Official Freestyle Thread

These cats talking sleezy on n on bout how they guns'll pop...
But when it come to drama, they M.I.A. like "SiCkArOcKs"..
word to God.. ya'll actin' hard talkin' bout knives and nines and live rounds..
Knowin that when the time come? You'll be hidin inside like Amy Winehouse..
I'ma make you come out, with a pipe bomb on the window ledge..
Once you come out? I'm hittin you once -- layin u out -- like Kevin Everett..
And it won't ever end.. you roaches party until I pull out the RAID..
With one fuckin spray - fuck up your day - plaque your party like AIDs,
I say my shit to ya face, fuck hiding where I can never be found..
I'm on the block with a blowhorn yellin for every one to come out..
Come gather round the block hoodlum who achieved the demon status,
Eloheem battler, walking through the light with shady tactics,
Robbing mothers with children in the backseat and the front,
When I jumped in.. no friendly shit.. gimme the money bitches and run..
Now bodies is droppin and shit gettin' hotter, gotta relinguish my hold..
On the streets that I roam.. time to let the little ones experience and grow..

aiyo aiyo aiyo
im bout dat shit nigga get dimes and the piano tye selection
88 keys you kno the hard erection type selection
never mentioned the tension between me and home boy
sittin on the block slangin dope blattin chrome toys
phone noise i got it spot it nigga i get u red dotted
shotted hair notted shaved it off copped a black on black fit
i got the black on black fifth wit the black on black on black whip
plus in the trunk keep banna clips ratchets and m16's ready for war
ready for barrels and fours kickin down doors
and wave it in ya core clear da fukin store
wit my pump action i bumpy action
got pussy niggas in the trunk drunk laughin
got ttvs in there cartoon it up
keep the beige in the truck white on myself
unbreakable glocks save the wealth wit stealth
i shelf ya products my narcotics is mo trippy
i mmo clipp y and mo flippy

I'm militant inventing untouchable inventions
Horrible hype henchman that pen glistens
Driven by a fury to murder furiouis rhythms
Break backs then lean, the crippling fiend
Bring ya regime i bring more pain than scorpion stings
Swinging swords of justice, know cops wanna buck us
That shit's been going on, over my chest a kevlarr vest i'm throwing on
Only the good die young strung out
Make it a fun bout, boxing rounds with no gun out
Sun out so run for the shade i move and i blaze
My block knows i'm nice like they know the government made A.i.d.s.
Either hated, or praised, i spit ether, and slay the fugaze
Under the fitted braids, Many amazed by the fatal lines displayed
Toke more chronic than Dr. dre, late for work gotta go before they dock my pay

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A gifted, lifted, lyricist i lounge lo by the bricks
When i need a violent fix i'll crucify a clique quick
Slick with street slang, and firing weaponry bang
Come up off that large change while i'm in range
the games documentary writer, pass the fire
So i can snack on these half ass rapping sires
Thev'e been required to quit, but they won't submit
so what's lit ? it's my brain lit with untouchable wit

I make cats scatter, scatter-brains i expose the grey matter..
Batter ya blatter so you'll shit on ya self, the selfish nigga slapper..
Get dap cause i'm dapper than Dan, connected con decepticon..
Rap form transformer, lyrical desert storm rocket propelled verbal bombs..
stay calm, four leaf clover holder, ladies love my lucky charms..
Godzilla gorilla, fat dudes my swords slice ya chunky arms..
Flunkies fond of the word is bond bondsman..
Janes fucker, after my spear targeted Tarzan..
God-man my team bob-sled through heads leaving no traces of blood-shed..
Ghetto vampire, and weed-head, that's why the eyes red..
The livest lyricists i leave dead on arrival..
Ripping rivals to dust, as i combust sauwed -off recitals..
Violent, and vital, fly flow wingspreads rapid..
Dynamite hits i give to the addicts like crackheads..
Rappers stressed that they can't kill me i was born half-dead..

On a mission, slapping competition,
A 100 million dollar mass market competition
Oil eruptions, Belief disruptions
Kenyan forces beating up our cousins
Lyrically spinning fine lines which I possess
Ya get taught about the best when ya get lost in the forest
I bless any men who think they can step up
and talk me down, I'll verbally kick their ass outta town

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Originally Posted by Fermi Paradox

On a mission, slapping competition,
A 100 million dollar mass market competition
Oil eruptions, Belief disruptions
Kenyan forces beating up our cousins
Lyrically spinning fine lines which I possess
Ya get taught about the best when ya get lost in the forest
I bless any men who think they can step up
and talk me down, I'll verbally kick their ass outta town

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Dope

You can't find the fanatic, that left your window panes shattered
Wobble from jabs jagged, maximum damage, merciless havoc
iv'e gathered the cult, along with the colt that busts bolts
Through your kitchen walls cracked, chop off hands while you cut coke
Left a suicide note, next to the rope, kneck wrapped
Left your house booby trapped, so whoever walk in it's a deathtrap
Once you open the front door, prepare for a flying axe
I'm flying acts into the White house, my mind snapped
Can't relax my secrets told to every service
Ride on the bushes on purpose, hear em murmur fore theyr'e murdered

im stompin over ya underdeveloped intellegence
like a herd of elephants.. my word is relevant
and gritty, official.. i hit da city with missles
but officials never whistled the play.. my blade
pixilates ya face... ya gristle displayed
just like some art work.. been propped on a eisel
im quick to spit my dart first... drop people
jus like a bad habit.. by-standers jumpin
like jack rabbits.. i pack rachets
got mad coke packets stashed in attics
stock supply in crates.. its kingshyt
yall cant defy the great
aint no matchin up to my size and weight
ive combined my cake.. sales goin retail
supplyin da states.. loungin wit horny females
inside estates...its like anchors away
the way i stop flows.. with .38 hog nose
specials.. my moneys embezzeled
'n im rollin wit nuttin but some hungry rebels
goin out for da loot.. we got moutains to move
accountants to shoot.. knock em out of they boots
bleedin n screamin.. jus like a new born fetus
puttin holes in they domes.. like the thorns to jesus

I stay more weeded than Smokey, Red, and Meth
So what you got a bad bitch that bitch got bad breath
you rap niggas is fragile, i'm holding weight like Raekwon the Chief
Simplistic, yet gifted, act up my biscuit it'll make ya'll statistics
Give out shots like cops give out tickets
Buisness is handled, anyone diss they get dismantled
Throw you thru the earth's mantle
The viper that violently manhandles
My girls wilder than Naomi Cambell
I scramble through jungles of concrete
So call me a ghetto athlete
that'll leave contestants with cracked teeth
Never react weak, i'll benchpress ya peeps

i wreck threads... like scalin razor wire
stayin higher cuz my game is tighter
sold out shows.. wit my name on da flier
flame in da fire... been smolderin
like rocks of boulder blend
peruvian.. i stay R rated
until the movie end
stoppin ya motion picture
sip this potent elixer.. got me tipsy
n now im gropin ya sister wit fifty
homies in line.. n she gon miss me
but aint lonely tonight!

triangular warfare as i step out the square
Leaving leigons hearing impaired live from my lair
Sword will slice off ya ears
body ripped like it was caught in the grips of a grizzly bear
Your dizzy broad braids my pretty hair
Beat the backyard so hard the hoe gotta make moves in a wheelchair
Your life i will spare but first prepare for torture
With electricity to your testicles shocked vivdly
I bring the slug delivery got Al quada praising me
Bag ya body like goods and grocereries
I'm so cold blooded when i grab the mic watch it freeze
Murdering rappers at ease that spit that make believe

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Originally Posted by KingShyt

im stompin over ya underdeveloped intellegence
like a herd of elephants.. my word is relevant
and gritty, official.. i hit da city with missles
but officials never whistled the play.. my blade
pixilates ya face... ya gristle displayed
just like some art work.. been propped on a eisel
im quick to spit my dart first... drop people
jus like a bad habit.. by-standers jumpin
like jack rabbits.. i pack rachets
got mad coke packets stashed in attics
stock supply in crates.. its kingshyt
yall cant defy the great
aint no matchin up to my size and weight
ive combined my cake.. sales goin retail
supplyin da states.. loungin wit horny females
inside estates...its like anchors away
the way i stop flows.. with .38 hog nose
specials.. my moneys embezzeled
'n im rollin wit nuttin but some hungry rebels
goin out for da loot.. we got moutains to move
accountants to shoot.. knock em out of they boots
bleedin n screamin.. jus like a new born fetus
puttin holes in they domes.. like the thorns to jesus

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That was rawness right there!

Souls from chamber slaves returned from graves
rage against the stage, the demons caged
then set loose to attack the booth, the devil exists im living proof
whispering demons translated by heathens
the exorsism left scars and lesions, harnessed power of all the seasons
strikes without warnings or reason, king of darkness daunting the treason