Official Freestyle Thread

Useless abuses, confused toothless
Bitch whip fags, click is Shit Bag
Fo' life, trife type butta knife sliced
Wifes, wived to ruined lives, fluent lies
Flies flyin' decomposed, trash exposed
Same bummy clothes, holes an' scuffs
Never givin' a fuck, touch scruffed
Tough love hurts, but fuck it works
Bloody ya shirt, dirty ya worth
Curse like a sailor, goin' over the rail or...
Jailor when I cop bail or, hail storm sleetin'
Hard to keep warm, with this cold beatin'
Sheetin' glacial flows, freezin' all who oppose
Dead in ya tracks...fuck, with Mack truck
Blazin' a path up, ya ass faster than Flash, what?

A'yo check it...

Get up on deck,
Here comes the infamous fermex
I perplex niggaz with my complex lyrical threats
I bust ma glass specs
when i'm having raw sex...with ya mom
I bomb her ass like i was in Vietnam
Camo painted don, I creep up on ya set
These rhymes look shifty like a murder suspect
My illogical mind sets the mass distractions
The Hip-Hop faction just laughs at my shit
I submit my thesis on my close nit wit
But i gotta prove nothing cause all of it's legit
Rappers freeeeeze up when i get lit
Up...and down, i be the renown
Take a blast of the bong, then i pass it all around
Never smoke caramel brown, son, that aint down
I laugh at fake MC's cos they're just clowns
First degree rated, I tease and make you say please
My rhymes are so cold they put ya'll in a deep freeze
You cant understand my words like i was chinese
Raps over now boy so get out before i reprise :satisfy:

Check, check,
obselete orhange fleet rolling 20 deep
Cowabunga head hunters gone wild in the streets
Swine eaters weep the pigs demise
, were vigilante spies
Tribes of the lost that floss,
and do driveby's on C.i.a. guys
Infinite supply of ammo
elephant gun on my side
as i ride through deserts on backs of camels
Camaflouged flannels, and fatigues
Crabs versus the bee's,
my God speeds intrique
Horns beep as we stick drivers in traffic
Robberies rapid, lynch fanatic,
cattlerope in my jacket
step tracking trackers get blown by dome clappers
Map ya teams lab,
surrounding pads, unleash the wild jags
Daggers stab bodies of gun totting hotties that know karate
Cocky cocksuckers get strangled slurping supper
Bloodsport funder, wet cha' terrain
then flee in a red flame hummer
ghetto gunner, state of mind thunders
If hip hop is dead i'll resserect her by next summer
clog ya pipes, crack ya lights,
the uncanny plumber
Catch a body dumper, undisputed thumper
Asian lady humper, 8 diagram lp bumper
The sire, stickup kids admire
Clones wired set em on fire
My shorty hates Pliers
Admire the tire jacker,
aka a rim stealer
Vaginal mc killer, blood on blood war spiller
dope track killer, burn ya head thriller
The realest hitman ripping
catching more bodies than bloods,
and crips cripping
Bitch ass rappers bitching
Can't carry on tradition
Spitting styles that split men
In half, artilery rebel psychopath
snatching dames from Dash
Pain in the ass assasin throwing foes
through glass
Snatch a dealers stash, hash, crack, and grass
Gasp the last breath of a vet murked by the dragnet
Weak spot kids found with snapped knecks
Next episodes of wu manual readers holding tec's
No more stress just holy effects
from the targets God blessed
decepticons i break their arms,
the armored pest

From ma warped mind -

Im the chief exonerator, For whom all of you accuse
I expess mad views which ya'll aint got clues
As to who...what...where or when
My rhymes hail from, storming straight from my pen
Rappers get battered cos they're adynamic
But my panoramic performance left them broke like ceramic
Plates that crashed and made bitches start a panic
I Burn them over like i was volcanic
But they come back for more, cos they think they're smart
And so they end up getting their shirt ripped apart
By my fermex heart, I battle MC's, then i slap their wicked smile
Right Off their face, cos they aint got no grace
In my presence, I embrace, all known forms of race
I got the patience of ghandi
Lyrical flexing is my modus operandi
My style is wild and i think ya'll agree
Tearing mics up, I be the beguiled emcee
Niggaz advocating my style which branches out like trees
Freestyle's over kid go and listen to your Jermaine Dupri CD :mmmyah:

Oh and i liked yer last verse J.T.S...keeping it hot like usual :hooray:

What u talk'in bout ain't nothing wrong wit me
I'm like a fresh diamond still hot an flawless
And all of my song's grity, like a dull blade you saw this
In a cold age i'm lawless, step to any nigga and throw shade
In places where light don't come, this phyco hums
the illest tune that filled yo nigga's tomb, sun cycle
Rise in the east when most the beef is born
On the set, by the west u know the weak is gone
Goons sleep but when the moon peaks its on
Bruce Lee and Kareem type classic brawls
Pistol Handles swing'in and jaws crack'in
After the bullets is spent they dash and fall
Bloody from naps to timbs and we all laugh'in
The eyes stuck open like plastic dolls, faces gashed and raw
This what you call clapp'in
Yeah you heard of that
Fuck think'in we put on the murder caps, teflon packs and work the gats
Hitman company let u know where the service at
Blow'in niggas out the rankin's wit old school spank'ins
This a young bruce bowen, i told you fakers
to fuck'in fluctuate yo crack flows, assholes
Yaw fucked now, i make crews roll for fool's gold now duck down
Call it a day, before u fuck up and fall away bleed'in
Cuz santa's packin Mac Tens this Holiday Season
Why panic, the witness gave my description as gigantic
But for the world's safety, any mission for me is titanic

Ya'll felt hostility, by my nobel ability
I swing swords with quick ninja agility
My verse has begun, incase ya'll didnt see
I rhyme smarter than a mensa member, times 3
Throw lyrics at ya, like a rock, dust chalk
Lines around ya body, So shut up and don't talk
When i speak, ya'll freak back to last week
My unique technique confuses ya'll like ancient greek
Everytime i rap it creates an explosion in my head
Ya'll dread to write props in this wicked thread
Never tread into my zone, homegrown ganja helps mics get blown
By my words that are universally widespread but unknown
To the masses, My insights spread over the land like ashes
While your shit verse crashes and splashes
I'm blind to your threats and not because i wear glasses

Unaware of where my destination is destined to be
The world plaqued with hate, hostility, and government made disease
Where can i seek shelter? the hoods helter skelter
My operations locked down 6 feet under
Po-po hindered my plans, then felt the stainless steel wrath
Targeted moving flash, got the whole squad on smash
On , and on math i add, then grab the calculator
Regarded as a regulator annihilator
Street orientator, the fake emcee hater
Players i injure in the paint, block em they fall, and faint
My mind they'll never taint, or clone
Born alone, die alone, never bow before a man on a throne
Gladiator with the chariot of fire rocking microphones
Beefs outbreak, so i stay armed while out late
Scientists cloning the man, while niggas watch making the band
hit gangs right where they stand, the planet full of scams
and schemes, do i what i gotta by any means, releasing
currents of steam

Study the cruddy, buddy hanger
Smash a mc with a guitar
Saw limbs as we spar
Leave ya'll in awe
Awesome godson second to Nas
Cross streets to defeat weak peeps
Feast on you pepridge farm sheep
Army deep you test we cheat
Hit em with shots cheap
put em to sleep, feeling relief from a leaf
Keep the lines brief, the hip-hop geek
With 4 eyes i see suckers who seek domination
Feel abominations from abnormal flows in the making
Shaking buildings, and labs
Too live for crabs, that need hip-hop rehab
The unforgettable wounds seen on frames we stabbed

You Can Call Me Adam Sandler The Black Foot... Stomp A Hole Iced Out Azz That Jack Frost Took... It Aint No Such Thing As Half Azz Crooks, You Scared To Def, You Scared To Look..you Hoe Azz Niggazz Walk Around Wit Pocketbook. Mas-scarea...hole Punch You Bitches Run Down Your Block...subway...yall Niggaz Transit... I Got Old Skool Transfers For You Mobile Azz Chumps... Like My Man Meth Say " I Came To Bring The Pain Hardcore From Brain" Yeah !!! Yeah !!!! Ha! Ha

The reign of the insane will soon begin
because it's quite plain, only I win
the battle lines are discreetly drawn
so the images produced leave you on the lawn
Mic Controller, Mystery Coder,
Mainly Cocky, Moody Cobra
I fear not your name nor the game
only if you can write beyond the same
the ladder and stairs now are theirs
step up abstractly to start to compare

aye yo,

i leave minds damaged like lungs from newports..
Black widow fucker, busting nuts in the fort..
Shots clear the courts, from the d.a. to the judge..
Prison insurgent, bomb the c.o.'s, watch em blow up..
Dickheads get your dough up, rhyme styles jigga ugly..
Fire on ya'll fuzzy headed hoes, and puppies..
Rather be hated than loved, only God can judge me..
Which means i judge myself, crack heads for sells..
Invade jails, twist el's, then spits propell..
Kick spells, sick tales, living larger than whales..
Kids yell once nailed, know pigs on my trail..
Living well in this hell, i refuse to fail..

Excuse me ya'll

It's the track tyrant bringing the iron-saga irony..
Manes thick, rollin' with my African fleet..
Rhymes dirty, and more rugged than bum feet..
Get a-round like slum freaks..
Something sleek, revolver week..
Mack-11 marriage, nine double m men..
Obselete emblem, i killed rin tin tin..
period blood colored tims..
Get off my dick friends..
play sims..catching bodies a trend..
Write til' the inks out the pen passion..
Gun stashing static addict..
Semi-auto god flows automatic..

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Welcome to the slaughter~house//
I'm tha lunatic that gotcha daughter's~spouse//
In tha backseat, next to my battle~axe//
With a video phone, so the world can see me rattle~jacks//
Brains, & leave his frame in the game room of chuck~e~cheese//
I aint sellin out like G-Unit Buck~CD's, fuck~the~fees//
So if anybody say i aint tha G~O~A~T//
Tell em it'll be tha last time they see~they~baby//