Official Freestyle Thread

look i mastered this, piece of disastrous
syntactical semantics accompanied by theatrical grammar
that's more hazardous then the semen i waste of Aaronson's mattress
it's comical about the exactness when i say your style is the wackest
you're better off doing SNL material you fuckin' actress
when it comes to killin' flows i'm serial, demented if you will
can't be fingerprinted or seen on video tape, Enemy of the State
dip my fingertips in acid swim laps in Lake Placid
so the government hounds can't detect my scent
i revent the english syntax to lyrically snap synapses
my poetic justice is illustrious
stack apple jacks just to buy snacks
and build excess tax that'll break backs like a Montana knapsack...

flames Mos

open the door, my pants sown to the floor,
here, choke on this sword,
my necks through a rope till my throats getting sore,
oh dear.. the Pope has just swore, hes rich, and i have odorous pores,
smoke dope and opium raw while im poking the floor,
all hope is restored! a joke? im not totally sure..

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fuck what you got on the scale your hand-held with nails
cross me next time and expect dimes to send you to hell
with drawers burning emcee's pay to see my sermon
s.t.d.'s are out of control that's why missisipi's burning
i got it in the guilty are charged by a madman entourage
with lanterns green marching for the cause
criminals break like laws as we circled walls
your fame fall for shittin' in the same stall
you lames mauled this is a murderous masterpiece of mastery
smash the league then leaved happily
thieves after me feds flashin' the cams
never did give my taxes to uncle sam
punk you scrams kicked like cans
banged like pots examine the man
darts movin' like van as ya'll dodge shots on land
sucker emcee's drop with guns jammed
they sons dammed occupation hitman
you better not hit back or face the sand
or else they claw cut wounded or smashed with iron hands
that cover the real u know the deal i devour who stands
in the way become prey preying for a better way
you ashtray butts too busy puffin' wonderin' how to stay paid
broke to the grave the coke is a plaque
and you sellin' tellin' is a fatal price to pay
these rappers i eat for luch then put the undigestable remains on a trey

u say u want revenge
in the end your life ends
in the midst of destruction
ur screamin and cussin
bcuz the planets have aligned
and the ur runnin out of time
to be one with the divine-dieties
i keep peace while others show hate
i wait for the time when they all against eachother
killin one another like prophecy preidcts
thanks to teiresius
your blind to my kind
so we sneek up on you like ninjas
and finish ya like this was mortal kombat
i run this whole thing like a ring leader
makin homeruns like derek jeter
yall try to cheat death but i shake you up like egg beaters
goodbye like aol
when you done cryin could you pay my bills

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

fuck what you got on the scale your hand-held with nails
cross me next time and expect dimes to send you to hell
with drawers burning emcee's pay to see my sermon
s.t.d.'s are out of control that's why missisipi's burning
i got it in the guilty are charged by a madman entourage
with lanterns green marching for the cause
criminals break like laws as we circled walls
your fame fall for shittin' in the same stall
you lames mauled this is a murderous masterpiece of mastery
smash the league then leaved happily
thieves after me feds flashin' the cams
never did give my taxes to uncle sam
punk you scrams kicked like cans
banged like pots examine the man
darts movin' like van as ya'll dodge shots on land
sucker emcee's drop with guns jammed
they sons dammed occupation hitman
you better not hit back or face the sand
or else they claw cut wounded or smashed with iron hands
that cover the real u know the deal i devour who stands
in the way become prey preying for a better way
you ashtray butts too busy puffin' wonderin' how to stay paid
broke to the grave the coke is a plaque
and you sellin' tellin' is a fatal price to pay
these rappers i eat for luch then put the undigestable remains on a trey

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niiice....

whatever level your on i'm well beyond distant mystic
space and time i design and twist it you can't resist
it's so dense newton laws suggest eventually you will fall
the G in me subsequently others envy and are left empty
with no heart at all or soul they just roam the globe under mind control
to my own beat i stroll not like jake but quick to correct your mistake
if you say i ain't great i give apes the shakes and ride around town
like pimp with a cape pussies i reshape they give more than they can take
no hugs for fake thugs who plug in to regenerate what i create
shift like tectonic plates and break ya mindsate no one's safe
kinectic phonetics hit ya in the face like a Remy Ace
feel the embrace when i shove my Qi into your place...

you got guns we got gunners and number runners
that'll speak in code set-up hoes for stunners
you in slumber were in hummers
cops checkin' plates we eat good so they investigate
don't instigate or else we bomb gates
you fakes blow each other out like candles on cakes
were sittin' on weight and your bitches face
she want it oral but a pot of grits was what i ate
washed it down with belmont springs
you feel from fight swings for them faking ain't a thing
you thugs are killer bee's without stings
boxers without hands choke em with rubberbands
i'm a relentless man with a python in my pants
speech worth grands and i'm not talking contraband
empire expands like a vultures wingspan
slap em up til' they bleedin' for thieving
the god is back so who do u belive in??
leave him where the hungry maggots crawl
heavy like cannon balls ya'll stare in awe
fuck what you thinkin' thoughts decorate the walls
you and your stinkin' bitch eat dick on sinkin' ship
but before the death weighter comes leave me a tip

Thinking the SHEEP isn't deep as a submarine
I'm the slide cha out cha spine rip your mind apart
type of ripper, without tipping your getting gypped/
ripped off from the taxation creating waste
facing the case tasting the edge of my blade/
you ain't seen a “Demon In the Flesh” at his best destroying stress
when addressed SIN I ring in new years with a hells pit in your mom's cl-it/
split cha noogin in half without jargin jogging up hills with demons strapped to your back
and Hades ripping a track with efforts Tom Clancy couldn't author/
on the mic you ain't nice I'm NICE venom spewing chewing up rappers
digest artists against parental advised suggested suggestions during my sessions/
legal label heart dropper time topper story cropper bomb dropper
killer flow rocker stone cold mic ripper get zipped up like Mike Jack's red jacket/
I stay lite in a silqiuty of chaos displaying odds it'll take a ton o' guns
to spit flows that'll take work hate verbage making nerds itch by the pitch/
flip the flem leave you lent like a past tense end cha sentence
relentless with words I mainfest from the grind cuz i'm a NY Nigga/

Full clip from the mic champ degrees hot the rant chants
mind over machine the ingredients advanced
plasma sight the energetic kinetic stance
beyond normal tarantula attack
street dice thrown six shots hit his back
pardon me fluent fiber-optic tracks
stage dive imperial spats
glide over the four door
45 special door hit locks penetrated
we happy breaking through dusty tombs
based off agenda passed empty rooms
noon time chucky in the doll body
egyptian mummy wrap party
cup full the bull outside charges
a warrant for a con that coin sides the largest

i piece together life like a puzzle
any nigga barkin at me, on they mouth i put a muzzle
they muffled livin life as hard as they can cuz they troubled
and do i care? nope.
dont got time for this opera of soap
im cleaner than most dont do dope
still have hope for rappers tryin to make it in this cold world
told em id be the one pullin all the girls
they said no you want
i told em dont front
i pull stunts like bmx bikers
niggas locked up from alcatraz to rykers
came through like taz the manian devil
and made it to the next level
almost beat the game cuz im gainin fame
its a damn shame when u find the one you love has gone
but u just soldier on
and thats what we do just keep runnin through the checkpoints till we win the race
it dont matter who you are go at your own pace
and make it big

never been immune to street drama never rocking weak armor
heat harm ya complete karma on ya'll weak corners
you talk alot of yap chap caught in the death trap
cover the tracks and those who slack catch a blow donkey kick impact
no horsing around my defense force em to grounds
he's dropped in the river force him to drown
fearless come near this your losing each round
tackle em slash his knot pass the rock
before he self destructs earth slammed on his block
ground cracks ear deafning sound-tracks
hand crazy glued to the mack shots send em back
fire through helmets crabs get pinched for stacks
released running back to the ave to keep his hustle intact
no stunts man blocked bullets so i pray with holy hands
these days are fishy and the baracuda is in demand
A true guru(r.i.p.) with the solar system in his hand
you'll never be the man until you follow Allah's commands

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

never been immune to street drama never rocking weak armor
heat harm ya complete karma on ya'll weak corners
you talk alot of yap chap caught in the death trap
cover the tracks and those who slack catch a blow donkey kick impact
no horsing around my defense force em to grounds
he's dropped in the river force him to drown
fearless come near this your losing each round
tackle em slash his knot pass the rock
before he self destructs earth slammed on his block
ground cracks ear deafning sound-tracks
hand crazy glued to the mack shots send em back
fire through helmets crabs get pinched for stacks
released running back to the ave to keep his hustle intact
no stunts man blocked bullets so i pray with holy hands
these days are fishy and the baracuda is in demand
A true guru(r.i.p.) with the solar system in his hand
you'll never be the man until you follow Allah's commands

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niiice


anvil spill heavyweight you know the drill
my belt you can't steal but ya girl i'll let her feel
get a rush when i kick in the vault verbal assault
hush the room with a kaboom mindblown off zoomed
neighbors consume the fumes only the Dalai Lama is immuned
no autotone to make ya swoon a Guru whose Jazzmatazz
mesmerize the class from alum to new buffoons i'm a tycoon
with the rhyme and sip the flow with my wine organically i dine
like lobster tails i break spines impale weak minds and set sail
in the sunshine drop anchor and raid ya land i'm obsurd with the word
converting heathens while waving my contraband...

my style of terror is mental
through the use of instrumentals
welcome to hostel part three
u can do u but im doin me
you cant see cuz i blinded you
but i aint shinin'
im just gougin eyes out for more profit
yall dun lost it the style and the flava
please sign this waver
so i can send you on a cruise to lose your
soul stole the soles off ya feet
have fun dancin on the hotstreets gettin hook worms
and infections from the germs
im on terms u cant comprehend
and if you try to see my true form ya life will end
in flames

fists pumping before the thumping get to dumping
pump to your punk men easy for the punking
parking in the lot weather hot women sucking
for nothing coasting no more easy grossing
attracting carribean queens like billie ocean
easy lover potion we sprang in motion