Official Freestyle Thread

hate rappers thats just spittin, talkin that talk, that babble
we poppin that glock puttin grey matter on the gravel
fuckin wit my uptown click bitch get bucked down quick
get found two weeks later in an out of town ditch
aint noone lookin for me cuz they all know im right here
when i find these hoes they know ill blow out they right ear
kick em in the neck, put the clip up in the tek
one up in they lungs, blood spittin on the deck
coughin it up like haze smoke, fake bitch i blaze jokes
talkin like they played the dope game, just fake folk
comin playin wit my brothers im runnin trains on ya mothers
leave you like ya momma layin under the covers
under the sheets, bring it to em rain thunder or sleet
you runnin that mouth but i run wit the heat
sewer ass mofuckas, put you under the street
leave it to your bitch to lick the cum from my meat

i want to keep this kicking so i will start filping i want to be triping so whats the go beter get my flow going so i wont be owing shit! beter get going sometime soon to get soooo high i will be over the moon that right wen most people get near me i make there day go to night full on fright night
thats the way i roll i strive to survive this shit of a life!!!! peace out

Spittin' spontaneous lines, impact ya brain damaged crushed
Flower mc's wither without sun, buzy lightin' a dutch
Much anticipated cobra style, wild niggas caught in my clutch
Let's discuss the darts i throw like a discus
Niggas either against us or with us, them chumps get pistol-whipped once
Screaming stop, their hearts stop from stomps applied to the chest-box
Bulletproof vests rocked before i war with cops, givem' badges on the rocks
As a shorty i was the baddest bastard on the block, know i block cheap shots
And sock niggas like Chicago, smoking el's in my El dorado

never subtle wit any rebuttal....spit a puddle....then after i bust...your moms be beggin to cuddle...flood minds like the nile...lay squares like bathroom tile....platinum smiles turn to rust....when i blow...the ox's in my mouth spontaneously combust....lust beats and rhymes...hand out sweets wit my dimes....lines be defined as divine...rewind ya sun dial... and watch me shine until the end of time...sublime is how i carry mine....en route to the paramount...when in doubt i always remain devout...to all i survey and convey...my forte causes much dismay...the shite i wrote be dope.... like old tracks of Ray

If ya search deep inside you will find tha core/ The core of ya soul which ya cant ignore/ So dig down deep and make the move/ Be a real fucking man and feel tha groove/ Then take controll and dont be fake ..

Come follow me follow me catch the flow/ I aint tha best rapper and this i know/ But i love this shit coz its in ma soul/ Jus let tha ink bleed two and frow/ Man this rap game got me going head strong/ So every time a do this i feel like a belong/ If ya think thats wrong ya betta think again/ Coz rap is still alive at tha end of ma pen ..

Shout out to ma peoples who be fighting tha true fight/ We gotta stick together and show them our might/ We will never give up or beleive there hype/ Coz we dont do fake, we do real life/ So ma love for yall is strong and ya spirrit be true/ And av got ya back if they try to get to you/ Keep tha fight going strong and never give in/ And keep tha power of tha people real deep within ...

Unprotected my spy wears infected its ragged
never been washed, so fresh and clean call'n you an
outkast with that rhyme'n style I squashed. My
empire of bullets strikes back like a jedi nick named
Silent Walker, called you jabba with that stank'n
rhyme like R.Kelly your just another perv talker.
Play'n with those words call'n me out like you can
rep the wu tang, grabbed the knife put it to your
head and laughed as I cut your throat as I yelled Bang!

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Originally Posted by O3EY

Unprotected my spy wears infected its ragged
never been washed, so fresh and clean call'n you an
outkast with that rhyme'n style I squashed. My
empire of bullets strikes back like a jedi nick named
Silent Walker, called you jabba with that stank'n
rhyme like R.Kelly your just another perv talker.
Play'n with those words call'n me out like you can
rep the wu tang, grabbed the knife put it to your
head and laughed as I cut your throat as I yelled Bang!

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Nice drop

visions of crusades
with strays richocet off opressed spades
hunting with a blade on 90 acre everglades
recited hood odyssies from a puerto rican prodigy
logically i'm just spit piff crack methodically
throwin 'bows for your dro i'm comittin armed robberies

the wordier you are the less you understand
who wants to hear humanity instead of man
a force that hits quick in a broad sense
sounds sweeter than musically chopping off your head
the greatest poets have written the best
but the true meaning is forever put to the test
scientists have been promoted as the top tier
but socratic philosophies would infect their ear
sheep see the slaughter, but it's too late
as a shepherd we lead our lives through the next age
plagiarism is promoted, but remember it's banned
don't copy but create new ideas you'll later expand

Punchlines punish rubbish minds, lyrical monuments my rhymes
Focused to find the wack that lack the knack to spit their lines exact
I'm strapped with rapid raps, mixed wit acid hit cha' hat wit my hatchet
Rats get the rachet execution, including 21 slug in ya mug distribution
Rappers boosting my thoughts get shot on blocks, hear the gunshots
Fun stops when glocks on cock spit, cats become statistics
My scriptures scripted in hell-fire, demon raps are realistic
Mentally gifted to get live, wanted dead or alive

Ancient Pages tell of Revelations, when Paegans were Plagued with..

Caskets and Ashes of Urns, Splashes of Words Tap ya ass in a Curve
as i Divide Dragons with my Divine Fragrence, i hold the Diamond Ace's
Die-In an' untimely fashion, passion of slugs capture da master above
thieves in the night, bleed from my knife, make em see eternal night

Stopmed ya 3rd eye twice force'n in sin's 2 eyes can't see, all eyes in two innocents in suspense makes ya tense like the fatal sting of a killa bee. Lyrical martial arts is the art of fight'n with comma's and verbal pressure points, read the lyrics of a fake black belt and turned my back cause he disappoints.

ya'll are pink like Pigs that Oink, Chipz is Coinz as my mind record n rewindz
recently reminded of the lives that our blinded by sign'z of excitment
ova a high that makes ya not wanna close ya eyelids
im sick like them corner ho dime chicks, sellin they only prize to a guy that like'z it
Why List the White men that i know that Finds em'
i'll be more Wize then any manz age like mines 100 x 10
ya Behind In this Line that I Made, i got guys thats sicka then the White Plague, And Aids, they tryied but like the sticky ness ova time they coun't foreva BAND -aids, he my right hand ace, up my sleeve like phines shootin base, perfect shots like mj at the freethrow line at buzzer time..