Official Freestyle Thread

Serious lyricist my fam insists that i need no assists when i spit..
My lips fully loaded clips..hit rivals no survival theyr'e dropping in pits..
Fags i finagle ice on their wrists, know my pockets are thick..
Slick talk hawk lyrics, possessed wit an omen, crackin' domes in..
Caliber chrome hymms..skin rugged like shark fins..
Spark when these emcee's barking..catch em sleeping while they double-parking..
Glock in the lap riding..rappers hiding catch Blanca moves were street fighting..
Wetting tracks deep diving..my theories phat like Viva G's low end..
Boa snakes boasting get blown when i fax ammo in em..

Sledge Hammer Pound Hard Onda Ground
Makin Da Earth Quake Tsunami Water Flood Deep In Da Town
Kingz Wit No Crown, Golden Sceptor Rap Slap Ya Wicked Smile 2 A Frown
Arm N A Leg Bound, 2 Da Punishment Post
Armies Get Roast From Da Flames Of Da Toast
Da Beast From Da Coast
Dat Show N Prove We Iller Than Most

aight quickly see the mic i clutch like vehicles touch switch gears on tracks i run laps
i destroy emcees cant avoid the path i bring rocks crumbles as debree
trumpets gain momentum the phantom on reality
best to have your ammo ready i blow spots body parts to confedi that mic out of order delight once i put raps together anytime of day get slayed

yo yo

know my name, an why iam hitten this game
in the future to see my name written in flames
simple n plain, dont strain or focus on the pain
keep tame, swish sickle your slain
french pickle poured over ya mamas grave
freestyle while i sharpen blades
inciting fighting against the evil n grey
frightning lightning stuns the shape of the day
iam paving the way for my Gs seeds players and main
men, were gonna be made men, flaming up crack dens
n smack pens , with strapped friends................fuck it i lost it....lol

End cha flow, blow ya smoke, dope out cha lungs
Rope the rhymes ya jotted down in books that cha didn’t even take looks at/
I’m next up to bat battling rats, squashing cats
It’s simply evident wit evidence/
Making me relevant expect more harder flows
Like those narcos done invaded my zone/
Never giving up names, gambling games throwing stones bagging bones
Wit haggler arms I Mary Magdalene hoes flow ascend past the present tense/
Representing my clan, my click, my FAM, my peeps
How you rep the street you from/
I wasn’t ever homeless held down my homies yes,
Now can we address sterner stuff/

iam reading lines with no flow, blow what smoke?
i,ll soak any dudes lyrical joke,then absorb n toke
dont provoke the unstopable glock poppable
ill get logical, topical, your shit be comical
whats wrong with you,take a sec or two
before you get dumped in a chrome lagoon
stay in tune with your beat if you bring heat
but if you dont, dont try n boast, cuz i roast roaches
then hoist them in a place with no choice
do what i say or end up dead n moist
i cant be bothered with this shit,this brother "missed the point"

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Originally Posted by sidious_katana

iam reading lines with no flow, blow what smoke?
i,ll soak any dudes lyrical joke,then absorb n toke
dont provoke the unstopable glock poppable
ill get logical, topical, your shit be comical
whats wrong with you,take a sec or two
before you get dumped in a chrome lagoon
stay in tune with your beat if you bring heat
but if you dont, dont try n boast, cuz i roast roaches
then hoist them in a place with no choice
do what i say or end up dead n moist
i cant be bothered with this shit,this brother "missed the point"

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Let’s get serious, ya shit wasn’t even sidious
It was more hideous than medusa’s head piece
You ain’t that ludicrous to be spitting wit this/
Whether I’m on my elementary spits or
Leaving you baffled by the way I linked it/
You’re on the brink of extinction kid
Don’t get cha self gassed just to extinguished/
I don’t claim to be the finest emcee on planet
I don’t claim to be the nicest emcee on the site/
Despite cha thoughts, oh they’re just blanks not warning shots
Don’t get caught throwing lousy darts that ain’t even sharp/
You can play and fiddle wit cha harp trying get in tune
My flow is already crooned and ready to zip, zam, zoom on you
Like this was some “Looney Tune” cartoon, c’mon make some room/
So what if “I Missed the Point” ya flow wasn’t that focused either
Don’t shoot criticism that can’t take back, so what I don’t like ya raps/
I wasn’t asking for you approval who the fuck are you to judge me
Didn’t cha hear 2Pac “Only God Can Judge Me” so leave me alone/
Stay in your lane and I’ll stay in mine so what if you don’t like what I spit
It’s not my fault your not fully equipped and you can’t think for shit
Peace I’m done wit lecturing you kid, back to ya seat, class is dismissed/

a bitch ass will get hit, not from my hands or my dick
but from a fat hollow tip, so get yo hands off my shit
tryna take somethin so im fryin a fake fuckin ho
stake fuckin bloodsuckin vampire ass bitches fo sho
them wired ass snitches get tied up when we ride up
throw em off a cliff, now you for real fly as fuck
ride wit us or get rode on, mowed down like blades of grass
k's and mac's sprayin at yo hatin ass now u fadin fast

My rhymes are nukes, yours are more like mini mines
I murk MCs quicker than Twista can finish lines
God perfected my rhymes, I'll refinish ya mind
I'm big in hip hop. Cats keep committing miniature crimes.
My alliteration continues penetratin'
Similes, and metaphors, my skills are just blatant
I'm realer than fact, MCs just keep fakin'
Think of me as a test, with no re-taking'
I'm on top of hip hop, there ain't nothing rawer
I posses the crown, like Jerry "The King" Lawler

Mc's get ate on a wu plate..J.T.S. a true snake
U emcee's defeating me's impossible like a man wit no hands trying to masterbate
I'll blast ya wake wit a tre-8 after i rape ya wiz..make her feel the hate
Bitch so ugly had to put a trash bag over her face
wasn't worried bout getting locked..left dunkin' donuts for jake
It took a long hot summer for em trying to master this ace
Batters up my louiville slugger had they heads looking deformed like Mase
Hit em like breaks..body bags found in the bottom of various lakes
My victims hit em wit more hooks than Nate
Only difference their bloody..they ladies nutted in face..
You grown men take shorts like gary colemen in my spot zoning
Selling rock on the hot block aware of where cops rolling
Breaking bitches bones while i'm boning
Stoned strolling..knock rivals down like pins while bowlin
i always score a perfect strike
U don't wanna fight nigga i'm holding..

can i lay down a few bars on swiss german ;D ? i don't try it on english i would suck so badly :D

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Mc's get ate on a wu plate..J.T.S. a true snake
U emcee's defeating me's impossible like a man wit no hands trying to masterbate
I'll blast ya wake wit a tre-8 after i rape ya wiz..make her feel the hate
Bitch so ugly had to put a trash bag over her face
wasn't worried bout getting locked..left dunkin' donuts for jake
It took a long hot summer for em trying to master this ace
Batters up my louiville slugger had they heads looking deformed like Mase
Hit em like breaks..body bags found in the bottom of various lakes
My victims hit em wit more hooks than Nate
Only difference their bloody..they ladies nutted in face..
You grown men take shorts like gary colemen in my spot zoning
Selling rock on the hot block aware of where cops rolling
Breaking bitches bones while i'm boning
Stoned strolling..knock rivals down like pins while bowlin
i always score a perfect strike
U don't wanna fight nigga i'm holding..

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Trip and I'm strokin llama hammers, but the triggers I'm chokin/
spoke in the dopest Black Panther grammar like I'm livin in Oakland/
holdin the smoke in, soakin ink in my journal when I'm flippin it open/
flippant devotion to the microphone chrome, equivocally spoken/
infinitely chosen by those opposin dark forces, spears and cart horses/
my art's forcefed to marks that narc to spark roaches and park Porsches/
this part's gorgeous, my arm strong from holdin long to heavy torches/
thru levies and gorges, headin to porches on mansions, wit hefty mortgage/
makin moves on the cordless, reminiscin on today when I couldn't afford this/
I'll be supportless, affordin fuel when there's a shortage of octane portions/
I'll afford gas, no mo bein short-cashed in Jordache, askin for a transport pass/
puttin on a mask for scratch, I'm outta this world, where's my passport at...

murderous, hurtin the stage in every way
known to man, i come to waste the day
a smokin' barrel, okay im not as famous as steve carrell, not even pharrell
but i get my face up, printed on wanted posters
doin' the dumbest shit, like breakin down roller costers
takin out targets like a certified hitman
gotta squirt my jizz again, bitch get you and you're friend
punk ass maggots try to step to me and mine
they get shot up in no time, with no rhyme,
just a hand on the 9
simplicity is my name, my lyrics bring me no fame
just dirty looks, people callin' me lame
but they gonna take that all back, when i pull my gat
and attack, you're spillin blood all over your mama's rack
i activate doomfires that can destroy the biggest empires
take a look inside of me, no sorrow just ire
this world is full of liars, and i ain't one
i speak the truth which is the bullet blastin out my gun

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Originally Posted by BGS

can i lay down a few bars on swiss german ;D ? i don't try it on english i would suck so badly :D

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Go ahead lol.. even though most won't understand :P

yo

my poems hit like stone fists
leavin ya dome split
i shine on da mic like a crome clip
no shit.. i spit it fast as i type
ya couldnt last in a fight
snatch mics like thieves
who pass in the night
jettin fast on a bike
a thousand cc's
crackin it full throttle
poundin mc's
like cold bottles
getcha swerve on
my last nerve's gone
got rocks..
like margarita's served on
cock heataz n burn don's
my mufuckin word's bond

fuck a teflon vest.. i cut necks
wuts next? ya gettin stuck like sluts
who love sex.. bussin nuts like techs
da lone colonel.. poppin offa da top
like corn kernals.. still im droppin it hot
wit no rehearsal.. no plans
freestyle iron hand of command
that spans over seven seas n many lands
carry weaponry in heavy hands
buck it on a deadly jam
fuck it.. i stay ready man
to cut it.. like im Freddy's hand

Yo That Mic Off The Hook Label It Thats
Shits Cooked The
Recipe True Emcee Light From Scene To Seas Travel With The Art Of Battle War Ingage The Takeover The Mantle 4 Trumpets Kid

I leave a&r's of labels disabled..
Check the disabilities of survivors in facilities..
Murder sick in the head cats that wanna feel the seeds..
will i succumb to the cars, bitches, and greed?..
Only time will until then i'm twisting el's..
Bailing fam outta jail..and eating well..
Heavy whale in the hood succeeding while haters fail..
No tales..real life..rob niggas and pawn their ice..
Raccoon wit the most stripes..type evil..
Power to the people standing strong and not feeble..
legit, or illegal..show love to all people..
Fuck skin-color..we all brothers..
Never run up in vaginas without rubbers..
Living phat..lift up my shirt nothing but blubber..
See that rock in the baggies nothing but butter..
You don't wanna box the cutter..
Fly lady lover..hot streetrunner..
son niggaz spring, fall, winter, and summer..
Quit the slumber.. wake up it's the army killer..
Hood gorilla.. spitting bars realer, and iller than most..
Owe me bread get popped wit the toast..
reside on the east coast.. beantown to be exact..
Red sox the champs..go to games wit my gat..
leave competition shook like Curtis rocking bulletproof fitted caps..
Won't chill til' i get a mill, and still won't max..
In the Nissan maximum in front of T.J. max..
pumping dub sacks..blasting Tical tracks..
What the bloodclot? these rap niggaz wack..

J.t.s. attack wit the force of a million earthquakes..
screaming fuck jake? when i get irate..
Born in the wastelands..known for my mix-tapes..

And I don’t need a ghost writer to write my lines for me
I can peep a dope track and eat yall fools like lunchmeat/
Over a dope beat I give yall niggas
A chance to get cha rhymes legit/
Or quit like hammer, go bankrupt and
Loose ya click, ya crew and ya girl fool/
This is Techwon and I pity the fool thinking I’m a get schooled
I’m a flow cool running yall emcees like a bully in school/
If you can deal wit these dumb down rhymes
I’ll eagle scope yall hope like shaolin monks when I’m drunk/
Dope when I pump my fist, leave ya stomach in a tight grip
When I unleash a full clip of flows waving my hat high/
Eyebrows low, keep my shank tucked, pens when I buck
Darts when I target hit cha mark quicker like we in the supermarket/

kickin' the system open though there isn't a lid
just infinite secrets the society's hid
but by the time they found out what i did
i've raped their wife and napped the kid
if i enter your sector without your protector
you'll find it's hard to resurrect her
don't worry, death is a part of life
as much as pain, villainy, struggle and strife
feel the rhythm that escapes my flow
though i never leave its side, i don't want it to go

When it's my turn i punch emcee's in chests they catch heartburn
Burn ya rap form from dusk til' dawn, pawns blood splattered on lawns
Enforcer, street author, slapping cock to ya moms
She cook for me in thongs, from the crush ya li'l brother was born
Union formed like Gambino's in suits, troops i execute
Leave em wit pockets full of loot, don't shoot to kill i kill to shoot
Puke on ya groups in person, arson tactics bursting
If it's my name ya cursing, get the hearse ready while they're rehearsing
I'm worse than Frank Lucas crimes, non-mob master-mind
Break shit, classic when it's clashing time, haters expose ya minds
Concrete wet noodle decorations, Uptown, N.Y. my destination
Cancerous presentations for this generation
lacing tracks blunt style, mc's get lumped blaow
If i get punked or lose a thump then i'm pulling the pump out
Ain't no leaving this battle, deaths the only way out
Gifted unlimited rhymes are universal when i'm speaking my clout
So if you wanna clash come out ya mouth wrong, you die like out of water trout

i don't do this usually but
open up the shades , open up the window
open up another lane for the pain i resent though
too much pain im ashamed , so , just let the sins through
to...
the candle on a table opposed from the son set to save you
can't wait till night
obliterate all ways and marks on our hallways not dark just part rain
not a ray in sight
cite when i say , when the lights on a tray
flashing from the spot that resembles a fight i can't make
peaceful in my right
with my rights on the other side of the light , the right
no might just fore , meaning the knowledge of what it takes to support , the uproar
when crying isn't loud enough ,
i paraphrase what held me down and now with a tug in form of sound - erupts war

yoyo

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Originally Posted by rsymyn

i don't do this usually but
open up the shades , open up the window
open up another lane for the pain i resent though
too much pain im ashamed , so , just let the sins through
to...
the candle on a table opposed from the son set to save you
can't wait till night
obliterate all ways and marks on our hallways not dark just part rain
not a ray in sight
cite when i say , when the lights on a tray
flashing from the spot that resembles a fight i can't make
peaceful in my right
with my rights on the other side of the light , the right
no might just fore , meaning the knowledge of what it takes to support , the uproar
when crying isn't loud enough ,
i paraphrase what held me down and now with a tug in form of sound - erupts war

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posessed through metaphor, slay lords wit lyrical swords//
stressed in this frozen war, weapons-for "if" "and" n' "or"//
blowin ya core wit tha vocal chord to sediments...//
tectonic measurements peak...off of my resonance...//
lessons in "essence" bridge the abyss, connect to ya cliff...//
witness a diff'rent-flip 2 tha script than left-field hits//
reality rips...disasters mass as continents drift...//
i vomit tha spliff...descend to earth wit mind off-lift...//

im back lol

I spark the acts with a shark attack
Sharpen axe then swing wildly..then relax
Sober ones fitting to relapse
I'll give em hits here's free slaps
Snap ya knees back..til the bones crack
Fuck gats i poem pack..showing ya dome math
Ya shown wrath from a titan that'll throw you thru glass
Laugh how you got blown like a sax for talking all that jazz
Empty ya pockets fast i'm taking all that cash
The grass too..give u a 10 speed that's for making moves
the most beautiful thing in this world to do is hit contenders wit bar stools
Or pool sticks this is the real murder music
Dial 1-800-suicide but the phones not included
On the run rappers sniped..fam isn't excluded
I'm a nuisance shooting shooters
Off the roof crook popping luegars

lyricaly gifted spiritualy lifted, walkin through the mist n pistons
far distance, so i roll with no forgivness, lone militant with no existence
defying illusion and existence, delusion breeds resistence, confusion is a sickness
infecting the infants, disrespecting in a instant
iam inclin to swing, tempted to bring, harsh darts that scar parts
iam fendin of from from bare snitch sharks,on the net you better bet
i regret postin roastins, cuz some brothas cant just forget
i infect like nicorette, sickle cell hell rap you cant tell?
might as well get held in flamin cells, impaling phonies with nails
computer nerds i meld, into forged sword of wack rap cords
smash it like narsil and throw the shards in the lawn
torn infromed pawns get searched and sawn like strawn hats
and gats made of board, i launch staunt taunts at all slimey sly whores

yo

Someone alert the news writers
Cuz a sharpshooters loose in the cypher
i fucked hip hop... 'n blew it inside her
King.. im heated like a fluid igniter
Doin it tighter than your newest supplier
I bring the aftermath of fewest surviors
ya couldn't track my path.. invisible
Masked, 'n my acts are criminal
Ill blast you to miniscule minerals
pull up a dinner stool.. 'n feast up
cuz Kingshyt's never servin up lean cuts
i stay steamed up.. on da greens plus
keepin heat in my jeans, tucked
Amphetamine flows.. keepin the fiends up
Watch me get a mean blow from a teen slut
yall wanna beef? WHAT!?

Back on my grizzly tossin' styles like frisbee's
Mental tempo's adjusted..weed-head hits like whiskey
Poetical prodigy..mental capacity full of Goddegrees
No rottweiler guarding me, just the god-u under the white-tee
A killer like chi-ali, with 106 free's to outshine emcee's in parks
Telekenetic darts amazing, spit fire john blazing tree bark
And major acres, vigilante undertaker..
Cross the fader, player you'll need a negotiator..
Held for high ransom, duck taped by the phantom..
Got rights like visitation, like my mistresses Asian..
Star gazing with the infa red, do em in for bread..
Domes so hot famallies have cook-outs on top of my head..

Getting richer and richer as they mock us with pictures,
7 deadly sin mixtures flashed media blisters,
Follow the leader hollow patriotic believer’s,
Were all slaves working and they say this is freedom,
When some have rights… they treat others like demons,
And if ya lose ya job… you’re homeless heathen,
stop paying taxes… & Feds will come creeping,
And show you the meaning of a government slave,
Locked down desensitized with an abundance of rage,
Mocked by other’s trapped staged in the same cage,
Was once part of a family now ya name has been changed,
Barcode’s tracking, Social Security, a number’s your name,
Concrete cages, mass production factories, the governments’ way,
Since they have a large population stuck put away,
They make a lot of money but that’s not portrayed,
While the average family earns less then the minimum wage,
Powering these conglomerates as were pushed astray,
Mentally dying damaged worn out and frayed,
Living in the danger zone like inhaling Krylon when sprayed,
As Congress makes profits this info isn’t grey,
But the media blurs these lines each and everyday….

gimme the verdict, intellect insertive
its obsurd kid, katz controlled n observed with
secret tactics, satanicly practised, violatin virgins on a bloddy matress
stats n figures, graphs and triggers, supressin n distressin rappers to spinners
cappers to sinners, no one is safe from the killers
they,ll fill ya with thoughts vigour, trick ya ticker
into thinkin your bigger then you are, mental scars
slavery in charts, evil messages in art, the only way to escape
is to spit dartz, or start resistence in an instant
iam livin waitin for the mass extinctinction, predictions
been made by wisdom, floatin in the air like a lost kingdom
while the earth succumbs to division, but the vision
was ignored, so we were branded conspiritors, and gullable whores
so iam doublin my chords, shining my sword, defining my lord
rhymin in timing with solar cores, ask ben he also knows bout the score

It's a conspiracy, my feelings free, styles got feds watching me..
Star in ya galxacy, correctly alligned, my minds photography..
Lyrically uncut like pornography, see the smoke i'm bombing streets..
opposite of meek, i'm sleek, like a skunk my style reeks of odor..
Secret service message decoder, money owers i fold ya for clousure..
Framed soldier, well documented, demented battle blower..
show ya training in trenches deep, J.T.S. strengthens the weak..
Awaken the sleep sheep the devils enslave at pastures,
they little bo peeps..
And to all you digusting swine merchants you are what you eat..
If i face defeat my last breaths after that..
But first ring the alarm, on the swarm melting plastic cats..
My wordplay ignited, is hazardous to the habitat..
Pumping my fist panther style, in ya aisles bagging scraps..
Hell is where i rest at, my blocks like Iraq..
Strapped insurgencies heard of me, hurdling other darts..
My gleams so extreme my frame glows in the dark..

big ups to the skirts wit d cups, press up on'em wit reality, honesty dat be murks
d mecca reppin', black tees and black chucks, jumpin' off the dexter bus, ipod clutched
blunts in brown tubes, watch me like youtube, clean ya clock like tony shalhoub,
you cant touch me, american dreams hit the roads like dusty, im fucking over rap,
its the neighborhood hussy
spot check on the set, no love for me, hate in the eyes of some so called homies
you know where you can stick that bull shit back hand compliment
im still broke, still hungry
January flow, come off ice cold, hoe ass niggaz thinkin' they from off the grove
like cj and ryder, deceit weave webs like 89 spiders, break'em like molds, call me lair
study these mcs, learn how they jam, know all your similes like the back of my hand
finish ya sentence before you can even have the chance, my verbs rain down like a indian danced
the unknown, get ya head flown like a cessna
chill in a mahogany coffin, best ta rest up

I’m known to spit flows
Throwing my logic outta the gate/
Faze ya through ya organs
Like we’re obtaining more restate
Play ya intestines like guitar strings/
Ink pen regimes armed marines
Known dynasties raps besides me/
Persuade others to follow me
Like zombies and bomb over beats/
Take over street corners regimes
We’re a population click ready to snip the cord
And put the government in a vise grip/
From my windpipes my flow blows endo smoke
From there who knows were it’s gonna go/

amazin blazin, phase in place ihaling
containing the lost secrets of fifty ages
sifting rages for the essence n then erase it
scientifics stages accend, in mind and pages
sumblime contagious, my words incur then spur
like high-powered lasers, barbaric rapers
many crime capers, many nines blew on tha haters
i chewed on their crew like armoured equipped geisha

Anger in the nation raging as were close to revolution
Atomic bomb solution, the new earth is an illusion
time is ill were losing, while these pussy dudes sing
About guns when these bums couldn't bust a nut in a queen
I'm the fresh air in spring, the heat in summer, the frost in winter
Beatup these great prentenders with skills, and knowledge like splinter
shreddar verbal, rocksteady wordplay, be-bop ninja
Give ya face a Micheal Jackson operation, my human nature to end ya
I might befriend ya in another life, show love with a gun, or knife
Second coming got emcee's running for fronting
Call these emcee's mute duke, cause they ain't saying nothing
In beef, or thumping ya face will look like a Halloween pumpkin
i start carving, bloody the sound garden, canibal starving
Deep like Cambodians, this reaper flow grim, give scars to ya squadron

scars departing
so the squadron's heartless
full of bombs deployed to targets
so climb over , fallen on hinds , soldiers
not autumn defined , cos the tree's still standing
yet unknown thieves replant it , breathe , an mc's needs granted
uh
now what part of me , am i supposed to represent
arguably , the closest to the fence
war over there , still hoping it will end

the tornado is spinning with the wind
embrace nature before destruction begins
i'll win, when we weed out the sin
replace it with the face of the race of kin
with a lined up festival, easily amused
approaching correctly with correct attitudes
relay the rude, destroy the definite
establish secrets with metaphors representin it

THAT was unexpected
i'm fucking baked
my memory's recollected
and i'm remembering dates
dates...
dates...
oh i was supposed to take her out to dinner
no pussy tonight
(later on i'll win her) ;)

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Originally Posted by bigben

Getting richer and richer as they mock us with pictures,
7 deadly sin mixtures flashed media blisters,
Follow the leader hollow patriotic believer’s,
Were all slaves working and they say this is freedom,
When some have rights… they treat others like demons,
And if ya lose ya job… you’re homeless heathen,
stop paying taxes… & Feds will come creeping,
And show you the meaning of a government slave,
Locked down desensitized with an abundance of rage,
Mocked by other’s trapped staged in the same cage,
Was once part of a family now ya name has been changed,
Barcode’s tracking, Social Security, a number’s your name,
Concrete cages, mass production factories, the governments’ way,
Since they have a large population stuck put away,
They make a lot of money but that’s not portrayed,
While the average family earns less then the minimum wage,
Powering these conglomerates as were pushed astray,
Mentally dying damaged worn out and frayed,
Living in the danger zone like inhaling Krylon when sprayed,
As Congress makes profits this info isn’t grey,
But the media blurs these lines each and everyday….

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whew Ben spitting fiyah!!

BIG BEN, JTS, SIDIOUS YALL KILLIN' EM SON



It’s the Blastmatic automatic spitting lyrical gestures
Making stresses on analytical sentences/
Making no mention of emcees or their residence
Showing the world I got presence/
My essence isn’t defined by a quote in a magazine or a sentence
It’s the effortless content presenting relentless cornerstones/
Barley baileys rap these emcees in the fear n torment
Expensive weaponry exhume the flow showing a pulse/
My rhymes hold a host of flows frozen blow more smokes then
Dope the harness furnish spit nutrition all debated wisdom/
Blatant beats awaken sleep deep memory repressed for centuries
Emcees try and battle me and get baffled on the strikes I tackled/
Firm grip seen tech in shackles attack foes wit transforming weaponry
Like Megatron into a firearm coming so deadly but calm, yall know we on/

'Heres just a lil lyric i was messing about with while i had Masta Killah's 'back to school' intro beat in my head...i look forward to putting some more up'


I start to spit forth, then backtrack the rap,
My mind contracts infectious verses, now give me the silver plaque,
I enforce the verse like a gravitational force,
That appears when you change the main source,
Straight back to the point score,
Call Me the chameleon, I drop from the ceiling,
My style is so different, it almost seems unappealing,
The way that I slack, My mouth seems wack,
You get freaked out like an anxiety attack,
My epiphany is this,
I en-cite bliss over the oceanic abyss from which you fall,
Your crew is fighting like they're in the city of nepal,
I spin you round like a roulette ball, brawl, call, maul, scrawl, an enthrawl,
Here comes the curtain call, now digest,
Blessed is the higher man, self professed, your second best,
Stand up straight for the test son,
You score high but i score higher than i desire,
I acquire the rights to require the neutralization fire,
I pop up like kid glove and drop these bombs,
Like sheepish lord of chaos,all from above.