Official Freestyle Thread

Yo this is my dictum, all who oppose just call them hoes victims
Stick'em, have them shittin shit long as branches, waitin to strike like the mantis
Show'em that they fans'an, that they outa pocket and need to return to they ranches
Burn through the iron on the mic, fuck daggers i'm throwin flyin sparks
Tryin twice if i fail once, had a tail once but it got bit off by a shark
Left me in the dark, then i embarked on a trip towards the sunny side
It wasn't a funny ride, copped the street clothes and roced the bummy stride
The non stop dick, fuckin ten chicks a day
Switch my style to a G when sin gets its way
Baggin bricks...while squeezin saggin tits
Faggot bitch... lethal on a sequel of the Mag clicks on the maggots
Check my flow, consistent like those of globes
Pets and robes, rich bitch watch me switch again and leave twenty stitches
Its been plenty snitches, but most of them is mentioned in ditches
Black and white pictures, family reunion shits, recongnize must be classified
Fuckin wit the wrong niggas get man's domes of fam blown out of existence
The unique technique i was preachin, wasn't reachin
Wasn't breachin, yaw niggas didn't know what i was speakin,
Now i release the beast on the mark set go
Burnt yo shit in the creek then parked a metro
With two hands, threw you in the bus over a krogers, told ya i can't be fucked wit, Fuck those gay pride niggas they suck dik, lips recontructed for suction, my dick so big i think i need a deduction
Hope you tote the locust eleven in church or hocus pocus the revern
Spoke in focus to seven, then soaked them jokers to heaven...

Officail freestyles sick and demented yo...this shit feels like puke and cement mix all scrambled like eggs and baked biscuits breakfast and enjoy it while it lasts nigga I got so many masks my style is like clowns and drag queen fags made up off tha top I'll just rhyme lies like judges, juries, and dirty cops

Risen from the Earth, Witnessin the Birth of a Vivid Image not Insecure!
drinkin Liqour, that Invert's my Innards Inwards! Impure from Head to Toe!
Special Flow, that Stencil's Foes, with white chalk around there dis-figured Pose!

Yo
It takes one thousand shots in the chest just to wake me up
A couple a stabs in the back to get my attention if
It takes 14 lifetimes for the feds to take me but
I'd say about 15 lifetimes for the media to mention it
See infered like a viper that why i'm hired as a sniper
Shoot you wit two to the head, and yo daughter too if i don't like her
Goin all out, fuck a fall out, my crew will never lose
We sever you until those clever dudes find the revenue
Use the skulls of victims as ceral bowls yo
Fruit loops in the bones, extra calcium from the crooks that stole
Books i sold, on how to be a hardcore MC overseas
Went gold in a week, book called "no clothes...o... i'ma peek"
Speak'in on the unique disease born from my physique
Bitch please, And no cure for me, or immunity i shall ruin thee

try to ruin me, im usin these tools to abuse u pooo-ooo-sies
we dont share a language, but my handsll speak to you fluently
youll get the message, dont fuck with what u can not manage
catch a heart failure caused by some gun shot damage
so what u want dick sucka? a war wit these bitch fuckas?
a clip bustin at you lames cause yo brains to rip-rupture?
a box cutter slicin ya throat like it was some hot butter?
a chick to set you up for da click to wet you up fucka?
one way or another youll be layin in the gutter
im N.E.L, BITCH is another name for ya mother
i aint playin wit u suckas im playin these dumb sluts
those that cant relate gotta hate and thats fucked up
my brain is too just got a gift for rhymin and whylin out
im tryna shine and blind ya, remind ya what im about
robbin and stealin, coppin and dealin these drugs bitch
assaultin and killin pill poppin and pimpin these sluts bitch

I move swiftly, through the minds that are blind to order/
define the lines that undermine chaotic disorder/
despotic warlords rely on mortars and broad swords/
Return back to the drawing board and place cables and cords/
Atop the tables and boards commence the fables and wars/
metaphors amplified live on the battlegrounds/
I battle with sounds unmistakably profound/
a sword can cut cords but provides few services/
while the microphone embodies the sword and serves all purposes/

No doubt, you heard,
Don't fuck with Shrap cause like his rhymes he comes strap
You read under his avatar fuck rap
Cause we don't only talk but do the walk, bring it to your door mat
Other mc's step up with rhymes small like a midget with no digits
If you can't do the math cash rules in Fonda's like Bridget's
On tracks like in Hondas we just casually rip it
You gotta have cake before you bake, then you can flip it
In restaurants only tables get tipped like chips got dipped
Cut buds in snippets and acid paper strips in tripplets
Crazy rap interlude families feud then take trips
Check it dude we too rude but girls like it cause they still get nude
We tango like cash then burn some guy into ash
That's what you'll get for fucking with our stash
If you want war we bring it like that television show Mash
Rip bodies to pieces like guitar strings by Slash
Guns for you foes and roses for your bitches get up on your toes
My flows sit on thrones mastered like Akido throws
Fingers cover chromes held to domes
All those who oppose seek shelter in new homes
Your old ones got torn like buildings in Rome's
And for ladies check out my poems
Have you out thier in zones
You want babies let's get to making clones
So the reign never ends into the distance long lasting is our persistance
There is no resistance
Murder like my rhymes do for instance
My thoughts strike targets in an instant
You can't record the speed even when you take heed
It was smoking like weed
Can't stand the heat ?
Then stay out the kitchen and abort your mission
Like it was your final decision
I destroy mics with precision like surgeons perform incision
In order to be better than us you must be wishing
My food for thoughts is what I'm dishing
It's like rain to flowers replinishing
Our enemies just keep diminishing
Radiation concentration only explanation left in the explosion and corrosion
Bombs must have been nucleur
Molecularly structured rhymes with cellulite looking perculiar
As in phat, Strap's hitting you crab mc's over your heads with a bat
My right hand man places the clip into the gat
Then see you on the dark-side of the moon stay in tune
All wack mc's meet doom
Give us room
Our nuts need space to breathe, Aces up our sleave
And only highly do we acheive
The rooke like a crook covered by the knight is a thief
Pull out your teeth that's if you got beef
On the street or whereever we never retreat
Don't know the word defeat my rhymes too complete
Wack mc's can never compete that's absolute
They fall out the sky without a pararchute
Before they hit the ground scream shoot
Shit out of luck land in some poop
You eating breakfast like a fruit loop
My army never lose with ladies that salute the troop
Every soldier own a luxurious coupe inside them honnies we scoop
After that you know the deal shit is real
Sleep with the man of steel who never slipped behind the wheel








:mexico:

holy shit.

villanous tune
get clacked soon
in the doom room
were gloom loom
fuck ur assumes
and assumptions
i smash box and and leave it bumpin
shit rocks speakers thumpin
blood clots clumpin
i'm ass jumpin
like summin summin
it's the mean theme
da new america cream team
mean sheenn
we be lean
we fuckin clock clean
shit moving in sequential order
i break down borders
and expose fake MC's wit a tape recorder
fuck the he say the she say
shittin on fake MC"s cleeshae
hit by a richochet
u die one day
infamous shine time
blind to crime
gets mine im fine
apply pressure to the spine
fuck dimes
and i rhyme
about weed
that constant elevation is all i need
into bitches i plant my deadly seeds
im a muthafuckin villain
but i kick back chillen
when i storm ya block i give ya a cold feelin

PUFFIN MAD TREES THESE FREE'Z WILL GET INTO YA.../
RUNNIN MAD WILD SINCE BACK WHEN ALL WE KNEW WAS BUY UP ALL DA PURPLE INDICA.../
YEAH GOT MUTHAFUCKIN CRACKHEADZ ON MY BLOCK..../
MIDDLE OF FUCKIN NOWHERE AND THERE'S STILL 20 PLACES TO COP.../
ALL DAY AN NIGHT SHITS OUTTA SIGHT ROLLIN BILLZ UP TIGHT.../
CANT STAND HALF THEZE NIGGAZ EVERY CONVERSATION BOUT A FIGHT.../
OR THE BITCHEZ DOGG ENDLESS COMPLAININ.../
IF U DONT KNOW WHAT IM SAYIN U AINT LIVIN WHERE IM STAYIN.../
U LUCKY THIS PLACE AINT EVEN BAD AN ITS SAD EVERYDAY.../
90 PERCENT OF MY FAM STUCK IN JAILZ AN BODYBAGZ.../
THE OTHERZ DONT EVEN TALK TO EACH OTHER.../
SAM BUCA JUST GOT KNOCKED AN I AINT SEEN HIS BROTHER.../
THESE MUTHAFUCKAZ IS REAL DUKE.../
SPLATTER YOUR HEAD WIT THE ALUMINUM BAT THEN GORRILLA PUNCH OUT YOUR CREW.../
AINT A GUN OUT HERE LEGAL ON THE REAL YO.../
NIGGAZ DONT EAT BUT THEY COOK ENUF SODA TO ROCK UP A KILO.../
SHITS SAD IM JUST LOOKIN FOR A DAY WHERE IMA GET UP AN GO.../
SHOUT OUT TO MY BROTHAZ ON THE CORP THAT FLOW.../
SMOKE BLUNTZ U REALLY THINK I CARE BOUT U GOD.../
YOUR A WEAK FUCK TYPE I BEAT THE FUCK OUTTA IN THE SCHOOL YARD.../
YOU GOT BANNED FUCK U BEEN WARNED
I WUZ BUYIN UP ALL THE JORDANZ BACK BEFORE U WAS BORN.../
AINT NONE OF US WENT TO SCHOOL FUCKIN BUMMY.../
RAPPIN IN THE CLASS BOUT MAKIN MONEY.../
BACK WHEN EVERYTHING WAS FUNNY.../
I REP MESTIZO MOBSTA'Z GREW UP OUT IN LUMMI.../
I DONT KNOW WHERE U COME FROM FOOL.../
NIGGA IM SMART I DONT NEED THE NET TO BE COOL.../
STAY OUTTA MY FACE BOY WHILE I POLY WITH FANS OF THE CLAN.../
U GOTTA SOMETHIN INTELLIGENT TO SAY BOY SAY IT LIKE A MAN.../
LEAVE OUT ALL THAT HOMO SHIT AINT NO ONE FEELIN THAT SHIT U BE SPITTIN.../
SAME WIT U BIGED YOUR BARELY WORTH A REPLY THATS WHY I BARELY BE SUBMITTIN.../
FUCK LIKE I NEED A FAT FUCK LIKE U TO LAUGH AT MY POSTS.../
ID BEAT YOUR ASS DOWN SON SMACKFIRE YOUR SHIT LIKE GHOST.../
BIG DANE U AINT A PLAYER YOU ANOTHER FAGGIT DUN LOST SOME SCREWZ.../
UNTIL U POST A PIC WIT SOME CASH YOU JUST ANOTHER FUCKIN FOOL.../
YO JASPER AN HEAT THE ONLY 2 MUTHAFUCKAZ I CAN STAND WIT MULTIPLE ACCOUNTS.../
YO 200 BUCKS SON GO COP AN OUNCE.

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Originally Posted by pimptastic

villanous tune
get clacked soon
in the doom room
were gloom loom
fuck ur assumes
and assumptions
i smash box and and leave it bumpin
shit rocks speakers thumpin
blood clots clumpin
i'm ass jumpin
like summin summin
it's the mean theme
da new america cream team
mean sheenn
we be lean
we fuckin clock clean
shit moving in sequential order
i break down borders
and expose fake MC's wit a tape recorder
fuck the he say the she say
shittin on fake MC"s cleeshae
hit by a richochet
u die one day
infamous shine time
blind to crime
gets mine im fine
apply pressure to the spine
fuck dimes
and i rhyme
about weed
that constant elevation is all i need
into bitches i plant my deadly seeds
im a muthafuckin villain
but i kick back chillen
when i storm ya block i give ya a cold feelin

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^^Nice Pimptastic. Real nice. Pimptastic strikes again no doubt about it. I still can't believe your only 13. I guess age really is a number, huh ??

You know what it is, your flow is ill. And your word play is on point. I still can't believe your only 13. And logically speaking of course as you get older your schemes and ways of thinking will or should get even deeper. That's scary, cause as if they already weren't deep enough, especially for only 13 or something. Cause out of all honesty it's your combination of richness in text and flavor on the flow that's mega banging already. Especially your flow is mad ill. I think your thought processing is already deep or real deep as is. Man, if you get any better they gonna have to lock you up or give you a record deal. Straight up.

- on a spiritual quest to find my inner self
the last 4 years of my life many of my past transgresion been put on the shelf
I look deeply at my reflection in the mirror and get bugged out
at who I am as a spirit on this life route
what is it about? the way I look at it the spirit lives in infinity
energy cannot be created nor destroyed so I'm thinking realisticly
as spirits we're an extension of God who has no beginning
we branch of from his force from the second of our swimming
in genetic data, combine and form a human being
so many mysteries out there that are unseen

I concentrate on great mc traits, and eliminate snakes that try to infiltrate//
I conversate with hustlers on how to get the cake, and make power moves//
J's the m.o.p. type rugged never smooth, in the kitchen or in the booth i'm dirtier than residue, so nuff respect due if you with my crew//
True to hip-hop, hot spits cremate cliques on their own blocks//
i shadow-box, and kick-box right through a contenders 52 hand blocks//
Test the kid and find ya head in a sand-box, body rocked by the ox//
Extort ya for ya publishing like Diddy did the Lox, Jay drops lightning bars striking competitors//
Tore through tours with raw metaphores that settled scores, and received hardcore encore's//
Shit talkers get found on floors wit heads sore from kickin', suicidal victims that can't return to their bosses when they haven't completed their missions//
My visions of non-living mc's tellin' me to seize this industry and still rep the streets, and fufill my phrophecy//
Before my rivals pop me , it'll take U.N. armies to stop me//
And if they lock me down, my pn'c will blast pigs to unlock me//

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Originally Posted by Battle 1

^^Nice Pimptastic. Real nice. Pimptastic strikes again no doubt about it. I still can't believe your only 13. I guess age really is a number, huh ??

You know what it is, your flow is ill. And your word play is on point. I still can't believe your only 13. And logically speaking of course as you get older your schemes and ways of thinking will or should get even deeper. That's scary, cause as if they already weren't deep enough, especially for only 13 or something. Cause out of all honesty it's your combination of richness in text and flavor on the flow that's mega banging already. Especially your flow is mad ill. I think your thought processing is already deep or real deep as is. Man, if you get any better they gonna have to lock you up or give you a record deal. Straight up.

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thanks i can freestyle too ask god cconcept we did the phone freestyle WE was tearn dat shit up but yea if i get me a mic and a producer to supply me wit beats ill get a soundclick for my mixtape if i ever do one i dunno which songs i'd put on the first one maybe i'lll think about that. i'm just waiting to get enuff money for a mic and ma nigs tryna get a beat machine peace god.

My scrotum is itchin' so I'm mopin' and bitchin',
I open the kitchen window hopin' for Mitch's,
kinfolk to exit my egg and leave me a thin yolk,
I win loc, in any battle, fight, brawl or war,
smoked many and sat all night calling whores,
I make knives out of great white's falling jaws,
My rhyme style so ill cos I drop pointless multis,
So the message you’re left with is pointless and faulty,
I’m blessed with the best shit, anointed as holy,
Dressed with you guessed it, joint in my gold teeth,
Smoking the weed, yes I’m toking indeed,
Joke about me I leave you broken and bleed……..ing.