Official Freestyle Thread

i take it back like the native tongues the bait is drums
the listener is the fish biting the hook that's flung
mind reverbates with nile river long lines in various shapes
never go for self that's destructive like hate
in my prime but not a primate living on a planet of apes
put bangers to chests know his shirts a bloody mess
english broken like the jaw of the opponent caught by the flash reflex
i could text eternity flows hidden in my mental index
cons control the continent studying my table of contents
degrees higher than a lsd addict a title i'm guaranteed to grab it
this bastard tell it on the mountain written on stone tablets

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

i take it back like the native tongues the bait is drums
the listener is the fish biting the hook that's flung
mind reverbates with nile river long lines in various shapes
never go for self that's destructive like hate
in my prime but not a primate living on a planet of apes
put bangers to chests know his shirts a bloody mess
english broken like the jaw of the opponent caught by the flash reflex
i could text eternity flows hidden in my mental index
cons control the continent studying my table of contents
degrees higher than a lsd addict a title i'm guaranteed to grab it
this bastard tell it on the mountain written on stone tablets

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That sick at this Rappin', all i expect from u tho good one j.t.s

leave rappers paralyzed in they death bed
I got multitudes of style so get wreck
leaving kids crunched, and a lil fucked
craniums gettin crushed as the fist punch
rapping about jail time for murdering mics
plus I'm so bad I got convicted twice
the best around, best believe the bio
leave half assed raps better call the five oh
as foes be getting a little blue in the face
my mindless acts gotcha soul crossed up like shoe lace

That sick at this Rappin', all i expect from u tho good one j.t.s

thanks bro!!


i smash minds, and mics the vine in my mind is ripe
seeds planted to bloom from waterfalls flowing day, and night
blaze for life my literature is literally compared to Christ's
swallow the red wine then wallow in dirty rhymes
tide couldn't cleanse the stains bleach couldn't fade his game
He's simply a living symphony muscians bowed once he came
He brought the slain back to life wounds miracously dissapperead
though he was loved from fam, and blood by foes he was feared
hunting emcee's down like deer, and big game his aim and clips reigned
a war face vet fond of mary jane he smoked the sane, and insane
time never mattered when he pulled out daggers bastards scattered
across the border and abroad leaping like frogs
breathing in second hand smoke his pipes got clogged

IM THE abominable monocle, cords move like the gospel
the fist of God, my voice are like angels, levitate grace when you think its make belive
i get sentenced to seven years, watch from my cell
as i see sim city bleed
the crop of the metrapolis is on the clock for the dollars and greed
they cut it at the bones, unknown what its originally
the taste the scent the presentation discret
how do you feel high in the sky
when heavens surrounded by satellites?
bow to my feet, gritty earth peasants
bow down to big foot, you thought i was make belive
SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKERS!!! open your eyes or get shot in the guts
with my index finger and thumb, ive mastered smashing walnuts
cashews and peanuts turn to butter for your pb and j's
world, get that jelly out your spine and dont spin one way

faces get broken after i'm toking then i'm smoking toast
glasses broke and smoke emotes after roaches we roast
in the hood should i die from a shot dust the block
street sweepers putting holes in rocks we roll on flocks
put your souls on stop bitches ride most on top
no joke like crooked cops choking radio raheem
in school days i was still getting that c.r.e.a.m.
see what happened to pimp c never drink that lean
better hit the floor or be lured in to the dungeon off the notorious war lord
scuffle and lose stuck with tools by my dudes my hands on the sword
a different dialect you wanna workout on a stretcher you'll stretch
take pride in riding on your crew taken captive numbers were dividing
diving in the plush rides at the sounds of the sirens faces masked no sightings
who's hiding catch them sleeping at hideouts planning our fates
fists connect to faces feet scramble at the fastest paces
through windows they thrown for their wives to remain widows alone
belly full keep my cool and still beat a fool popping shit with a bar stool
horrific head pain the cops came after we flamed and some witnesses dropped our names
still we survived a certain thing is a damn thing hasn't changed
assanate snakes like old Abe escape car a blue lincoln burning rubber in the rain
electric friction can you describe my precision?
or cope with your hands broke can't use the tv remote
control your coach sore losers without hope
get shut down stun down my sons move with no sounds
picture the god without a guard shining diamonds in his gold crown

a brand new decade and yes lil trick we still in it
with flows infinite like the universe width, lil bitch
id whip your bitch with raw hide before id give it to her raw guy
trust me i aint your fall guy, and i will not apologize
at least not before i call my, air strike like its my Call of Duty
you Fruity faggots get some .45 Pebbles all in your booty
im a killa thats serial, should put my face on boxes of cereal
not just police bulletin boards, i smell the sweat full in your pores
i stay fullin these whores wit da dick, fullin these boys wit a clip
and to my lil mama im fully yours so close your ears to the shit
they wanna drown u with sewage when u should be down with the truest
well i dont speak Bitchanese but in face pounding im fluent
they dont want me to communicate my feelings
cuz ill send em a message by leavin their face peeling
really what the fuck kind of Good Book was they reading?
ill interrupt their satan soul feeding wit an infra red beaming *BLAM*

I be killing shit while my minds willing it
got dope lines all up in my blood flow kid
so step away if you want to live another day
for the curious, got murders on my resume
none of these is filler, murk anyone stepping
just freestyling at the same time repping
myself, got so many damn rhymes
don't know what to do with my mind
best believe when I die they'll clone me
I.Q.s higher then Einsteins be
or was, don't matter, catch friction
this rapping stuff's got to be an addiction
gotta make myself stop rapping
now I think I'll stop while laughing

laughin at these bastards tryna knock me off the gravy train
droppin bows bringin plenty pain to u jackass fuckin fairys man
fuck slangin caine i aint tryin to see them metal bars bastid
id rather leave that to u dumb asses and hit u wit the pump after
call me a crumb snatchin bitch hittin grip gettin lil villain
aint no gun flashin big mouth twinkie faggot with cream filling
got that red beam aimin to put your brain on the ceiling
got the black metal solution to all the pain you say you been feeling

the kids known like ancient ruins in Rome hard to find like artifacts
no profiiting off the phrophet scroll verses are visual
crow-bars left emcee's with fractured skulls
so when they departed they seemed retarted
cars bombed by j muhhammad ya'll martyr's once engines started
you just dust flying what remains is a head crowned and a cold heart
freestyle official never miss you with the missle
he was listed as John Doe once he was the target signaled
flip you off stage to a head crack landing all u saw was blood tissue
thug issues for life drive-by's on your turf that stormy night
you lead paint sick but the hooks i threw all rights
my spots reserved so even tennis bitches get served
i don't talk to ghetto birds heads full of weave wearing fake furs
leave you off track your brakes failed and you swerved

ayo, I be doing shit based off'a twitch
try n kid around and get bombed quick
done had many scenarios that caused trouble
looked through rubble to feel my thoughts crumble
and I got a'bunch of problems knee deep
and if you pray enough you might see these
got many solutions, all involve violence though
not looking to serve, just tryin to get known
cause this be a dog eat dog world
and don't get shit twisted, my shirt ain't got swirls
step too much I'ma knock heads till they twist off
hit so damn much folks cough

I got a whole tool box to patch and fix rap
open it up and see your soul glow,
you take a liken to my shit like the suitcase from pulp fiction
so its only right that i deliver nothing but facts
i dont want you to feel it, i want you to witness percussion caps
explosive, the headphones are sonar, shake your new eras off
take you to a new era where money aint the sheriff
withstand the hits of a boxing champ with wits
fight to the death, ears are getting bit
at the rate of sega genesis
times a chessboards square
you see the light? behold the mic's glare

i leave the cipher in a ring of fire, coming with the mechanics
mother boards and wires, talking about clothing, cars, and flow i past it
with a gust flow, tornado, cyclone, talking past heatrocks
that keep your mind in a sauna, dont even try to holla
no point, keep restraint builld like a lone wolf
and practice like bodhidharma, up in the silent mountain
i call it an island, where i live making bombs
calling it the manhattan project

chronic smoking exhaling smoke through rings of fire
blinging was never my desire but i'd rob some emcee's i admired
hired to disgrace any face that shows up at home base
my jame blaze and your characteristics will make ya'll statistics
that shot you bricked it off aim all who tied to blackmail, and frame where found maimed
rap game owner tax em like the irs for not knowing the steez of J.T.S.
tripping to not see me slipping from stress my queen rubbing where my heart rests
online i'm the web page pest updated mess stay in tune for the test

wheres my destionation?
my estimation, imma blow up no detonation,
let my lines get signed like the decloration
whos next for hatin, the cops investigation,
tryin to find my next location, violation probation
as im waitin so patient, this aggrivation , layin out these blue prints. im ridin in new whips where u cant see thru tints, ill have ya fast asleep, u drawlin, i make a masterpeice, i use my hand i dont blast the peice, but my quickness is like a sickness that will last for weeks.