Official Freestyle Thread

Before i was birthed here on this earth nation
A creative spark was sent to James Cameron as inspiration
This brought on the Terminator, a classic tale
which were the ingredients i'd unveil
My mission perameters were sent back through time
Through funny words, thoughts, media like signs
I knew all along, i was unmatched in rank
in 2001 i made Frank the Lyrical Tank
Exclaiming CALL ME FRANK like rahzel
My robot voice would break through hell
Years passed, maybe 4 or 5
Holocaust's Robot Tank was now alive
Now i aint a hater but this man is biting
Let me explain how i'd beat him with violence
You are plain and stout, your feeble mind cannot mimmic me
Dimensions of Mentally Physically Spiritually Lyrically
When god said Let there Be Light, that was sound energy
That formed the universe scientists perceive as eternity
Lyrical Tank is Lyrical because he's Sinary not Binary
That means his code is what's really defining me
RA exists in density number 6
I took salvia and went over 5 octaves with a twist
When i came back down i became possessed
By a musical keyboard coming out my back and stressed
It dragged me up and down the stairs, hanging on to the banister
When i ran around a corner, the keys pressed and sounded so sinister
After 10 minutes i went to bed and rested
My experience gave me powers leaving higher beings defenseless
I know you rap because you are a god
but through evolution i reveal that you are not
When i link events its the future i recite
I chose to grow weed to learn about life
I'm sorry to reign down on paradise's parade
But "The King isn't Born... he is MADE."

From Washington to Bridgeport we rip rugged gunning the rhyme force
Put your quarters in my designed slots so u can play the blood sports
Thoughts in my brain warped pain brought makes your flames forced
so many lames lost the inspiration too many imitators imitating
Sounding way off the beat-breaks so it isn't fascinating
with many queens i'm mating after shows theyr'e patiently waiting
To get broke off so many folks floss locked trying to get coke off
these rappers claim to be thugs but kiss the ass of the boss
No hits your auctioned then sold off word to Officer Ross
bitches want the money and exposure so their swallowing stars
So they can wear Prada, gucci, and drive the fast cars
paper stacking like Tracy Chapman track you in action
I'm in digital digitally blasting with a deadly passion
fashion kept simple when i'm axing, maxing, or smashing
return of the jedi with the red eye the spaced out captain
No slacking in my slacks deport ya style like kat stacks
whoever doesn't think is impulsive so think black
Got some Brandy in a glass you want to drink that?
spit facts until the skin on my lips crack
another day another get-back and hood traps
cats with gats gunning police because they refuse to go back
fiends mixing blunts with dust and crack
thieves in packs that'll steal your momma's purse and give her a slap
I'm the illest quarterback none of you players could get me sacked
Only the strong survive so we learned how to adapt
and get money the legal way without the dope or cooked crack
here's a toast to that my team dangerous like territorial bobcats
no way i'm getting pimped by signing a record contract
thoughts so deep when i write aliens i contact
telling this kid on the block to watch his boys action he better calm that
burn one for all my soulja's that got fatally hit in combat
like the gravediggaz they never gonna come back

im back on top form, but still 2 demons harrass me
this shit is wack even the cia mind control embarrass me
yo Bush, your dicks a shrimp with rabies
your an ugly motherfucker, how you gonna get ladies?
You that retard Hawking and Obama
World Domination? No damn never
I am the apocolypse, believe the rhymes
you use the masses but they can't see the signs
Hip-Hop has a new element, Terrorism
I will defeat you in battle with my lyrical visions

9/22 will be like Run-DMC and Aerosmith - Walk this Way.. a hot ass REMIX

no joke son, i'm better than the last one
i stop the planes engines in mid air and drop some
we dont crash we free fall through the fucking windows
this is hiphop nigga we do battles
you think you can fucking beat me talking shit behind your screens
nigga im mean, im real, you feel im the real deal
i'm the absolute true most power that will ever be
i'm not an MC, an MC is a homosapien trying to be me

PS. COME ON THEN

Cross face chicken wing emcees
gutter bucket suckers thinking they can speak off collar
and not holla at the SHEEP/
never a dog, never a cat, never that,
never what cha thought I wuz
I'm cold as ice, dead at nights you write
nice when I punt cha in the dome piece/
you can't tackle the spit you speckle round like paint
thinking cuz you look at crackle thinking you can rattle
snakes in the grass always strike when you least expecting it/
deepen threads threats are a mine field of metaphors
tripping rippers with flows shutting them up like zippers/
body bagging lines you minds on the nose candy rain
taken down dames in prepared reigns like dames you game/
this is just a TASTE OF THE SHEEP deep as the red sea
now you bleeding never feeding off my shield you ain't piercing/

I sense a power struggle by the few you hold dear
I sip a few brews as the smog comes near
My steez will be duplicated by a false one
He will appear miraculous and be called Son
He will seem pretty, a voice angelic and empathetic
But behind his glimmer, his lyrics are pathetic
I have already won, take heed to my word
it's not even 2012.. so why now? isn't that absurd
basically i outgrew feeling like a patient feeling so impatient
with the ways of mankind... end my statement...

My FBI photo would be exceedingly weird
When the clouds move, another satellite appears
I wave to the sky and do a naked strut
I dodge the traps and leave enemies in a rut
I think the future will be flipping hilarious mate
You will forever feel guilt that never arrives late
Like a KICK ME stuck upon your forehead
Hell is on earth, you can never feel more dead
I feel unenergetic, i have to wait till tomorrow
(FOR WHAT!?) to charge up my third eye like Lion-O
I know the Cheshire Cat from alice in wonderland is real
I smoke weed from bagpipes to keep it real
You know the score, its an own goal
By your silly keeper, a nutmeg which crush your teams soul
I'll drop your jaw like King Tuts when he was in the Great Pyramid proper
smokin' Skunk and had a vision of a helicoptor
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Here comes the PlaaaAne! :)

Eyes in the sky, transmitter on the ground
My Minds Firewall is less than down
Alpha, Beta, Delta, Theta
Brainwaves altered, payback later
My lower chestmuscles, left-side tight
THey want me to act up to lose my rights
All these attacks happen because i enjoy it
imagine learning from machines to help destroy it
I go outside for a smoke, but no clouds soar
A diamond in the sky, the big one flickers more
The intense feeling grows, overcome and dizzy
I love my life, now it's time to get busy
Snakes of government energy on the transmission
[ROGER], over here i went to sleep but still they keep dissing
I preserve a flow cus my style is the salt, Your the Snail
Ya bitch went to jail then half the Jail went in ya girl

Again it increases, but still they get no satisfaction
Try Neuro-Programmer 3 cus its good for relaxing :)

I had a dream of the future where i could not lose
They want me psychotic, dazed and confused
What if they scripted funny events to gather evidence
The Agents are pawns of the Devils placements
I am King DEV, creator of Nuclear Fire 1.0
an AOL Proggie that was itself alive and SCHIZO
WINSOCK Network'd PunterS TOS'ers
UK Government; bunch of tossers


(PS. Anarchist Cookbook was dope)

ain't gonna apologize my efforts are limitless
no man no boy just women can touch this
show up not givin a fuck you think it's hysterical
skills cover it up like a miracle it's pronounced lyrical
words are cheap it matters if ya mind is more deep
the experience show you that my words walk and keep
in reality there is deformity with pronounciation
there's backspace but listen go, talk again elimination
you're nervous system just a bunch of pessimistic ideas, stuck in a prism
a janitor cleaning up feces, tellin ya POLISH is the dominant species
I come off with effort-less easy steezy style
give me 2 seconds for you it will be a while,
dont matter names william sam kyle
killa so many times bodies should be in piles
my collaboration is a collection of devastation
the offensive technique is unique stop your style of evasion
now i'm done, your actually my biological son
fucked ya momma regret not using a condom

The only option left for GOD is whats harming these cats
God your human race is dying out fast
I made you make me man
I told you to make me so you could hate me
In your ear, I was a whisper in the wind delivering your shivering
and quivering in your home-made universe that you living in
Replicating cells in the biological fraud
Life is a shattered piece of the hologram of god
Try to battle me, i rip up reality
ya counterfeit, like your fake ass anatomy
I feel dope now i roll a fat blunt
Toastman is in the sky with the style that you want
Make you question whatever you've come for
Imma make you discover discomfort
Imma make you walk your own plank on the ship thats sinking
I kill a man with my mind and call it Good Thinking

Toastmans in the sky, flying up so high
And I kill a bird, nah im tellin a lie
Spit facts, on-track, and let the beat boom
And Play it up loud, make noise in the room
I came here unmasked blew you back with the blast
come back on track, out the door with the cash
The style i chose, seperation of foes
Flowing out syllables, a style that grows
Style to get wild, and my beats will get sweeter
Im everflowing so, the pro'll kill a cheater
Spittin out rhyming with timing to bring the terror
I rip ya front teeth out raw cus your an error
I disect ya flows cus its part of the plan
theres a hole in ya chest, the heart of a man
Now my rhyme attack the track got you all back to back
check the track, infact ya wack
Altered agents, a mental patient
I see things in my room come out my statements
I get funky, I run the show when spittin rhymes
And, I will leave you all satisfied all the time
With mad rhythm kickin something funky when im spittin
takin or given with the way that im livin
I spit loud and i rock the crowd
Toastman will save the day and then make you all Proud

when shells drop dreams stop everybody wants the cream and the crop
to make it on top i infiltrate spots like under-cover cops
but i'm far from a pig dealing with survival ya dig
rivals get jigged and terminated walking out the crib
with no weapons the flow left em vegetable
stack the money off the books fuck the federals
so we steam and steam-roll the miserable
soul departs the physical you weren't born original
and nearly every spit is spiritual
your tempted to press the issue i must diss you
for a reason only we know oh he's not official
over and done i evaded all the guns in your slums
they heard the beat drop and ducked thinking it was a blast from a gun
so many women blowing me son i made them fast from their tongue
slap a bum for trying to pass me the rum
pump a cunt then leave the cash when i'm done
grass in my palms get stung by the one
brown hornet with protectors protecting the nest
Niggas hearts pump kool-aid see the sugar leaking from they chests

I bomb threads wit explosive grammar mixed wit calm threats/
y'all slaves' mindframes is concave, but my head's convex/
I led conquests across continents, check my contents/
I stormed catholic conferences and conquered they convents/
then I conjured up the convicted spirit of Eldridge Cleaver/
a helpless seeker of truth to mute the expelled deceivers/
when the wicked cardinal beheld his leader he fell in fevers/
begged for grace, I blew reefa in his face and said 'tell the reaper'/
ain't no mercy receivers in the last chapter, third testament/
ain't no fast rapture, we blast the mac at the church tenements/
the worst pestilence is sentenced to pass at the first bell toll/
for my mellas behind cell do's I'm sendin em to the worst hellhole....

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Originally Posted by Prophet Picasso

I bomb threads wit explosive grammar mixed wit calm threats/
y'all slaves' mindframes is concave, but my head's convex/
I led conquests across continents, check my contents/
I stormed catholic conferences and conquered they convents/
then I conjured up the convicted spirit of Eldridge Cleaver/
a helpless seeker of truth to mute the expelled deceivers/
when the wicked cardinal beheld his leader he fell in fevers/
begged for grace, I blew reefa in his face and said 'tell the reaper'/
ain't no mercy receivers in the last chapter, third testament/
ain't no fast rapture, we blast the mac at the church tenements/
the worst pestilence is sentenced to pass at the first bell toll/
for my mellas behind cell do's I'm sendin em to the worst hellhole....

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sickness my dude!