of it's range
held back by belt straps with the tightest of chains
If i Let the Demon loose, There won't be a Feast for You
A Beatlejuice, Leave you screaming HELP! like the Beatles Do
Even Crews who think they're at the Top of the Top
Will see Camutao put a fucking Stop to their Plot
And since they love beef, they get to Swallow the Chops
Up on the Clouds, Looking Down, as they're Following Pac
See I Spit it phat, just enough to Cripple Cats, Spine Shattered
Give me Daps or you'll see the Scissorhands Slice Faster
All these Shitty cats'll to Hit the Mat
they're Sounding too repetitive like Vinnie Paz' Rhyme Patterns
Bom-Barding your Shows, with SWAT Armies and Foes
You ain't Fresh, you're swamp air, I'm Armani Cologne
The Bob Marley of Dope, Your Squads Prolly a Joke
I Murder Ink like Ja, Gotti and Ash-Anti, y'know?

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Born manure skintone, Rogan the range assasin burying men's bones
origin unknown, attack emcee's chatting on cell phones
official poems slice and split dudes, exposing pools of blood, and tissue
A man with issues, and government issued steel
Pack to kill wolf packs for real, golden arches in your grill kill
Son chills after tanning, invading lands in the time of famine
Murder ya fam, then the murders make the top ten
Get castrated for cock blocking, Merry christmas
Bombs in your stockings, master of shadow boxing
Cutting, and chopping bodies like margine
Born grim, break ya head open with a jar of Helmen's

[quote=J.T.S.;1223040]Born manure skintone, Rogan the range assasin burying men's bones
origin unknown, attack emcee's chatting on cell phones
official poems slice and split dudes, exposing pools of blood, and tissue
A man with issues, and government issued steel
Pack to kill wolf packs for real, golden arches in your grill kill
Son chills after tanning, invading lands in the time of famine
Murder ya fam, then the murders make the top ten
Get castrated for cock blocking, Merry christmas
Bombs in your stockings, master of shadow boxing
Cutting, and chopping bodies like margine
Born grim, break ya head open with a jar of Helmen's[/quote]

Point Is..ya no longer Smart, but Men-tal-ly Re-tar-ded,
Entity Departed, aint no "Ending Happily" For 'Starters"..

lyrically gifted take it up a notch brain stepped the clutch gear shifted,
1 to the 2, 3 to the 4, 5 all the way live more-feinds at the door
hot to death wack mcs melt em like smoars wicked west witch niggaz eyein the lion that roars...

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Originally Posted by tekunique

lyrically gifted take it up a notch brain stepped the clutch gear shifted,
1 to the 2, 3 to the 4, 5 all the way live more-feinds at the door
hot to death wack mcs melt em like smoars wicked west witch niggaz eyein the lion that roars...

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Smilin' of Course, cuz Life is a Trial of Sorts..that holds u Liable For..
every Lie u Swore was Right Before, always Finds the Door
and Shines in Pitch Black, Time just Drifts Past, can't Rewind or Skip Back
don't Whine or Think Crap, and make us Remind Your Bitch ASs
cuz you'll Find we Switch Fast, like Alive then u just Died a Quick Death

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Originally Posted by White N Dangerous

Smilin' of Course, cuz Life is a Trial of Sorts..that holds u Liable For..
every Lie u Swore was Right Before, always Finds the Door
and Shines in Pitch Black, Time just Drifts Past, can't Rewind or Skip Back
don't Whine or Think Crap, and make us Remind Your Bitch ASs
cuz you'll Find we Switch Fast, like Alive then u just Died a Quick Death

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Let me In-Spect, I In-Ject the Au-Tops Body
With a fluid, so the corpse of you will Not Rot, promptly
I'll cut a body, til it shares a Striking Resemblance
to Fries and a Beverage, Burger patty Minus the Lettuce
I've got a Mind, but lately, there's a Virus Infected
and it Cause Me some Loss of Sleep and Minor Depression
But piss me off at any Single Strike of a Second
And I'm jumping off a board to take a Dive in your Kethcup
There's no tellin', it's a mess of thoughts that i'm Developin'
Fists are Now some Bricks i pound, I'll hit you out your skeleton
rip you out, and watch your floating carcus Disinflate
kick you in the face, and watch your features disintegrate
I'm a Veteran, you're a Rookie, so don't Test This Skill
Or get a Helicopter on you once the X is Filled
Make you pay the homage, Respect and Elec-tric Bills
Carve your face out your skull while drinkin' Nesquik Milk

Urban journals from a lengendary journalist
Foes on the list, listed get blown to bits
When it's my turn to spit, it's massacres to manuscripts
Spectrums split in two, don't anger the Hebrew
Comrades imprisoned, hold on you'll be free soon
Opposition see doom, as the full moon blooms
Break out the cacoon to triumph by high noon
Nocturnal like racoons, rack up the causlties consumed
Training in rec rooms, recreation for the platoon
Fuck these wack radio tunes, the whole styles looney tunes

I Mutilate Regimes, watch me Fumigate the steam
My Body Fluid's Poison, and I'll Urinate the Stream
Into the Water Supply, You'll taste a Human-Made Disease
When the Pearly gates are there to Illuminate the Scene
a Cancer Spreading, Rappers Getting Cracked in Half
The Skin Sheddings being Stored in a Plastic Bag
Giving your Third Eye Cataracts, swinging a Battle Axe
at the Fagget Cats who ain't down to ride like Cadillacs
My Hands are Tacks, Slapping you for Every Answer Wrong
Question being: Against me, do you think you're Lasting Long?
and You answered: Yes, i have the power of an Atom Bomb
But that's until your pansy ass was flatlined by this Mastadon