Official Freestyle Thread

wrath cascades as the lamp flickers
staring down at the flames, we're cast inward
consumed in it's vast innards, came together
like zippers 'n craft sissors..
mad glitter 'n fat strippers, wetbacks 'n grass clippers
we all left in here now, every last sinner
since God had the map figured, 'n twisted the granite up
went from cavemen to kids on a transit bus
now our lives are endangered as panda cubs
you come'n step in my lane ima slam you couz
dissapearing in clouds of organic buds
once i leave ya mind blown to volcanic dust

was it all a dream?

last night as i was making a beat
i heard outside, the noise of a crazy cyclist i didnt want to meet
so i went to the window, pulled back the curtain
didnt look for a bike, it came from the satellite i was certain
next thing i know was more weird for example
i heard the sound of a door slam 4 times like repeated very fast in a sample
if a satellite can project noises in to your brain then god damnit
i must be special so when i grab the mic i gotta slam it

spells of hate in my typin'
make your body elevate on horizons
as ya limbs get separated like hyphens
blood be sprayin like a break in the hydrant
cauterized before your placed in confinement
authorized to kill, my face on the license
you's an indian that's facin the whitemen
strive for genocide in satan's alliance
team be tyrants slidin blades in ya iris
runnin thru you like a lace into eyelets
ima nuke you, overtaking the pilot

comic con killers addicted to zombies & Godzilla
imitation Satan facing blood crazing forsaken crusaders
I spawn battling Damien & Jacob
Your crew another boy band destine to break up
like herbs for a batch a brownies im about to bake up
your hallucinogenic my bio chemic forensic detection
detects you use of mescaline with over dosing testaments
of written evidence, nigga you trippen wit wut you represent
your inner spirit is possess so ill perform the exorcist, angelic forces resurrects
protect you neck as I smash down with my iron fist I rep da most official yet

heart of lion inside my chiseled chest
draggin they souls thru abysmal depths
bringin hammers down, like the judicial bench
in the trench, get'cha jersey initials drenched
if ya stremf is artificial as crystal meth
twistin simple heads, watchin their gristle stretch
slittin necks, broken bottles of triple sec
gunpowder pistol stench, it effects my nostrils
makes me hostile, when shit ejects the nozzle
ya dead as fossils, ive slid thru more obstacles
than johnny knoxville..

yo imagine hypothetically speaking
you caught the white scottish geek who spied on you through satellites this weekend
you dissed him for being in the scottish government
he ran satellites that could alter thoughts and other shit
what would you do to him?
i'd jack up on steroids and batter him for being slim
english should laugh at scottish thinking they are better than them
scottish pride? fuck that i kill you and get drunk with english men
freestyle master your a fucking glasweigian shite
your lyrics are fucking bullshit and you got a record deal when you were 16, right?
Respek BA doesnt need a Beat-Box cus he Free-Hot
you Freestyle-Hot? nigga you probably get smacked alot
now who in they right mind want to diss me again?
life mc is a faggot who thinks his lyrics come from planet Xen

you better relocate to a different state rise of the apes
at my best killing the planet then outer space
taste buds dull son your out of taste my 38 out of waist
your walking pace fast beware incoming hate blast
no contenders can contend..no tender cats in my weight class
these rappers so broke they hate cash..rip off they casts
kicking like a mad horse mustang hooves in that ass
punctured cracks keep it crackin' with stacks
strapped for the wrath gloves in glass
bombs and brass and the longest laugh
staff stability to leave you stapled in stables
dialect drakula's are left disabled
your vacation is permanent you living ornament
condition on the mint fly shoes for the sprint
i invent what makes them vent
i promise suspense a common gesture to knock your head you lose sense

ayo
each time i recite a poem, mics is blowin
dyin slow in eroding lime oceans, with eyes open
exposed to the cries, groans 'n spines broken
each time that a line's spoken..
aint no doubt in ya mind that mine's potent
mufuckas be gettin they vitals chopped
lyin frozen, enclosed 'em inside a block
of solid ice, like panties i slide 'em off
vaulted hieghts, 'n watch 'em drop
til they shatter across the block
charlie manson, ill stop ya clock
if i spot'cha like gobs of pox

Divide & conquered men perfectly orchestrated like violins
Decapitate the head of leviathan & lying men
Feast on hearts of lions in lion dens
Iron in hand for tyrants & clans who rival disciples & fam
Bibles & Assault rifles are vital in survival plans
Dead on arrival we bang took the title & ran, acquired new land
Plant the flag in their sands with platoons I command
Creating casualties with enough explosive for my battle needs
Black ops & info red beams, Assault & batter teams
Rattle & splatter dreams, famine feeds greed so we gather green
Then overthrow your majesty

i type this as the government put more satellites in the sky
i took one look outside and saw some moving and asked myself why
i know that my transformations completion is inevitable
but they want to eat me like my consciousness is edible
the government have tricks up their sleeve
to mess with my head till it bleeds
i have no idea where i will end up son
but i know its gonna be dope and ill smoke a fat blunt

rae, hows that for the gang land sound
how funny its gone all cloudy now...

outside on the garden wall was a face looking like tazmania
every attack the government do on me is listed as a symptom of schizophrenia
tighten your neckbrace you piece of shit
bullshit mainstream artists crafting hits get smashed to bits
i hate you like the mental health act
your mothers pussy looks like a dead rat
slow down, feel my pain, get the low down
soon blood will spill in the final showdown

[QUOTE=$inista;2149107]Divide & conquered men perfectly orchestrated like violins
Decapitate the head of leviathan & lying men
Feast on hearts of lions in lion dens


speechless!

water weapon battle the night light glisten off my saddle
before i jump in were thumping angel head stuck with arrows
morning travel after fish and grits spit like clips
stole the spices out the shop along with the chips
i split poles abandon all bad luck myth's
the S. in J.T. stands for scientist but no label signing this
shit extortion contracts could mean a life of darkness
i'm like a bomb adding more mayhem to the crisis
god's image and likeness what creator can apply this
the therapy writer the style got me stipends
i'm just pending like a case ending with the grace
cause your going to see the pound like a dog pound chase

bold addresses to scattered streets,
mold attachments, data beamed on battered screens
promote blathering Kings over craftsmen and priests,
I am the gold gathering in flowing beats
snipers cornered on rubble-filled beaches,
manipulate steel breeches,
lose concealed pins to reveal kingpin positions
loose leaves and ink pens,
inhale the evil stench of my released clips
my screams sink sea cliffs,
an avalanche of speech spit on beat riffs

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

speechless!

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props yo i be seeing you too


Get buried under my binaries vast vocabulary, words I carry a cerebral dictionary, obituaries varies, No cemeteries for you or your various adversaries, we engage in a hurry get tossed off the ferry, bodies found floating in a estuary last February, invade your sanctuary, leave you leaking seeking refuge in monasteries, no worry, we’re mercenaries trust we scary, connected to revolutionary dignitaries to overrun judiciaries if necessary, you can get done for less then pennies, empty a clip into your belly better yet wrapped in a hefty trapped in a trunk while I gas up at Getty, a 20 gallon tank engulfed in flames can be a very deadly recipe, food for the worms & the centipedes