Official Freestyle Thread

drunk as fuck all night written
knowin half yall cats bitin
clash of the titans splashin yall out with mics n....
silver surfin threw D.N.A splicin
first round knock-out without Don King r Tyson
this is lyrical combat fuck a fist im mouth fighten
tongue lash tightens......you best to check ya head
throwin left n rights till ya eyes rollin back n shit
inside ya head
weak ass dome peice
funny how ya whole crew called the police when concept unleashed
poems raw n rugged for the streets
guess yall destined to sink
restin in STINK hahaha i mean peace
yall mutha fuckas only raw when i eat raw meat
equal to the shit stuck to my feet
when i sink
ya mutha fuckin imaginary dreams...
playin wit yaself like pornographic internet feeds......but eat a dick
real quik like james cameron sinkin ships yall chimps..
to tha gods revolution
i spiked the witches brew and downloaded the solution

^^^ruthless^^^

uploaded the pollution to my brain, the dro clouds
got the liquor and the e pills, just need a ho now
i dont change when im drinkin, ask that fake ass bitch
showed that lame what im thinkin, he hit 911 and snitched
im the same when im drinkin and im down to represent
runnin ya mouth to my face, i guess suicides ya intent
sometimes i gotta pop e pills just to run my game
but ill just take some brains bitch, let them boys run a train
i cant help it if love just aint in my nature at all
life is a battlefield, no time 4 shavin my balls
makin em calls, not to them bitches just straight business
you got that i got this, cmon my brotha lets get this
got my shit planned out, yall cant breathe then fan out
yall haters need oxygen, get my dick out ya damn mouth
if they fakers im watchin em, waitin and poppin em
ya lips or ya bitches, aint nothin but cock in em

"runnin ya mouth to my face, i guess suicides ya intent"



yo nigga...u no i wasnt doggin you rite

if u got beef we can battle but w/e fam

wtf, yo chill, its not about you

aiight aiight..man i like ya shit i juss thought u was trhrowin that dart at me....dope rhyme tho son...u got nice verses

my consistency is that of jordans comebacks
run raps , love taps , tha god got ya kneeling on thumb tacks
fuck that.....son my style is the illest
abstract hits tyghter than a pythons grip
hit me on the hip.....dial 911
ambulance assistance when concept wreck sumpin
ya nonsense is werth nothin......when you steppin to god the general
a distinguished gentleman and a handsome devil
hiphop rebel.....ak 47's plus sum lime and a shovel
fuck a tussle
watch me undo my belt buckle wit a grin and a chuckle
my rhymes sharp like stucko.....runnin shit
like u stepped in sum dog mess on the paper chase threw the projects
honest i got bitches mouths open like an orthadonist
i promise......with fingers crossed
i give u props when you up but dog you when you lost
jack frost
cold hearted mutha fucka from the north
with a full report on the drugs i sell 2 fiends to snort
abort......the whole opporation
like the board game im buzzin when the bones are missplacin

yo you wanna battle??? im juss askin
its not that i cant eat these emcees up son im juss fastin
so fasten........up like a safe belt
your on a rhyme ride to collide with a brain melt
so save self.....or get annialated with werds
concept smokes but stays away from all you herbs
fly like byrds....your penguin status
my hiphop apperatus you cant grasp it
melt bars like plastick with 16 tongue lashes
i look good when i wreck it like caddilac car crashes
cold bastard...turnin men into mice
my rhymes got ya scratchin ya head like lice
think twice....before steppin in my direction
like lookin over ya shoulder into the adult movie section
raw infection.....accompanied by third degree burns
when pressing the hot coal on skin to kill all germs
take a turn......or did you learn from this lesson
emcees come up short battlin concept no question
or second guessin...son im stricktly skill
and cold hearted enuff to club 50 baby seals
son you fakin ill....like callin in sick to ya job
wanna be me emcees get verbally raped , served and robbed

SERVED N ROBBED, i'm Worth ALOT, Words is God, leave ya in da Worms n Ground, Squirm n Found ya Worthless Worshipped Cursed Lips by da Precient
i'm much betta then decent, sand around my bed like in Egypt

hot like Egypt, and i aint gotta look in a toilet to see shit
if these faggots get any exposure, its indecent
i get closure wit that E shit, bitch i got cock to choke
haters i got em seasick, they cannot rock da boat
i dont stop choppin o's, you can act a clown down under
say that shit in real life, lay in the ground down under :W
bitch ask em im a gangsta and damn do it feel good
you fake except for the box you gon be in, its real wood :fucku:
jus for money i dump and flip, have ta represent tha hood
but somebody gon bump ya shit, crackas campin in tha woods :eggy:
you aint worked no bitch, and you aint sold no drugs
tryna jerk my dick, bitch yall some straight homo thugs
get you dumped on quick, wit some Glocks to spray on
get you jumped on trick, colour your face like a box of crayons
lookin like a rainbow, i can see ya fuckin pain glow
get sucked by ya moms while my boys fuck ya main hoe

consumed by cartoons that teach the world we ain't bafoons
living out another chapter in national lapoons:
United States of America
vocally maturbates the world into hysteria
they'll marry ya and bury ya
and don't sleep till the flag is on the earth's whole surface area
the youth of this country need to rise the fuck up
need heal the goverment's deaf
final solution part one first step crack and meth
and i'f we don't rise up now there won't be nothin left

too many humans living in the earth, today are ostrosized
you claim that you can see but you got scales on your eyes
are you really willing to die
so that he can cover up his lies
my brothers and sisters we are running outta time
charge George W. Bush with some mutha fuckin War Crimes

^that's what's up, keep 'em droppin as hard as they hit afghanistan homie





I'm from the habiat of city rats, blood splats, and gats
They push bottons seein 'ta that, Scopin human acts
They read and react, CIA infects the world
And then calls it facts, Sigin pacts to invade Iraq
No WMD's, the media don' react
No they slack, and they lack
Any chance of ever exposin the evil
And if we're waiting for them to tell us
Then we're dead as a people
Better get it together
God ain't always Chill in Church Steeples
Sometimes its the feeling knowing we are all equals
And there can't be no sequals to this evil
To get to the light you gotta go thru the dark
So lets set a date ,mothafucka's!
Unite,and Lets March!!

^^Damnnnn, that's it man, let's set a date.

lets set a date for when we start giving a fuck,
as a people we need to climb outta da hole the got us stuck
say fuck you to power and middle finger to the first lady
cause they act all nice then wanna turn back the tar baby
it's time to tango and swithc it up like hawkins, sadiee
cause these bitchs they amaze me, at why they thinkin so god damn crazy

i went for a cigerette and saw some kids i was cool wit
i lit up the cigerette and talked about revolution
they told me there ain't no solution
kids are too stoned to care bout the constituion
i'm like fuck that
we gotta stop actin wack
put the negativity in the backpack
cause it's time to act

against a group that feeds our family crack

one for the peace and two for the revolution
before they kill us off it's the youth thats the solution

I flow drunken, move like a monk and smash pumpkins
Blast pumps in the faces of contenders, when i'm mc hunting
Vocals running like runners in the 40 yard dash
Who wanna clash with the top gunner, have ya shittin' bullets out ya ass
Faster than lightning strikes, my klondike bars freeze em' like sub-zero i'm cold on the mic, it's about to go down like a dike, when i unleash my heat in the night
Caught you out there recycling what i write, you pleaded for mercy hoping to avoid a fight
got cha' lights knocked out, ran ya kicks know those smelly socks out
I'm the undisputed champion of every block bout
And so many bitches wanna blow me, i walk the city with my cock out
You sharks cop-out cowardly, as i give you death for honoring me
Scalp you like a cherokee indian, helter skelter couldn't precribe me therapy

battlein the pack
with a bag of coins and thunb tacks
all lookin for a hand out
all wantin a free sack
but they all know i'm lookin out for stacks
the girls wit the tickest backs
and the biggest platinum plaques
my face on the new mount rushmore
and my dick to stop fucking these skeeze infested whores

tower of terror, doin coke and saying funny shit like i was yogi bera
cops dive by my crib 'm gonna stare-a
cause i'm stupid and unafraid of the bullshit law
the wanna step up than my gun ima draw
pa-paw
the first one he never saw, until it was to late
ha-ha
put on a badge nigga dug his own grave
then i see a vison of buddah and jesus comin towards me
tellin me this shit im doin ain't immportant and boring
you gotta another dream a different calling
than i take a gun to his head
and kill the myself for not calling

not callin no bitches my phone is fo business
diggin fo response then the chrome is gon spit it
dont quit it, keep goin liike the energizer bunny
bitches want me to pay, keep fantasizin honey
run and get my money before my hand swang
bruises on ya face wit ya mouth on tha damn thang
could treat you like a princess but you aint deserve it
stupid ass bitches plus them fakes get murdered
real rap, straight from a mind thats a steel trap
if yall bitches grow balls then ima let you feel bats
home run, momma cryin tears over her son
screamin bloody murder but im knowin its done
straight finished, cold case for fake bitches
any time my enemies die, it aint witnessed
ready to ride on yall ponies, quit horsin around
i take ya fuckin stable leave ya corpse in the ground

supportin the sound,steady beats stuck in my head,talkin to dead people surrounding my led,my gun shakes,when i see the ghost of my little sister eaten a cupcake,then i wake up in a cold sweat from my alarm callen me fuck face,my hearts raced,blood pumpen back n forth workin the viens,stress level hurtin my brains.........

ight..been a while since i've given propz...

Listen Up! every Little Thug i Flick and SUCH, Trickle Blood!
Spittin Bluffs, Bitch Enough!! Pricks get Touch and like Bricks IM TOUGH
AND NAW, aint Just This One, i got BIG BENeficals! that Bring Hollow Tip Missles and EX-plode and Enclosed is ya Kid's CHipped Bones! SIck GROss
With FLOws im like A click' ya know, so if ya Impose, Get Broke like Twig'z then Decompose, Indeed ya So, Weak and Yo, I Believe ya Know not ta Compete or Provoke, Concrete ya Froze...

Moving on...I'm Tune'd ta Swarm like a Platoon i Storm
Defuse da Bomb, then Resume ta Assume im God,
A Few is Strong da one'z is Infused ta Produce da Pursuit

and naw i aint done..

cuz i got sicka den aids who spits Missles fa Days,
and his NickName he Obtained ..is Obey
or get Acquainted with Ya Grave Quick
Always All Day Amaze Hallways with his Conveyed Raw Ways
~breathes in~ ok..

theres so many Dope Heads one that sticks out like Mr. Hollands Opus
is a SPOKEN Spokesman, he Chokes Tricks without trying to Focus
hsi Dosage is Locust spittin so much fire it's Molten Lava, HAHA
stompin you and ya MAMA with my size 12 DADA'Z..

i aint done..

Ahead of This ForEver Sick 6 HUNDRED and 66'z way's ta leave foes Headless SHIT, Hexes Hit, Henchmen Hence This lyrical Armageddon
Armed with Weapon's with a Arsenal that automatically Replenished..

man who else.. haha too many..

fuck da Gossip Chalkin' any Possum Walkin, The God Concept callin me up..
he's About Progress, lyrically wat God Sent hittin foes like a Marksmen!!

Raise you Sword!! PaleHorse Remain ya Course and Refrain from Words that Shake da Earth, gettin money like a Safe or a Bank of Course

hit's that check fool'z like Hockey, Watch me, get green like Brockley!!
miss RockD, he was Hot See like the Hot Heat, Chalked Streets

Pardon this Fun, im just Farti'n fa Fun, Spark like a Gun!! Guardian One
never got slept on Once like his words were filled with Insomnia What!!!

Solohist MAN YA Flow'z So Sicc! ya Know It Is, u da one who Told me ta Spit, said wu corp is tight like a virgin hole on a Clit, i still wonder if you'll eva come back ta diss Site, Matt da Cat, but me and u in Math was always havin fun, back in 8th grade man im glad you was in my life!2

pz my ninjaz... PIR

yo, Bambino be the sickest mothafucka ya heard/
squeezin' a phony rapper's neck until I rupture an nerve/
give you a smiley, with your teeth pressed and stuck to da curb/:D
this is the punishment and pain you friggin' suckas deserve/
slap ya mom with a fat shlong, homie I'm that wrong/
raping a bitch to a whack rap song with her tampax on/
Da Don never shows sympathy, beggin and pleaing?/
you have a better chance of George Bush giving Sadam freedom/
son I'm only out to kill ya ass for all the wrong reasons/
shank you in the belly twice and have both of ya lungs weezin'/
have you ever had your shit pushed back holmes?/
I pack chromed baseball bats, and based on facts they crack bones/
stack doe and smack hoes, da same routine/
a living legend in the streets, my team reigns supreme/
shine like a nickelplated nine, cock back and fire/
I spit the truth in the booth, and proof is that y'all cats be liars!

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Originally Posted by Da Dishonourable Don

yo, Bambino be the sickest mothafucka ya heard/
squeezin' a phony rapper's neck until I rupture an nerve/
give you a smiley, with your teeth pressed and stuck to da curb/:D
this is the punishment and pain you friggin' suckas deserve/
slap ya mom with a fat shlong, homie I'm that wrong/
raping a bitch to a whack rap song with her tampax on/
Da Don never shows sympathy, beggin and pleaing?/
you have a better chance of George Bush giving Sadam freedom/
son I'm only out to kill ya ass for all the wrong reasons/
shank you in the belly twice and have both of ya lungs weezin'/
have you ever had your shit pushed back holmes?/
I pack chromed baseball bats, and based on facts they crack bones/
stack doe and smack hoes, da same routine/
a living legend in the streets, my team reigns supreme/
shine like a nickelplated nine, cock back and fire/
I spit the truth in the booth, and proof is that y'all cats be liars!

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haha well god damn!!!! ya know i gotta put somethign afta that...

cats be liars!! ask me why words subtract these minors
gun clap and bust back they fine work, come strapped or die Jerk!
i leave da city under investigation, the best is patient, bet im waitin'
for the right moment to take da life of my opponent, bongs i hit
from da shit where lungs get gripped, and thugs equppied with thuggish shit
rumble quick before i muscle clips inta ya couples lips, cut you with
my kung fu bitch, shun dudes with my productionist, throw punchin spits
that leave holes in ya fuckin skin. aint no duckin it, hunting gift..

squeezing double gats like chow yun fat im running in
pumping spins ducking hollow tips that will rush ya sins
proof be a ninja poof were ya vision i listen to the foot steps hitting
creaking floorboards stars hit towrds the left splitting
cords from vocal in precision
friction burn from the pours dripping
blood spots splatter the ground wit no sounds i creep
taking heads that breach the sword when it leaves its filla sleeve
all in black wit yellow joints like lee move swiftly as needles hit ur points like a killa bee

Drill a beat dead.. gillotine hedz.. grillin me when they feelin street pres..(presence)/
unique text.. speak in vexes..U dont needa 'wreath' to 'kiss my ass' so just exit../
bust flexin.. much bettaz..touch veteranz wit love letterz.. betta yet threatz../
no wait.. promises as I stretch out..rap on death route.. gravel enter mouth../
travel end of south..stab u then bounce..TRAP ya FRIENDZ..clap-a-10 ROUND..!/
nigga.. I BEEN PROUD..u can send houndz..all lay in dirt.. what a let down../(
man I F bitchez like a nerdz in schoolz who failed test..catch ya breath now..9:|6
makin DOE..depend how..u LIVIN..fresh pound or decision..to work n kick it..
baby mama drama?..no bitch iz worth tha digitz..cheating?.. worse suspicion..
defeating..half tha murders risen by domestic figurez.. JAIL knockin thru kid..
if u cant get sex end up molestin niggaz (lil children) or fetch dishes.. of prostitution..!!

:yes:........ got u movin..shot rugahz..quit cryin..wipe ya snot ooze quick.

imma SET IT STR8, I AINT even gotta MEDITATE, MET YA GRAVE
MEasured Length, couln't Contend with AIDZ, Better pray
for a Better future, baretta shoots slugs, that tend da go thru stuff
sent da death letter to ya family, fact is we, OUtstanding peeps
sTand out on Streets, with blades Staves, Grenades n GRAppiling HOoks
Mastery TOok no longer then a Half a Week WHoops, GRasp da Galaxys
like my real name is jesus of the Allazerth, champion that can't be stripped
of his Max SUPREME SPITS, hash and weed tip, blast da Meanest


abort Saddaam is Beat!! Afford a ATTorney, or a Gurney
ya worst dream bout ta turn ta ya mentality ta reality
steel blastin these, shields shatter Piece by Piece sCAttering
SCram ya elite's, to da 4 corners of da planets concrete
planned this hot speech cuz sicka asked me ta come ready for war
im collectin mo cash then registers, in a record store, for da record your.
about ta be shocked like a lightning storm, white be god, knife or gun
can't splatta my blood, hand ya ya lungs, managed ta cum..
but da damage i brung made it so da ER didn't need no Bandage n STuff

double-edge sword slice with precision, precise with incisions/
striking persistent, every verse I write deserves life in the system/
nice with a written but my freestyles render you lifeless/
like menengitis for you sharks who ever tend to bite this/
dismembered spinal cords git severed with with several devices/
truly demented I represent it, so don't pretend you're like this/
under the covers I'm the one your fuckin' lover thanks/
shove a shank in your face and make you look like Shabbah Ranks/
I'll take your head with a sword straight imported from China/
pussies git shaked down like I'm extorting vaginas/
supporting the minors? nah I'm heavyweight class division/
crash the system in addition I'm stackin' like a mathematician/
rap magician, you dissapear in thin air with a touch of the wond/
fuck wit Da Don and you'll be sleepin' with ducks in the pond/
suffer a loss at the cost of being idiotic/
I'm quick to break you down like a quarter-pound of sticky chronic/
kid you got it?, quit runnin' chat 'bout my name/
I'm quick to push ya wig back and clap your brain out ya frame!

ya girl gives sick brains, she deserves a Phd degree if she was sane
bitch needs a cure, she blew my cantalopes
then sucked by dick like the antidote was in it
my shits just too pure for her,
but i'll take the fellatio if she can cope with it tho
but my bird caught me, called me a fuckher
so i twister her over and pounded that--
shit like woody wood pecker
fuck women, i'll just make bitches my friends
join the other side....and start fucking lesbians, THE END

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Originally Posted by iNtell3kT

ya girl gives sick brains, she deserves a Phd degree if she was sane
bitch needs a cure, she blew my cantalopes
then sucked by dick like the antidote was in it
my shits just too pure for her,
but i'll take the fellatio if she can cope with it tho
but my bird caught me, called me a fuckher
so i twister her over and pounded that--
shit like woody wood pecker
fuck women, i'll just make bitches my friends
join the other side....and start fucking lesbians, THE END

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ayo.. DUCC from westernz spit..run from presence wit unintelligence... Im unpleasent kid..!/
REP da BRICKZ + NY..step get LIT..clench a fist..spend rent money gettin bent sonny.. ayo../
strike wit vengence I give like seditivez in my sentences!..my science part farmz../
talk less of this get ya template split on cement n shit..!!..DIE..shot ya GON! (gone)/
WUCORP.. itz all relative.. -> crackmuzikDOTCOM get more rest and drop bombz!!!./
I lock armed triggaz upon niggaz who spark harm in naybahoodz wit charmed blockz../

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Originally Posted by Aclikyano

ayo.. DUCC from westernz spit..run from presence wit unintelligence... Im unpleasent kid..!/
REP da BRICKZ + NY..step get LIT..clench a fist..spend rent money gettin bent sonny.. ayo../
strike wit vengence I give like seditivez in my sentences!..my science part farmz../
talk less of this get ya template split on cement n shit..!!..DIE..shot ya GON! (gone)/
WUCORP.. itz all relative.. -> crackmuzikDOTCOM get more rest and drop bombz!!!./
I lock armed triggaz upon niggaz who spark harm in naybahoodz wit charmed blockz../

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that shit was wack and unpleasent/
simply because you use ignorant lisp accents in your sentences..kid/
learn how to speak, quit rappin' like you got a cock jammed between your teeth/
i would tell you just to take a walk/
but first you gotta "Aclikyano" how to talk!/
that verse was a bore, i don't what made it worse...
is that you do or don't know how to type on a keyboard!/
it's straight pathetic, think before you step to the original P.I.R. terrorist/
i would hunt you down with my sword...
but i heard cats in Bronx, New York don't make it past 24/

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Originally Posted by iNtell3kT

that shit was wack and unpleasent/
simply because you use ignorant lisp accents in your sentences..kid/
learn how to speak, quit rappin' like you got a cock jammed between your teeth/
i would tell you just to take a walk/
but first you gotta "Aclikyano" how to talk!/
that verse was a bore, i don't what made it worse...
is that you do or don't know how to type on a keyboard!/
it's straight pathetic, think before you step to the original P.I.R. terrorist/
i would hunt you down with my sword...
but i heard cats in Bronx, New York don't make it past 24/

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gay....

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