Official Freestyle Thread

Broastcasting from a hidden hide-out
warrior wit nine out
Teams call a time-out
The rhyme bout bouncer casting cats from the bout
I'm about lyrical growth
made an oath to uphold horrendous quotes
Movin' lines like d-dealers move city coke
ruff-kneck cutthroat dope slingers get the middle finger
Government floodin' hoods wit narcotics, the streets are never cleaner
Me and my N.B.A.(niggas bustin' amatuers) are live when we bring a
Show to stage, were soldiers throwin' flow grenades
Bring justice to these new jacks that jack the breaks
and dis-respect the greats that paved the way
today's drama's tommorow's treaty indians see me
Let's avenge the exterminated ancestory
Days we rest then beef begins
Soldiers sippin' gin, and checkin' chins
Enforce with wins, rivals take losses
were bosses, lyrics flyin' saurcers
Cautiously approach the God if ya most high
fists usually blacken both eyes
No longer under-ground the flow rise like yeast
leave mc's deceased as barbarians meet

... Thread-strung punks, catch a piercing-sharp line...
I refine you, slash your trashy mouth, left behind...
And my right holds the longer blades, face-trap slicer...
I'm the God and you demons bow to my fallen angel...
Who's the worst, burnt in my firey cypher...
Bang your heads to pulp-meat, at the intelligent angle...
Fed your face hard, razor-spoon carves your throat...
Keep that grenade I sent you, fuck you shreaded mizers...
Blow your mind out the back of your neck, you had the last word...
You sacraficial goat... soaked in your last blur...

fast blur, buried beneath the black dirt wit fat worms
rats lurk but i exteriminate em, Terminator, black shirt
black 1's black guns hollow slugs follow you home
chew up all yo thugs chrome barrel swallow you whole
bone marrow get ripped through when teks hit you
swing pumps like knives to slice through ya flesh tissue
another lost son lay in the gutter from forced gunplay
play it like butter, smooth, nobody knew one name
who run game on yo bitch and ya sister yep its me
you claim you got some fuckin heart, i'll open ya chest to see
who blame me for what others start, yall suck a dick
they create they ploys while ya boy off suckin tits
"we hate that boy" join the club bitch get in line
i say fuck my fan club just fuck the chicks thats fine
so while yall droppin dimes ill be poppin fine bitches
yall dicksuckas aint do shit but discuss how i get this

Fed you to the dirt, blood-meal & bone-marrow, boss...
Horse Man... blow your top off... then blow the barrell off..

It's X-conn a 45 click later and all the drama gone
the horrorcore of this keystyle has just begone
chiansaw chops the heads off fake ass bitches
chainsaw chops the heads off fake ass snicthes
Mutha Fuka I'm jus like the Ol Dirty
You Don't want to fuck with me
Jus your luck it's the killing season
When I'm done you won't be breathin
Ran of fun so bitch I'm done
Fuck a shout out yo
I'm fuckin outro
But before I go
I got some fuck you's to go through
Fuck Diddy
Fuck Fiddy
Fuck Em
D12 Fuck them
Peace

yall know chainsaw chops the head off of these mufuckas
click clack fo-fo pop the lead off at these nut suckas
undercover homos lookin at me like they wanna get they fuck on
click clack, get back before i give ya somethin to suck on
i attack these hoes, smoke bitches likes sacks of dro
im crackin domes, blow pitchin while mackin hoes
im a multi tasker dont gotta ask-a playa how he do it
real recognize real man thats all there is to it
dedicate my shit to the truest thugs that ever lived
fuck these tellin ass bitches rappin bout shit they never lived
real g's doin life bids or at life end I salute you
fraud ass mothafuckas follow me bitch ima shoot you
leave you in the dumpster, chump, i aint no punk bitch
rattle clips to get your fuckin battleship sunk quick
and your crew nothin but semen, stuck on ya sack
ima do em like you do men bitch i bust through yo back

Ballllllllllllllllllllllllllllllinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn nnn

heavy ballin wit his Black Flag you can call him Henry Rollins
wit gats and bats packs of crack i answer the deadly callin
fuck the Devil, I aint goin, bitch im gonna live forever
live in the sky bitch ya boy'll be the stormy weather
rain on hoes like Wayne and Joe im no Scott Storch
throw a molotov cocktail burn up ya front porch
im reppin to the grave rather be dead than be a slave
black magic makin bodies disappear bitch be amazed
turn pigeons to cash, harsh words hittin like gats
walk the fuck up 2 your door and shit on ya mat
spit on these rap ass mothafuckas, half ass mothafuckas
rat ass mothafuckas gon get slapped like a mothafucka
im a bad mothafucka that means i fuck wit bad mamas
im in it for the head you can keep the fuckin drama
aint tryna wife these bitches im just tryna get licked kid
aint tryna have no sick kids i just stay sippin some liquid

Shit kid, we in the same boat, sink the bitch and drink the moat
Smoke like no joke, feed a ho coke and proceed to poke her throat
I ain't eva spoke a note that wasn't po-tent, live in a mo-ment
Give in to no man, some little Irish dude is coast-in'
Sick mick take bricks to brick, thick click down for prick shit
Stick up quick to tricks with fake dicks, drug dealers with money
Funny dummies get lead on by hungry honeys
Homies, only few know me well enough to console me
Others can blow me, pretendin' like they cronies, control me
Till chromies come out, pistol smack mouth
Sit you ass back on the couch, continue that slouch
In a drought we bring the rains, about time we bring the pain
We all sing the same, same cell block, locked in chains
My mans BTK is insane, cerial killa type, nobody illa type
Next focus is Dougie the Hopeless, I know this dude can roll
At 18 years old, the kid murders like telephone pole
To drunk drivers, we some crunk riders
Some dump surivors, we bump vaginas
Nobody is liva than the livewiyahs, sparkin' since minors

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Originally Posted by SHRAP

heavy ballin wit his Black Flag you can call him Henry Rollins

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props on the black flag reference

Leatherface vandals.. candle blow-out contestants
warface menace burning society lessons
Plannin' town raids..pressin' the button to blaze ya'll snakes
Trace of the hands un-trace-able...i polly then release plaques
Graveyard Guardian rage...price of the tombs, and head-stones raised
Rip off a un-official official's aged skin..slap em' with pump-kins
Skunk funk morning breath..odor knock-out's boxer vets, un-concious men
Killer sinner..crucify, terrified, lamb hearted contenders, those tender spitters restin' on the 7th day...murder venue vaccine give-a-way
Saint strangle holiday..occupy the spray affair..laser beans glare
Hardrocks wheel the chairs...extort em' for fortune..open the lair
rare i lose..king moves..dramatic darts..flamin' vinyl's
Judges give rhino charges...art murders entourages
Lord have mercy squadrons..get hood-winked by Robin
Dodgin' flyin' stones...iron chrome rambo poems

Presidential return, residentials get burned
Give pheasants pencils to learn, sit back an observe
Fake lines get curved, make signs of words
At my bank crime reserve, I take mines an swerve, out
Villans feelin not nerve, doubt, startled wita verve shout
Wip some verbs out, activate a will like a belt
Drink a knowledge mold from the mic i melt, life i felt
In fights i dealt welts, take photos, they feel so ho
This big bolo, preachers can "dam" me, but can't slow my flow doe*
They therories is proto's, mines is facts, its time i max
Verbal control yo, mind and line attacks, crime in rhymes, i tax
And extort corners, so much killins, they import coroners
I scout drug dealers like the nba scout dem sport foreingers
Buisness topics in tropics, Push the market for the profits
Box cutters don't mark it they lock it, and spark it if they drop it
Instead of puchlines, spread some fed guidelines
An' guide mines, wit brides slide pride, reside in wide eyed, locations
Good systems of crime notations, don't lie on no asians, they split yo whole nation
This shit is so basic, my rhymes is a dummy book for real sins
I still run wit crooks in buildings, an steal funny looks from children




This big bolo, preachers can "dam" me, but can't slow my flow doe*

Preachers can damn me,(condemn), but can't slow my flow though (way i rap)

Meaning two: Preachers can dam me (water dam), but can't slow my flow though (water flow).
doe-though

Melodic melt-down, shatter rappers fiber-glass remains found
Hit cha' town silenty weaponry rounds, bird chip silencir sounds
The best breathin' bastard swords-man during killin' season
decapitate terrorists sleeping, seeking revenge reading
Obituaries.. forms vary so i never worry bout contestants
Lyrics bang like drum-lessons, got a war-fair obssession
My gift is my presence, don't wanna catch me un-pleasant
Days off un-dressin' dimes, slow wine the clit grind
Ain't nothin' pretty bout the boy, still i spit fine
Nine lines nickel plated , verbals generated
Penetrate ya favorite mc's, once his majesty squeeze
You weeze un-able to handle these thoughts crafted from my drastic steez... souldiers at ease freeze as i breeze through ranks
My music cranks loud disturbin' the peace, packin' a piece facin' the beast
Home is the East, where each one teach one, to overcome these slums
From n.J. garden state, so trees stay in my mind-state
Crime rate high, some hate life, despite blessings their stressin' death
Try to lead em' 2 the light, they black-out like Red n'Meth

If you daring I’m not caring
I’m baring my soul cutlass supreme the dream/
Got the scheme dreamed up like a pipe dream
Urban reality scam art-tist my speech be spreading like viruses/
Writing code right through you iris leave you blinded
By the pretend bling make the rings activate devices/
Infrared dead head medicate the wounds
Check for loons I goon the trap it’s a wrap/
Hood politics be a pile of tricks dictating
Verbally debating how we were raised in/
Now I’m blazing blunts stunt driver rhyme ion
Icon Bombay disarray displaying flaming retard/
Cut cha half of what the card pay check please
Dream weave the bars back into the database/
Storage supreme scam the hand out of java’s plans
Erase the dopest coke load up those foes/
Apply rules and regulation to any emcee
So don’t dare a corrupted envious lyrical assassin
Now I’m masking basking in glory without any robbins
I’m heart throbbing any shortie who wants to transfer data wit me/

Look, this man's ill, in highspeed traffic, at a stand still
In the closet, i hide thee magic, Say it and the man will
Got a try me habit*,
One kid said it and froze, know'in the mistake he made
Before the heat was on, he was breaded n rolled
I left his acres raided and papermated,Yo back in the laker days
He sported the faker ways, in sedated state
Frontin like he had bricks on boats,
But couldn't hold chips,
Had to take his skates, at his spot where he sold clips,
Snitches gave me old tips on some bold shit
Bout where he make his pay, anyway, in a hip hop joint
THat night i had to smash his tip off point, he stepped to me
HIs fake rep blew me, he ain't know he knew me
Cuz the set was gloomy, he bout to get the showy brusing
After the first line...he know he loosing, the nigga ain't even spit after
By the time he was sober, i had ripped chapters on a sick rapture
You know the kid attracted to metals, just like a magnet
Guns or ice,
But none in the ear, and i won't meddle wit the mag tip
Dust in my world don't settle, i'll take you back to chevy hours
Tote on levy towers, you can call my blunts pedals, cuz i smoke heavy flowers


*Got a try me habit, habit of tryin people who say try me