Official Freestyle Thread

Yo tsunamni styles,verses too wild,secrets not told,human man-child,M.C.s fold,guns fired,hitmen hired,cars hot wired,never too tired,bed-time,no-time,here comes show time,get me no time,lyrics too strong ryhme,seeds sowed,M.C.s mowed,skills showed,lyrics throwed,dirty hoes,rhymes killing,styles illing,hundred pound billing,fuck one shelling,hot shit selling,get a beating,from hot rap teaching,people not reaching,basket-ball winner,invite me to dinner,only a winner,lyrics profiling,cut faces smiling,shashing plates,breaking glasses,kicking arses,fucking up the place,shashing peoples face,coming to an end,when I press SEND.

im distorted....by all that is reported...
immigrants.....are still straight deported...
we at war with a ghostfaced town....
soldiers are still going down....
mothers are still getting aborted..
planes are still getting boarded...
who supports the shit you recorded..
strike guitars with shit correctly chorded...
in the middle of the night
i just might..
take a flight ...
to a place I like...
just might...
Dip on this world..... before I...
spit on this song..going like i was dead wrong
but its to late ...im stuck here... full of hate
next plan is to make my mind desipate....
very little hesitation and haste...
i cut and i paste...
i know... i realize my place...
its right here and right now...
the beats and the sounds...
so i might as well give it a pound...
so lets crack this blunt ...i dont want to front..
this economy has made me tuff...blaze
where i stay.... yes i need a puff...
can you feel my rage
this might seem cold... like the ice age....
this might seem like a book.... so turn the page....
we are locked in this cage...
guided by the powers to devour....
young girls get deflowered....
yes this is the sours...
we must love what we adore....
and its not a turk in the corner store...
ready to sell any monkey a bannana....
ill storm and ill stamp you....
this world is ours...
with a leader ready to lead the blind....
get in line .....ready to make this cat money...
but when there is a storm ...who is ready to come threw...
not you bush....you are the penis between us......
ready to thrust... every man with his hand out...
fuck you and this war ... bring my brothers back...
sitting on your texas plantation...
but treat us like haitians........
i know its a fast pace nation....
but you aint facing our struggle ....
the only thing you have is a muzzle...
on every man with a real issue...
dont get mad cause i nudge you...
or spit on your shoe...
you havent a clue...
on what it takes ....
to make a man a man....
your dad made you the fag your are...
keep staring at the stars.....
i hope you the stars shower and burn you on your lips...
cause i hate the shit you spit.....

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Originally Posted by Ballad Ballistik

im distorted....by all that is reported...
immigrants.....are still straight deported...
we at war with a ghostfaced town....
soldiers are still going down....
mothers are still getting aborted..
planes are still getting boarded...
who supports the shit you recorded..
strike guitars with shit correctly chorded...
in the middle of the night
i just might..
take a flight ...
to a place I like...
just might...
Dip on this world..... before I...
spit on this song..going like i was dead wrong
but its to late ...im stuck here... full of hate
next plan is to make my mind desipate....
very little hesitation and haste...
i cut and i paste...
i know... i realize my place...
its right here and right now...
the beats and the sounds...
so i might as well give it a pound...
so lets crack this blunt ...i dont want to front..
this economy has made me tuff...blaze
where i stay.... yes i need a puff...
can you feel my rage
this might seem cold... like the ice age....
this might seem like a book.... so turn the page....
we are locked in this cage...
guided by the powers to devour....
young girls get deflowered....
yes this is the sours...
we must love what we adore....
and its not a turk in the corner store...
ready to sell any monkey a bannana....
ill storm and ill stamp you....
this world is ours...
with a leader ready to lead the blind....
get in line .....ready to make this cat money...
but when there is a storm ...who is ready to come threw...
not you bush....you are the penis between us......
ready to thrust... every man with his hand out...
fuck you and this war ... bring my brothers back...
sitting on your texas plantation...
but treat us like haitians........
i know its a fast pace nation....
but you aint facing our struggle ....
the only thing you have is a muzzle...
on every man with a real issue...
dont get mad cause i nudge you...
or spit on your shoe...
you havent a clue...
on what it takes ....
to make a man a man....
your dad made you the fag your are...
keep staring at the stars.....
i hope you the stars shower and burn you on your lips...
cause i hate the shit you spit.....

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spark a el and tell me whats real...

words reveal a verbal mental meal
resentful appeal converse while conceal
procrastinate delay rescuing the people
as suits well tailored clothe those of the evil
they smirk eating people as natures wrath seals
the poor fates wading in sewage water waste
a hotter place physical states in shock with shakes
the media mocking takes places condemned with chaotic snakes
watch and wait they'll use this to pass laws for freedoms to take....

Yo Rebel style hard,leave people charred,lyrics getting barred,But doesn't care,always battle fair,rhymes not shared like 128 M.B. shared graphics memory,is only cheap,and a pile of heap,fluffy sheep,ryhmes to deep,to make sense,but make leap fence,my style is hence,the stupid sentence,going at 12:30 P.M. to hit the basket ball court,freestyle comes in only one thought,no battles won lost or fought,my skill level nought,doesn't make sense,because I'm high like pie in the sky,I think I could fly maybe one day,someday,none day,yayyay,forget rebel style changed to mental hospital style,I'm really relaxed,my plans have been axed,and I'm death certificate faxed,minus the tax,I'm finishing now I don't know how but I think wow!

Frogs, logs, and dead hog corpses left on enforcers porches
Retailiate high noon..watch nuns oppose my forces
Tha Game i'm not in it for tha fortune i give those in this unfortunate struggle a portion
After me seeds survive tha abortion, On tours torchin' mics..black knight extortion
One day it'll all make sense greedy corporations expect tha expense
I get out of order like a bi-polar persons mood swing, when i can't pay rent
Homelessman hiking mountains sent to represent his sound
Walkin', sparkin' dangerous grounds, cave-in tha underground
Poundcake niggas courtesy of Sara Lee, tha best baker in town

let me freestyle in the meanwhile people dying in miles and miles of submerged denial victims with wrinkled flesh neglected and left alone similar to the children living in the drug free zones where drugs are commonly known family providers smoking bones angry voice tones domestic violence cloned consider whats being done think of new orleans as a child raised in the city with an urban welfare style parents together then split up for a while drugs accessible easily one can get tired and submerse into a numb world of vile non existance becomes ones conscious as hit after hit they become nauseous the child in that home absorbs nonsense self esteem is lost parents never show-up to parent teacher conferences cost souls are tainted and tossed into society vices who's paying these prices?? a nation in crisis from natural violence disaster confines when monkeys are silenced Bush is a tyrant delivering speeches smirking and smiling as families are torn apart dying children born are crying stop lying to yourself and start climbing!!!!

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Originally Posted by bigben

let me freestyle in the meanwhile people dying in miles and miles of submerged denial victims with wrinkled flesh neglected and left alone similar to the children living in the drug free zones where drugs are commonly known family providers smoking bones angry voice tones domestic violence cloned consider whats being done think of new orleans as a child raised in the city with an urban welfare style parents together then split up for a while drugs accessible easily one can get tired and submerse into a numb world of vile non existance becomes ones conscious as hit after hit they become nauseous the child in that home absorbs nonsense self esteem is lost parents never show-up to parent teacher conferences cost souls are tainted and tossed into society vices who's paying these prices?? a nation in crisis from natural violence disaster confines when monkeys are silenced Bush is a tyrant delivering speeches smirking and smiling as families are torn apart dying children born are crying stop lying to yourself and start climbing!!!!

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B.B. is the illest!

'Empiricist' Your 'Theory' Will-be-NOT Beating me So yea..'Invalid'/
You Wont 'Experience it', Like Your 'Mic Cheque', When you 'Cashed it!'/
I was gonna 'write This Ryhme'.. But like Jay-z 'Empiricist' Stole My 'Blueprint'/
'Ctrl+C' + 'Crtl+V' There ya go dunny, At least i Taught you how To Use it!!/
Only Time 'Empiricist' be 'Bashing Skulls' Is when the 'Peices' Of the 'Puzzle-Dont-Fit'
'Injected' yourself With 'Smack' Would be the 'Only-Way' Your Gonna get 'Dope-Hits!'/
He Trys to 'Wipe Shit' All he Gets is 'ASS' Cause he 'Cant Drop'/
'Even Strains' Sorry for the Mental Picture, 'Butt' Finally 'THAT ONE PLOP!'/
You Couldnt 'Punch a Line' If you Were Hitting on the 'Heart Monitor'/
only Reason you 'Pretended to Be Hot' was so the Nurse Brought 'On the Thermometer!'/
You 'Represent The BLock?' Or the 'Peice of Stone' in your Garden 'Cemented'/
EMP Is 'Simply-Not-Legend', Got Fucked, and 'Left-Here-Pregnant!!'/

not really a freestyle but i aint making a thread for it.

you can never start climbing these mountains of hard rhyming
darts flying from the summit with on the mark timing
flashback to bloody times, rockin muddy tims
faggots wit funny rhymes walk hot coals wit bloody shins
bitch please, just leave, like Arnie he'll be back
with a can of ass whoopin and a lil league bat
don't make me open it, potent shit
not like your weed that fakes be smokin it
lips taste like smoke and dick, don't kiss that bitch
sooner make the pussy flip than be pussy whipped
whip that bitch, put her to work now
any if anyone try to cut in, watch em get merked BLAOW

aint makin a thread for it
trade it in at the ATM and get you some head for it
metaphoric missiles mash mothafuckas potatos
vegetable ass herbs get juiced like tomatos
AYO!!! KATO!!! on some crack head shit
part ya skull down the middle on some crack head shit
with the bat heads split, theres no question
hoes flexin, i serve they salad wit no dressin
shine fluorescent, nuff to give you skin cancer
hit bastids and shake em down, the muddy tims dancer

word enhancer mental lances cause cancer
subliminal "they live" orders you answer
shrap ben and james climb the ladders
to elevate over the idiotic chatter
call me the 700 pound idea implantor
hideous slander big palm face slappers
chased with laughter as cheeks turn redder
ego's get teethered..watch out he's taking a header!!
draped in an over sized sweater thinking he's better,
these chickens get plucked and feathered,
during the hottest of sunny weather fakers wearing leathers,
facades as fake as pleather dimwits die together

Im the word enhancer ...panty romancer...
Yell outloud but you still cant get a bouncer...
You Got the question, yes i am the answer...
prance on your grave, like i was a dancer...
cats got burned.... cause i drive a lancer....
i just smoked you.. still aint got the cancer...
i lace the track... cause i am the lacer..
i run quick...much like a racer...
like a criminial ready to erase ya...
mush your face if i dont taste ya..
step out of place and ill place ya..
removing your face.. as i face ya...
try to run this race and ill race ya...

My lines of death chalk trace tha frames of these fools chasing fame
mask on before i face tha dames that wouldv'e placed tha blame
Bodies drop like rain water once i go out of order
Pop their pops then screw their daughters
I hit arenas and show slaughter when i flow harder
If beef is ya order prepare for takeout, or just breakout
Move faster wit tha blade out, stab ya brain (blaow!)
Styles are idolized my mind-state giant size, rap vandals fly
In tha sky sighting under lighting meditating before writing
I spit on train-tracks, and electrify tha rails
Shockin' battles in hell, if i fail tha victor gets their head chopped off by skale
Big Ben punches through tha stomach of Uncle Sam's whale

bigben steadily clockin 10.0 up on the richter
king james suffocate suckas wit stacks of scriptures
thats when the shrapnel hit ya, shred ya ass to pieces
scrap your thesis and use it to wipe my ass of feces
our cypher been years long, a billion beers strong
you choke on the sack just like a queer's thong
dicks get strangled, no homo I garotte you
hope you got a gas mask, else ima smoke you-
out, choke you out, blood soaked in one bout
pissin blood out, you hope you run out
and pass out, so you won't feel the pain
when i punch through ya skull and steal ya brain
keep it real, you lame, so don't act dope, dummy
rock you in ya face... yo why is ya nose runny
bleedin all out ya face, get put in a tight yoke
leave you wit less braincells than Haiti got white folk
fuckin faggot!

oh shit, i almost fforgot.

memory aint the same llike it used be.../
the remedy is Sicka than aidz so shut up an follow me.../
shit,...yeah, wu corpse the shiz.../
anotha cat comin up

fuck, im bakedd

12 minutes lol

fuck, shit was hot..fya fya...

yo,yo,yo

this thread sucks, maybe its just me.../

i got shit to say.

PeaCeP

who hold more weight than skale, be more king than james
or rise tall like ben, and still blast u out the frame
insane, the way knowledge drops on the forum
like texas, u need a stray jacket to hold em,
shorties we scold em, school em and mold em
we got that midas touch they way it be golden
be hold then....
the way i spreed wisdom like seeds from johnny apple
ur mind sparks but it still cant grapple,
false facts i stomp on and trammple
no scarcity in wit, my vocab is so ample
i served niggas a full meal wiht only a sample

fuck yeah!!!^ that was dope

fuck a mic, i flow on keypads,
hit down sohard my fingas need rehab
fuck what u got, its about what we have,
i aint john and i dont need to see cash
aint in the nba, but i pass on that shit like steve nash,
i get mines when i want, u need to believe that
fuckin mice niggas always askn where the cheese at
aint never come through in the clutch, cuase u chokin where u breathe at
suck so much, u need to investe in knee pads,
takin all thier business, u gonna make all the ho's MAD

return to the temple
of darts i considered my momemnto
the shit i'm into is non but murda
the Irish folk hero Ohera
i'm ready for guerra bring the fuckin pain
i sho do pour when i rain on yo terrain
is insane ridiculously vicious
never confused constant wit decission
i blast always wit precission never missin
i zoom like dr. doom / you the maids so i asume to keep dissin
now listen to the rhythm i wrote
and let me finish by puttin 2 in ya throat.

YO YO

Who the fuck yall waiting for?

I bring the time back to 1984 Before the day I'm born
Million marchin in to settle the score swingin swords
I set to make a name for myself before I'm concieved
Believe that I'm the first one spawned upon need
A soldier raised since a seed ready to take the Lead
Whats rightfully ours is what I set out to retrieve
Indeed THIS CHILDS A WARRIOR, A DYING BREED
Judgement Days upon us all those take HEED
In a world filled with hate greed and corruption
I'll end their pitiful existence with such abruption
They'll vanish from the earth like alien abductions
THE ONE NAMED GOLDEN CHILD CANT TOUCH HIM

Final hours comin nigguhz

I'm at war wit Lords can u dig it graves for their bodies, shotties, and mic cords
More money wars us poor warriors ready for tha fall of Babylon for tha cause ya'll
Her laws crooked like St. ides special brew in slum l.q.'s sold to you
Keep it true i triumph over crews that iv'e chewed, fists left gums bubbled
Crack 40 onces on the head of bouncers, Barney niggas get found in rubble
I'm troublesome, young, and tipsy off tha rum.. rumblin' for fun
Break both of his hands so he can't grab his gun
Sun-shine snatcher wit tanned skin christ's kin
Holdin' blades having illusions thinkin' ya skins bread slicin' champs in hoods again
When tha wind blows my flow becomes rapid, emcee's flee like rabbits
I'm bad as my habits wit no shame i got m.v.p. game
My mobb in the range spittin' deep slang..bitch fuck tha fame
Dames bless me wit out of control brains in tha whip switchin' lanes
Exhale tha Mary Jane out tha nostrils remove the chain off my kneck like tonsils

Your highest qualified mic assasin dashin
through a nasty beat sweet unique speech craftsman
blast laser ask questions later I disintegrate a imitator
I made a army of monstas with razor chompas
haunt ya dreams it seems that your reality
is my next fatality you scream......
Dont hit the history eraser button, you must be buggin
to pull the plug on the universe reverse the first
hundred billion years? well yeah buddie steer clear
my bandits got proton cannons damagin your atmosphere
your baddest fear is no longer science fiction
you dont want friction Im dishin some shit you cant envision
dimension wanderer on a mission armed with the super noggin
knockin storm troopers outa the box for poop talkin..bitch!

Feedback please.

"Barney niggas get found in rubble"

That shit had me dying

no way, i just did a freestyle on another forum an i said "wak u with the bad like a fred flintsone on crack....actuallly i was gonna save it. im glad i read that shit, fya!

thats a trip

genuine state of the art mind.../
one of a kind,..Aidz designs mad rhymes in a minute's time.../
luvs pussy so keep an eye on that dyme.../
fuck that,...she's mine.../
anyways,..u aint buildin with that weak shit.../
break u like a model bridge made of toothpicks.../
watch me dig out this bitch,..pop my head out in china.../
kick u in the vagina,..you cant a rhyma...you work in a diner.../
fuck a one liner,..your shits minor compared to my something? i unno

im out

Yo, peep the coordinates, sent by tha deepest vocalist
Narcs can't handle the amount of dope in this
Lifetime narration, testemony for da phony
Show thee stony ass technology like Sony
Eternity of a mural, rapidity of a squirrel
Snakes on tha wrong track, lost their headz in a spiral
Not a miracle, the substance in ya head was spread
Started to effect, conquered ya body, broke ya neck
Couldn't inspect shit, all tha evidence invisible
Sound spectrum sumwhere between analog and digital
Megabytes collapsed, all ya data pack blew up
Time for nu shot, and I woke ya fucking crew up
Trip to da source of life, u can only live twice
To really settle down this everyday strife
U got ya nine, plus tha forthcoming cake
I got my rhymes, fuck tha release date!!!

My frames cross nailed bleedin' bloodpaths my fans follow tha trail
Grab me up then we sail out to see lands that promote diversity
Under seige emcee's locked in chains are freed
Tis' tha season to spark trees, and bust in a bitches weave
Webs above heads from tha spider fed belly full of daddy long legs
Rhymes plague ya illest threads off wit cha' head keep it gully dead
Junk-yard gangs get blamed runnin' wit jug-heads snatchin' spaghetti chains
Fortune and fame hunter my raps truck heavy courtesy of Tonka
My gums bonka tha bubble spittin' monster, and rocket dart launcher
Chomp ya slow vocals blow holes in ya belly-roll sawed-off shottie flow
stand-in soldier stance then rain-dance incoming storm God mayhem
Satan blaze em' wit spits i kicked tales from tha crypt
Runnin' wit Gremlins grimy ugly kids that lick-shots
Hammer ya block obssesion 4 givin' knots hear tha hard knocks

Remaining anonymous..like origions of the obulist
these pagan remains shape days..of apocolypse
where words contain..the deadiest of toxic strains
viral compounds..sprayed in air waves
planes spiralin' down
With impact of a sledge smack.. explosions that spread shrap
metal fragments across maps
the lost facts
travel burried in capulary veins..arteries carryin' gains
of wisdom... to brains of victems
to many heads left dead to list em
Angel of death kissed em..we'll miss em

Cock back my strongest dart and blow it through your brain
you feel pain, deranged
make the sucka be insane
and as the blood stream now starts to be thickened
you get scroogy and greedy like that bokk from charles dickens

Heavy Metal Mack my punches flatline ya wolf pack
Smack, and bruise smooth emcee's then i move back
Shoes wallies on tha Harley bike s.o.s.(shoot on sight)
Prison escapist hangin' government agents put em' wit Reagan
Flagrant speakin' .. shook rappers get thrown of beacons
Stompin' deacons pulpit assault head-split toss in tha salt
Malt liquior sipper whiskey drinkin' drunken ninja
Acrobatic style flipper, bad bitch bender ask Melinda
End ya career wit tha rear view mirrior shot
Splatter ya bloot-clots u jump out tha car caught on tha onslaught

fire as usual james...


the crime-master Six bringin' straight rhyme disaster
dope line catcher like i lived in Hollywood
men is mice and they followin' me like the one Jesus Christ
uncatchable villian fingerprints burnt off from squeezin' mics
im a blood spillin', phat track fillin' puffin' down the Phillies, always chillin'
so whats the dilly? a quick free for my B's on wucorp
we all immortal wit words we a sick lyricist cohort
do this for fun, fuck the industry blood-sport
for that reason im the illest in short, but my times up so i gotta teleport


peace

a man of the temple a deciple of the rhyme
blow shit like iraq only rubbish u will find
after u search for mcees and only one thats remanins
is RockD flowin like the shit thats in his veins
much to gain non to loosae i leave it all in the style
i get shit recked savage i go wild
sesile the rock is here to stay never movin
never sway only up no down thats wat i'm persuin
wat ya'll brewin this aint beer so disapear
RockD spit some hard rock rum u cant handdle this right here
always clear so u can u nderstand the funk
and smell it , and like lil jon get krunk
i'm the ice berrg that the titanic it sunk
i cut life into peaces or umight call em chunks

the words swerve and strike vital nerves wit tha force of icebergs
And light birds i attract gorgeous dime in furs
Visions blurred.. taste these delicious, yet vicious verbs
Still reign in audio even if my speech is slurred
i hit ya curb and carve ya frame, cameras snap-shots of u slain no brain mc's rhymin' plain
a legend like K-a-n-e i'm battle friendly u can bring any rapper i make em' envy
Peace rock D let's murder these carbon copy cats wit bars sloppy
Matrix armies couldn't top me..keys cannot unlock my mind's safe
Beware of apes that'll bang ya face how ya blood taste?
I can't weight to tour and bomb tha 52 states like Kuwait
Straight spittin' hittin' unseeable targets
Well i'm off to smoke tha cannibus then get retarted

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Originally Posted by james

the words swerve and strike vital nerves wit tha force of icebergs
And light birds i attract gorgeous dime in furs
Visions blurred.. taste these delicious, yet vicious verbs
Still reign in audio even if my speech is slurred
i hit ya curb and carve ya frame, cameras snap-shots of u slain no brain mc's rhymin' plain
a legend like K-a-n-e i'm battle friendly u can bring any rapper i make em' envy
Peace rock D let's murder these carbon copy cats wit bars sloppy
Matrix armies couldn't top me..keys cannot unlock my mind's safe
Beware of apes that'll bang ya face how ya blood taste?
I can't weight to tour and bomb tha 52 states like Kuwait
Straight spittin' hittin' unseeable targets
Well i'm off to smoke tha cannibus then get retarted

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ILL LIKE WHAT YOU DID WITH THE PLACE...

Broke the door with my tounge sharp like a double edge sword that killed bill, two lines into it and I'm already break'n bones with my lyrical words of steel. Stainless and painless was my aim sharp like a double agent's golden eye, threw the fatal fly'n guilotine head chop'n blood stop'n cut that killed ya funky like a superfly. Fuck this thread cause when I return my nick name will be Dennis, cause on all levels of your mentality I'll blast thought visions of reality like a wu tang menace.

I Dont Break Bed ..if It Aint 200 Hundred A Day...
Im The Player Ready To Stay...
I Dont Write These Rhymes Cause Im Ready To Play...
I Need This Money ....so Damn Bad It Aint Funny...
Leaving Rabbit Cats Laid Out Like Bunnies...
I Always Feel My Chick ..cause She Is The Hunnies...
Im Ballad Ballistik...ready To Get Your Wrist Slits..
You Only Wish You Could Make My Last Hits....
Making Kats Stand Proper Like Flower Tips...
As You Sip From Your Brew ....you Only Wish You Had A Crew....
About To Do What I Already Dun...like Pun
Ready To Bury You Without A Gun...
And I Do This For Fun....
Lyrical Content That Causes Much Repent...
Damn Did You Get My Message Cause I Know Its Sent...
I Know Its Got Your Week Ass Neck Straight Bent....
Ballad Ballistik.. Fuck Aroun Get Wrist Slit ....over.
Some Kat Tell Me How My Flow Is Going..
Damn I Need Validation.....