Official Freestyle Thread

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Originally Posted by Skale

bang bang

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fuck yeah!...i killed it

ayo, a friend with weed is a friend indeed.../
that's why Im glad Johnny tical is a friend to me.../
frontin for nuthin,....u need to cut that shit out..../
wu tang 4 ever bitch...should sow up your mouth.../
muthafucka,...chop off your thumbs.../
bitch please,...get the fuck outta wucorp u bumb...../
wanna some,...say it.../
it doesnt mean a damn thing when urrbody knows your rascist.../
like i give fuck tho,...im savage like wolverine.../
the tru X-man,...iif u see my claws it means im gonna get mean.../
im admantium,...been a fuckin soldier since birth.../
the hell u thinkin,...i leave u all hurt.../
drag your black ass to an alley an give u the worst beatdown on earth.../
gotta go,...fuck rascism.../
im mean cmon now,...we all got the same colored jizm

peace

tical, your cool, someone else pisssed me off, peace

Happy B Day Thread, 400 Posts!

shot bang slang of a menace
401 mo reason's why see a denist
mo incentives to get a wu type flow
still hotta than 2 dime hoes
still masta glow aura of a god
clear and clam like the budah, a cirlce no flaw
praise to ahlla the most high, mighty
in the 500 birthday the 501 i'll be
what i c is more "evolution"
RockD the alpha omeg the answer and the solution
the institution to make niggas go weak
never get defeated against me yo chances r oblique
beast of the underworld master of diguise
stick ya for the cream puncha in the eye
alive as eva the omnipotent wild child
not mild every line is worth wile
so to da beat i flow till is time to go
and my wu-tang get ready fo 400 mo

Coo .. All Good.. // No Hate Here !

Peace !!!

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Originally Posted by RockD

shot bang slang of a menace
401 mo reason's why see a denist
mo incentives to get a wu type flow
still hotta than 2 dime hoes
still masta glow aura of a god
clear and clam like the budah, a cirlce no flaw
praise to ahlla the most high, mighty
in the 500 birthday the 501 i'll be
what i c is more "evolution"
RockD the alpha omeg the answer and the solution
the institution to make niggas go weak
never get defeated against me yo chances r oblique
beast of the underworld master of diguise
stick ya for the cream puncha in the eye
alive as eva the omnipotent wild child
not mild every line is worth wile
so to da beat i flow till is time to go
and my wu-tang get ready fo 400 mo

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hell yeah that was sweet..

bout time i do this...


I use to dream of nights about spittin of wisdom/
far from mic checks, my lungs the PA system/
i swear in school, these teachers coun't stand me/
no work in class, just my rhyme pad handy/
fuck a test 300 bars be my SAT/
Maybe one day before my skin starts to decay/
i'll accutally get payed to hunt my prey/
I'm destined to be, on your mind like extacy/
now every other MC's fights be like me/
I'm the golden child, imma out shine ya/
put u in a position where nobody will find ya/
ur small, im major, u aint got no taste, i got flavor/
when i speak, its always unique, so don't bite it/
i don't care if ur diggin this shit, or don't like it/
spttin encrypted scriptures, get the whole picture, im knocking out you dentures/

I'm a high genius, your aint neva heard or seen this/
can't match this, im doing backflips with unseen tactics, on a titled axis/
mind is above average, ur a cream puff im a savage/
As i clear my throat, i say sum gifted shit you wanna quote/
known as the golden child, but u can call me gold/
only talked about when they unfold the scroll/
fuck all the californian's, my raps make me born again/
I crush the average opponet, im sick fuck atonement/
my rhymes contain consistency, fuck the average MC, im doing it differently/

its been a bit been kinda rattle by the battle field
a couple of battle but my heart within the temple fo real
no altercation just domination of word flow
"to hot to handle to hot to hold"
masta sho gun of the slum of a diffrent land
spark flows drop rain on any man
pee in my beboy stance on his territory
look em in th eye neva say sorry
gory and unpolite rudely never hesitant
illegal mutha fucka like transportin mexican
i think i can rhymes nursery of many sorts
always to the death never push abort
gimme all the darts i'll throw em my danm self
and go cop my Cd oh it hasnt reached the shelf
i'm the elf the lucky charms or green knome
verbaly sweet line pleasurable like ice cream cones
put som hot in ya dome but cold ice to yo soul
expand yo mind 3 fold
RockD is the unwritin legend still makin his mark
got u suprised like when some in the water screams shark

Let me bust quick nuttin all over this,
rewind this like tits on fine bitch,
you take a second glimpse...through my laser lenses,
forensics spotted evidence,
finger the irrelevent...slaving under elements,
emotionally impotent living passively content,
rituals circumvent lives spent like cents,
my words condense and leave fossilized imprints,
on the distant hard headed mocking ignorant peasants

rip dirt

ready an willing to kill woman and children.../
aint none around my block cuz im the neighbor hood villian.../
u punks think that shit fades muthafuckaz.../
prolly does,...cant fade aidz with that shit suckaz/.../
i unno,...ima go audio,...wanna talk shit,...youll never win, im str8 fuked up,.....im out..ppeace

I cover heads like hair grease sicka a beast released..
hitting the streets eyes pierce the fleece..
on the golden head my words are dead..
zombie thoughts color the streets red..
birds are fed from the weak skipping in the streets...
sucka's need to eat we set a traps silently,
burning the obsolete in furnaces as burn this in,
words condemn we murder men with our phlegm...