Official Freestyle Thread

i just gotta pull through
voice is not really my choice
though the flow is full proof
i made just enough mistakes to fool you
noise repetitive much like the break
don't know if i should start
no whistles and i wish you were late
forgot what happened at the start
they charged me for the rapping up of the crashing though im gifted like smart
difficult to admit it cos the ticket was farce
and all the shit i be kickin' got em' slippin' like bars
as the railing
hard to get a grip
and by far im the real thing
charge for every spit
though the third takes a second to know how to charge for every slip
even if it isn't on the right track
im too busy running a train on this bitch
....yea and i after i get the brainz operatin' i'll be right back

Bully bars spit far, locked in the cage 4 that raw
Never abide breakin' laws, never change par
Partake of mc's ices, throat knifers
My likeness Christ-like, image of lifers
Street strikers strangiling bikers
Break out of rikers, on the island mics ripped
Equipped talk, borderline battle drops
dimes pop that coochie, pants down fun wit groupies
Pass the loot then salute me
the general's jewels gleam, gettin' paper like Yao Ming

Sparring in the wind as it rains i attract lightning
Moves thundering, stay humble when the wig splittin' begin
Cap peelin' punishment, ya face hits the cement
too late for surrendering, the endings grim
Swinging on ya, soon to forgotten goner
Spot rushing karma, one inch punchin' informers
Captain crunch ya corner swarmers
Deadly melody bomber, i'll die for the honor
On a higher plain, shots propell i excell when i aim
Flame lit..fiery scroll maker, kneck snappin' Masons
Basement dweller, crack-heads broke in my cellar
Smoke rose up the steps, i sicked my pit on em pests
One of em resembled Mannie Fresh so i got em 4 his cash money
His son was a juvenile, like Lil 'wayne nigga looked funny
Name was sonny wanted to be a B.G.
A hot-boy runnin' from the police
I seen em he got locked for shootin' some Young Turk
He gave me the "bird-man" hand-cuffed in the back-seat

thinkin u brave-when i could simply make ya mind slave-bend/
stray-men in ya cavalry battle-me cant save-them/
slay-pen's b my weapon of choice bless'd-wit-voice/
2 make tha mountains shake pounds-of-cake invest-wit-my-boys/
wreckin-wit-noise...ultrasonic screams my demonic-team/
will have u-leaned in tha seat of ya car duke/
u "moby dicks" owe-me-get stuck wit tha harpoon/

Fuck u Chris henry niggas, like a school play
They don't know how to act, stuck in old ways
I lay my path down stable, those who follow
Succesful and able to hold pills an swallow
Illegal thrills is hollow to me, lay to rest
that dated style persuade'in u while
U spray the tech, locked in cages wit gators now
You went in wit virginity, left wit it stolen
Shit was packed nightly, prostate's swollen
Cops wait holdin, fate's book in hand
Hand book told'em to get ya again, patroll'in
Third felony, high bonds, no canada in sight
Yo wifey might be right, but to late for enlightenment
Reporters write'in it, dark rooms now got lights in it
Papers like'in it, cartoons charcterize u
Little kids thats killas latent patronize u
Now Jake is on the stands make'in lies too
Yo sister shake'in slides thru, to testify
Knowin that by cinder blocks, u set to die

many men...have mercy on me
50 shots, bodies drop infinite...but still no tears from me
seen too much or have i imagined havoc as such
niggas thoughts about me used to plauque my temple...now i couldn't give a fuck
too long to wait for my sentence to be passed...press ya luck
you faggots is yardbird on the block....just itchin to cluck
so many more snitches and whores end up standing infront of your door
beggin for shelter from the realness that my niggas and i explore
young bucks screams tales of trappin in storms...tellin tales of folklore
understand the concept at hand........to get money..your smarts you ignore
don't mean to speak sermons like dirty pastors talkin to little boys
the game disgusts me like lebron shooting up bricks and toys

sorry yo....still a lil hot after the spurs..cavs game....

Side-lines, guide-lines, grammars gully the galaxcies mine
Microphone Bath-gate emcee's ya'll bait hookin' my lines
Free-styles refined, with dimes head bobbin'
Cunt robbin' niggas get shot, then buried n the garden
warring g.regulator like Warren, sparrin' raw yen
Live requests for the fresh, ya'll best call-in
All in together squadrons get carved when
My groovey uzi ammo decreases
Creative creatures wit incredible, credible, thesis
Black Jesus packing iron, fire on ya best features
Blessed that beef is inedible, lines thearetical

lyrical ginsu slicin quick at faggots usin fuckery//
bring ya battle axe son my tongue tha only "cutlery"//
that i employ seek-an-destroy until u ug-ly//
my-bruthas-b hung-beneath tha trenches we da heartless//
roamin-in-tha-dark-when marksmen pickin targets//
wit-no-regards-if u wanna play ya cards better fix tha deck//
my spit-will-wreck any nigga just blatant disrespect//
breakin-into-sets cipherin wit acid flows//
sinatra stay bodying mc's till caskets close//

numb asses quit eating shit
and figure out how to use this
magnum, cause the war is starting
and we're gonna blast 'em
crackin their heads on the cement
i forget just why were fighting, oh yeah,
some stupid bullshit
ready to rock, my glock
spits out the horrible violence
lock ya doors and your windows
the grave of the enemy, we're thrashin them up, defilement
they think the war is almost finished but there ain't no stop
not until every enemy gets dropped

that is my first ever freestyle or rhyme

get dropped talkin the talk, yaint walkin the walk
im closin yo shop, poppin the glock, bodies get chopped
tryna start some shit u aint bout and now u cant finish
with a barrel off in yo fuckin mouth talkin gibberish
im spittin this hollow point round to to your fuckin brain
yeah lifes a bitch but she payin me so i cant complain
and you may say im insane but i couldnt care less
i let them haters breathe when i open up their chest
and u knew it couldnt be nothin less than a killin
fuckin up with these villains, slugs gettin up in yo children
fill you up with K shots then u fillin up a grave plot
get yo brain chopped by a stray shot when we spray glocks
wrong place wrong time and u caught a nine
but there aint no remorse let nature take its course
natural selection, the strong eat, the weak get terminated
keep posin and u roachesll get exterminated

harrased by my past so i thought of rhymes
said fuck the lines father time caught a blast of my father's nine
combining colombine with colombian hachette strikes
if i pass it right and slash yoor pipe than u aint catch it rite
see you in the after life, ill pass after your attractive wife
who's ass was ripe before i stabbed until i cracked my knife
duk? who the fuck did you think you was toe to toe wit
ill cold flip ya whole script, and throw shit to slow ya motion
hoe, bitch, ill crochet ya flesh to a broken old stick
draw ya face, and laff in ur funeral while i hold it
treat ya corpsey meat as clay and roll it as i mold it
my style is only found in the underground like a mole's dick
my lawyer tried convincing the court, i was highly stressed
til i shit in the judges mouth, than it was IBS
i almost gave up on my case completely till i was released
threatend to kill judges niece and was let off with just a week

lil 2 minute ass rhyme..

rambunctious beast, funky feet lyrics and skunky steez
get tied to a trunk of tree and beat with a monkey's knees
u pussies is spoiled like chunky cheese, or donkey jizz
you fuck with me, get ya money ripped like ya undies is
only thing you tuckin is ya tummy, bummy scrub
'specially if ya wallets empty like a mummies tub

you cant compare, not to T, not for a second its not fair
you versus me, you got a better shot shockin an electric chair
step to me, you'll be scared if not, definately mentally impaired
cuz i write rhymes alone for hours, rarely do i share
freestylin more divine than your fake God's gospel
interviewin Christ's apostles reincarnated from fossils
that date back to Six B.C., you understand? think clearly
my mystical myriad of rhymes make even dead people fear me
imagine a million zombies rise like zealots from the deep south
conquest to rule the world thru lyrical contests
yet i kick it like nothin new, still high still true
rap intense but still so i dont spill no brew
my soul's tied to eternity so if i die, i still cant lose
man faces two paths, life or death, muh'fuckers still cant choose


gotta love those "2 minute ass rhymes" sometimes its more fun not thinkin about shit

peace

agreed^^eloels...nice drop.

aiyyo the ship's capsized, wisdom spill like beans from all the rat's lies
id rather die than see the day logic and reason chastised
atheism the true path, critisized by materialistic society, militarized
beware the lizard man with foul thoughts and cat's eyes
hijack the human race influence men to blast guys
population control in the hands of the evil
peace a casualty impaled on the church steepel
reachin levels that run deeper so devils recieve ether
till the day the meeker hold the world like a sleeper
when ignorance holds a gun to your head you cant just be a teacher
you gotta reach out for ya weapon fuck bein peaceful
cuz im playin the game of life, i cant just watch it from the bleachers