Official Freestyle Thread

Trench Town Terrorists be click and the turf/
see y'all should learn it's not right to place your dick in the dirt/
'cause fuckin' with mines'll git you shot or seriously hurt/
your bitch be on my dills, she loves to bi-curiously flirt/
I spit a verse and instantaneously she's givin' me brains/
I tell the bitch to take a hike and give her fair for the train/
leave my gizshot in her hair with a stain, she's callin' me back/
beggin' for me to rip it and spray it all on her back/
I'm like "Trick please", you can lick these and swallow those/
you just a groupie hoe, another fan of Creepy Follows' flows/
I'm on the block daily gittin' that gwop/
verbally the kid's third-degree mercury spittin' that hot/
y'all should be punished spittin' that rubbish, y'all ain't rappers/
it only takes a nickelplated thirty-eight to push your brain backwards/
so fuck rhymin', yo Da Don's got moves to make/
people to see, places to go, mad money to take/
it's great, sit back sippin' on crushed grapes/ rigatoni plates, contemplate at Fat Tony's place/
you know the name but you can't identify the face/
you can catch me at your crib waitin' while I fry a steak/
coming home shocked, your jaw dropped and suddenly fell/
beggin' for dearlife, knowin' that I'll kill you and I won't tell/
you can go ahead and think there's no Heaven and no hell/
but cowards die a thousand deaths, pussy you so frale/
I smoke L's in the stairwell when it's cold/
downlow from the 5.0, communicating in morse code/
leave your corpse froze layin' stiff in the lobby/
spray the fifth or the shotty, rigamortis in your body/
only spit for the hobby, 'cause where I'm from we don't battle/
catch a smiley from a scalpel for that weak verse you babbled/
you'll git overshadowed by crows, vultures, jackals and wolves/
stripped naked in the club, dubbed and jacked for your clothes/
then your jacket gits sold at the pawn shop/
along with your wrist-watch that your mom bought, don't git shot on the wrong block/
in the TdotO we got guns, we got dough/
alot of bodies that you need not know/
I'm on the low-low chillin' at the weed spot yo/
we ain't south of the border but we eat tacos/
fuck bitches in they face and laugh/
I got a fetish to chase your lady down in the forrest with a Jason mask/
when I was young I used to play hockey, baseball and other stuff/
now I'm into gittin' cash, and fuckin' 'til the rubber busts/
pocket full of dough but still grimy ridin' on the bus/
if I spit you a freestyle it would take ya forever to stop ridin' my nuts/
punchline rappers and back-packers git bruised badly/
female rappers git gizzed on like "who's your daddy?"/

enough with this, I can keep typing all night on some random grime, y'all step your mothafuckin' game up, that's my mothafuckin' word, I'm COCKY as FUCK!

wattup iNtell3kT.. herd u was vexed..ya verse is a mess..ya betta off reversin ya breath..
turn in tha text.. fucc-tha-midwest.. man Ya been WRECKED..deal with it..I spin hedz..
SPIT CESS...niggaz get high off..spittin nice?? why try dog..? since when u been smart?..
I take apart ya lamest drop..investigate..minez razor sharp and decimates..! ya linez plain as dark..
u seek attention IN DESPERATE WAYS!. reach a destined place get ya chest just sprayed../
get played like chess n made embarrased..I lay my Karots..aza gift..see if u can snatch em quick.../
itz a game of dis-a-pline..gotta be quicker then men..if not ya bitch drop her drawz.../
As I fucc her..watch as she dropz her jaw..pure torment..jealousy endorsement..!/
thatz how fellaz be often..but not when AC bangin ya CHICK! in front of ya CRIB../
get blunted n shit..it still remainz burned in ya memory clip.. so learn every writ../
I sever u quick..u aint clever like this..not better then this veteran who spit......../
I can flex wordz wit lyrical gestures..make ya feel PIST or FRESH DIRT..step.. herb..

get word you runnin ya mouth ill hunt you lames down
put a gun in ya mouth like "what you sayin now?"
never scared, yall sayin that i got to fear these hoes?
i leave holes in them bitches like a box of cheerios
yall dont want to fear me? dont, i aint afraid the least
just remember when i see ya, gotta pay the fees
hate to see you aint a G, you just like talkin
i got metal friends bitch, they just like poppin
im bussin fo sho, if yall try touchin my dough
ill empty out ya pockets like you fuckin my hoes
this that hustle n flow, and yall dogs aint like man
matter fact you a flea, just a parasite, damn
put my dick in ya bitch mouth, inject the jaja
yall stupid faggots tryna claim intellekt, A-HAH-HAH
aint a-clik-I-know but I know you scalpin haters
while N.E.L stay doin numbers like calculators

Silently stalk tracks untill the snare pause/
Vice locked grasp tearin emcees with bear claws/

Fists of stone drowning clicks with the landslides/
Finding the ring, like bitch hobbits with scared eyes/

Not even IRA comps can re-route my context/
Overload with more stories than each housing project/

See how I drop bomb text, On the weak and feeble/
Just a complex cyborg made of grease and steal/

Deadly sins overload on the mic/
Never met my match like exploded dynamite/

Intellekt'll get in ya head, leave ya brain broke, take ya 2 cents
thinkin' your shit is tight? verbal gunner, blow ya mind from the left and make it right
yeh you're packin' heat, like a gay satan your asshole's flammin'
I'm nice with it, it's only at assholes your aimin'!
fuck you, i'm jesus with a shank...god forbid i stabbed you in vien
ever felt real pain?
intellectual mind creature, i'll rip your soul out thru your urethra, peep the grimm reaper
you wanna see a real crazy mutha fucka go insane? i'll snatch out my brain
launch it at you, so you can feel the deadly ballistics of my mental frame
you think your hard as rock? my punchlines comes like a flock of juggernauts
with each finger, oh your hot? good cause im a heat seeker
thought you knew? yeh thats right...you only thought you knew
true intelligence, while all of your shit is fuckin irrelevant
thought you knew....?
you fool, you never dropped science 'cept in high school
Intellekt's rude, i'll slap this fake tom cruise
a lyricists that brings the wrath...
ima pyschological sinner, pathalogical killer, you do the math

premises, pretendin he's fuckin sendin' hits, make ya repent n shit
like pain inflict's graves and sadness, bitch im back with..
sick raps while i sit back, and sip that hypnotic concotion..
gun pop Clicc! Lungs GOt Ripped, Blood Klots Fixed, fun hot spits
componets come hopein that ya mouth-piece dont jam up like ya dome did
focus, my flows sicc like the ocean and im a tidal wave causin commotion
sum potent, showin opponets how ta clutch a microphone with this hocus pocus

fuck the sad tasks comming out like a brigade
when Intellekt alone'll blind ya with my sound like a flash-bang gernade
a fast change of pace, a mass raid on your mental state
think about that, stop ya thoughts man
'cause Intellekt never lacks the exact facts
impossible obsticals, i'll break it down, you'll say my mentals improbable logic so...
i'll show you a way to solve to clues, keys to locks
open my mind and operable chronicals
i'll take a mental note 'cause my shit will never show up in articals
no i ain't got a deal, so no i don't need to deal with the rubbishe of a
popularity quote...
fuck you and your cloths your mink coat...no intelligens behind your threads
better yet your skin
your just a face...a fasion statement
your raps are worse then the DJ giving you props on the radio station
no contridiction, 'cause no one will play my shit
my prediction...they'll hate my shit, end up like JFK on assassination
shit, im the aztech malcome x to this shit
and your piff, a simple minded fuck without any intelligents

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Originally Posted by iNtell3kT

fuck the sad tasks comming out like a brigade
when Intellekt alone'll blind ya with my sound like a flash-bang gernade
a fast change of pace, a mass raid on your mental state
think about that, stop ya thoughts man
'cause Intellekt never lacks the exact facts
impossible obsticals, i'll break it down, you'll say my mentals improbable logic so...
i'll show you a way to solve to clues, keys to locks
open my mind and operable chronicals
i'll take a mental note 'cause my shit will never show up in articals
no i ain't got a deal, so no i don't need to deal with the rubbishe of a
popularity quote...
fuck you and your cloths your mink coat...no intelligens behind your threads
better yet your skin
your just a face...a fasion statement
your raps are worse then the DJ giving you props on the radio station
no contridiction, 'cause no one will play my shit
my prediction...they'll hate my shit, end up like JFK on assassination
shit, im the aztech malcome x to this shit
and your piff, a simple minded fuck without any intelligents

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haha, you spelled intelligence wrong, no wonder your thoughts travel at an inferior rate.....

yo step up to death taking that last breath and having no regrets. Debts gettin' paid sprayed like raid. Natural aid for the bregade throwin' grenades. Warp em' in the shock waves. Time to free the mental slaves. 9 to 5 it's fatal word plays don't stray away from what pays. The point catch a joint laced with a slow paced agent erasing like a racist-faced that got his case closed in a casquete. Anticipitated what he would get regurgated. Elobarated no weakness in the seekness of enternal wisdom to the montain's peakness. The dum get stunned at how them cats ran for the frying pan. Nothing cooking, dam they got slammed with nothing but spam. Then rammed up against the sense of going dense, no pretense. Just remained tense. Now there's the fence or trap so I can gun rap em', clap em', but first slap em' up. Watch their wings flap as they eatin' onion rings to escape my gun slings. Had them cats who sing holding my thing. Bring em' spinning rims to cut their side-burns trimmed. There chances got slimmed. Survive at full force ? Of course not you best pull back on the throttle or jet. Hit the bottle somewhat subtle. Blasting off into the space shuttle to huddle up and avoid the puddle of blood ink sudds smokin' budds never letting off dudds. Water floods drained like bloods they got vamped. Clothes got damped from the ramp. Blood soaked with cloak and dagger I make em' stagger back to the dark or middle-ages looking for sages. Having rages bared in cages. Stepping up on stages. Flippin' through pages of spells to take em' to hell for all they believed fell. Left thoughts dwell in hopes to sell. Jail cells end up in brain swells. No one can really tell. Ring the bell time's up.

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Originally Posted by VernakuLa

haha, you spelled intelligence wrong, no wonder your thoughts travel at an inferior rate.....

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yeh when you progress the rhymes. people still can't get over type-o's

Yo some more sick shit to spice things up a bit. Leaking like milk from a big tit. Want some ? Let me here you say yum chewing on bubble gum. Dropping thoughts for the mind you don't usually find. Who fell off behind ? Left em' were they last sat eating swine. Or flying around in the dark like a bat, doing my regular thing packing the gat. If you got a fat stack best watch your back. Cause niggaz like me is starving for large meals even if it means pulling out the the knife for carving. It's ice cream called Carvel. Like the girls sporting the pearls with strawberry swirls. She got me catching nuts like squirls. I make her squirm for it till she's on her hands and knees for my sperm. Man where's the book-worm ? I like to have my homework done on time just like my rhymes. Then I'm out chasing skirts scoring all over them dum flirts. Occasionally leaving hard-knocks in the dirt if they lines don't work. They could always use mines gauranteed like cards on Valentines. Love to stay and play but I got some girl who needs my hose to spray. Have a nice day and be on the look out for anyone that looks gay.

anyone that looks gay as Intellekt should be slapped
til his face got nuff bruises to match wit his knee caps
a dog wont hear a flea rap, he'll just scratch em
next fool who C.O.P rap, let em know that I must blast em
fuck these snitches, do em like ugly bitches wit gap teeth
beat em, leave em in the gutter to let the rats eat
gon slap these hoes as soon as Im back home
these happy hoes gon change they mood wit a cracked dome
mack these hoes, some bitches thinkin i love em
out gettin my money while Im dickin they cousin
put a bitch in the oven like a pot roast for actin reckless
mothafucka I got toast, I'll eat you for breakfast
4 in the mornin, give you a hole like a bagel
by lunch you in a bag and your toe got a label
eat dinner at ya bitch house, honey under the table
she givin mouth cuz I'm gettin money under the table

yeh your a dog, and im a human being
my minds superior to your simple rhyme scheme
you act black but you rap like a caucasion
this bitch is gonna get put down like euthanasia
so shhhhh go to sleep and have dreams where i tutor ya
everythings all peace till you wake and found out you got noodered brah
its like rapin' ya broad in the dark
then i'll shove your removed balls in your mouth and hush your wannabe rottweiler bark
you ain't no pittbul, you ain't kung fu
get off the wutang forum 'cause the only style your bringin is shit-zu
i'll hit you, man there's nothing to be proud of being a male poodle
you judge male looks? you must be bi
talk about a queer guy giving a straight guy the eye
i know you hear me loud and clear
i'll stick my dick in a o-zone hole and fuck up your atmosphere

man get the fuck outta the cypher, u aint rhymin off the last word, u aint bringin any wordplay or nothin to the table, you dont even have any flow. your lyrics look like the average white guy tryin to flow and u waste space on the page with that weak ass garbage

go write some poetry about spendin your birthday alone eatin ice cream and watchin Mean Girls jerkin your virgin dick to lindsay lohan or somethin, u aint even worthy of internet rappin

blah blah blah, quit your bitchin' n hatin'
ha ha ha, your a canadian that eats fake bacon