Official Freestyle Thread

Another day, another dollar, players get popped like collars//
By a street scholar, rap beef brawler, bullyin' all niggas taller//
Shot caller, block baller robber, the police caller mauler//
styles unfuckwittable, send bitches flowers, break niggas 4 dollars//
Call of the wild outkast, rivals i out-smash, my theme gleams//
Teams get injured in dreams n' reallife scences, and i'm seldom seen//
Slippin' never, i wet a rapper showline header witta beretta//
9 shots severe leavin' you deader than ever//
Lyrics better ending vendetta's, then i'm gone wit cheddar//
Flocks of haters get together to bring it, and catch 5 letters d-e-a-t--h//
We break fakes up like lego's, and clap cheap skates over beat-brakes//
Streets blazed for days-end, slugs be reigning, once i'm aiming//
Say a-men and pretend prayer will save you, may the lord have mecry on ya soul but for know i gotta blaze you//

:cool: ..

Word blaze em' till they in a daze some lost others amazed
We aint playin' in their faces leave em' tied up like shoe laces
Erradicate them like feds do spots, leaving no traces
Posted up in all places regardless of races
Keep their hearts beating in fast paces
Sharper blades leave clean cuts and such so catching no cases
Cash hits and much we keep in touch
Foot on the clutch weak mc's walk away in a crutch
Captain crunch keep money in the family like the Brady Bunch
Maybe I'll see you when we do lunch
Mc crabs and lobsters on the menu shall we continue
Trapstars got us looking like mobsters
Furs and mink no weak link just thoughts others can't think
Fly women give us a wink wash my balls off in their man's sink
Maybe leave a hair or two but who care for me the hoe got naked bare
Look em' eye to eye before we fuck like stare
It's all fair in love and war they can't see the son glare
You know the mayor
I got his number and I'm feeling even nummer
Make opposing Mc's look even dumber
They pack pistols and keep em' on stunner
No brainers like they only getting younger
Making meals with flounder
Look out for our lighting and thunder
How we got bitches in love and it's no wonder
Thoughts keep that just over younder
Over heads we plunder
Thoughts that stay on lock like pools on a yacht
I check shipments right off the dock
At least one piece in my sock
Hard heads getting the rock
Hoes left in shock
Send to another planet like spock
All up on the strap my nuts they jock
But yo, I got dollars to clock
Bitches to fuck this shit never stop





:mexico:

But yo, I got dollars to clock
Bitches to fuck this shit never stop

climbing to the top fuck these kettles and crocks,
heatin' the metal blazing those that mettle on the rocks,
bonds and stocks dropped fondled whores that flopped,
fish outta water slopped sadistic sinister plots,
light up the spot with glocks thats when ya know ya lost...

~~~~~ DR. STRANGELOVE~~~~~

Big Concept should hold belts for all the pu$$y ive delt
walkin around with a trophy made outta BEAVER skinned PELTS
i got married womens mental so hot they drip and melt
my triple XXX disc of ruff sex can be found in Porno Shops top shelf
sex wealth.....cause im the sexual scientist
tryin new shit on clits with brand new appliances
why ya cryin bitch??? im not tryin to hurt you
if you wanna feel the pain imma call the gang to run a train and merk you
video tape the snuff rape caused by the GINSU.....blade
ive never been tested for aids
so i guess i got old mistreeses afraid cause i left they faces sprayed
imma disgrace these days...anyways on to the next page....
cause im sick of reality
i use to be so into new drugs i dabbled in beastyality
but came back gradually
cause a womans scent tastes so much better than an animals B
im an animal mc
sex freak with fangs eatin pu$$y till the meat holes rank
bitch walk the plank...and sniff coke off my dank
imma tongue kiss ya holes fungus and pretend to have fun bitch
juicy as a sunkist...fist fuck ya oraphiss till im touchin ya lungs quik
smellin sick when i pull out ya anal and got shit on my dick

try 2 fuck with that^^^

i be cold and frigid
but im dark and rigid
see dat wig split it
u know what forget it
be sick wid it
or dont be wit it at all
brrring brring booty call
raise da sword tall
and slash then they fall
dark black shadow and a spiked maul
contiues like the energizer battery
fruity like a daquerie
peep da masterpeice
on da mic ask a beast
yo beauty and the beast thats me and the mic
what happens when u go fruity like mike and ike
do i bite?
yes SIKE! yea rite
but ya jailed nigga might
but i spit my rights
and reveal the crimes i've committted
cuz im dangerous and da raw shit come wit it
and u cant get rid of it

nigga you serious??
come steppin like back up dancers with a wicked mind so furious
i see you scratchin ya dome so curious
eddie murphy this mic when DELERIOUS
only the raw gods that aint fearin shit be hearin this
smoked out thick like the clouds in my whip
mosberg action double pump errie spits
take a niggaz life, spit advice then clear quik
cause jakes on my dick tight like profilactic
spit redrum backwerds to wack herbs thats un-inthusiastic
think ya got the spit but get ya shit whipped like diaper rashes
leave a nigga hangin like the blunts broken ashes
tracks im smashin dont trip on my actions
mc's be multiplyin too quik so i brakem down like fractions
thoats im slashin....kinda get bloody
munipulate minds like balls of silly puddy and quick to smack a nigga off track like im gully
spit boxer wit the best offer to leave ya black and blue buddy!!!!!!!!!!1

hoes like you need to stay sober dude, how easy i walk over you
you presidential MC? frickin ho i didnt vote for you
theres evidence you a P U S S Y and its apparent
i see right through u bitch, yo whole shits transparent
i aint wack just cuz i wont never see a necessity,
to explain the complexities to some lames thats testin me
i know u just some fags that wanna have sex wit me
6 feet under the ground u can lie next to me
come with me to Hell bitches ill let u suck my rotting dick
fell victim, i swell bitches who witness wit shots and dick
some weak whores tappin on keyboards dont concern me
you idiots couldnt learn me, even wit heat u couldnt burn me
im the slasher, I know what u bitches did last summer
runnin round while i fuckin pound ya big fat mothers
we aint the same category, your lifes the saddest story
im Shrapnel Voorhees, cut yo ass in half for yo cheese

how easy you walk over me.... i gotta laugh
cause ya wack ass SHRAPnel lines gettin bent over B
you a homo mc
i can tell just by the smell
you probly rockin eggs and ovaries
and im not sober G
but why attack me for
you got somthin to hide like how i tuck the gat?
fuckin crab ass herb tryin ta cause shit
theres more than skellitons comin out SHRAPS closet
hes NON-SENSE
if you wanna battle faggot set up the thread and i'll bomb it!!!

i cant even belive you step to a god....faggot herb suckin chicken cluckin cum guzzlin fag lickin raw

disasterous moves and now i'm trapped in the tomb/
result to cannibal instincts, say a prayer for every rapper consumed//
i'm losin it, i'm violent i'll hang you on the wall like a crucifix/
and torture you with divine lessons until you are convinced/
i never get writers block it just seems childish/
images of vilonce creep in and turn my concious to the mind of a tyrant/
pillage your villeges and leave all the houses ablaze/
by sparks of energy that spew fromm my mouth into flame//
you all can't handle the truth your just bithes too scared/
claimin you'll send your crew after me, i'm askin who cares/
half yall just internet fags with nothin at stake/
all yall are fake, no street cred go to jail and probably get your ass raped//
this is not directed at wucorp this is to all the forums/
i'm sayin quit rappin, start writin and join the chorus//


quick keystyle like 6:25-6:30

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Originally Posted by White_Mouse

disasterous moves and now i'm trapped in the tomb/
result to cannibal instincts, say a prayer for every rapper consumed//
i'm losin it, i'm violent i'll hang you on the wall like a crucifix/
and torture you with divine lessons until you are convinced/
i never get writers block it just seems childish/
images of vilonce creep in and turn my concious to the mind of a tyrant/
pillage your villeges and leave all the houses ablaze/
by sparks of energy that spew fromm my mouth into flame//
you all can't handle the truth your just bithes too scared/
claimin you'll send your crew after me, i'm askin who cares/
half yall just internet fags with nothin at stake/
all yall are fake, no street cred go to jail and probably get your ass raped//
this is not directed at wucorp this is to all the forums/
i'm sayin quit rappin, start writin and join the chorus//


quick keystyle like 6:25-6:30

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That was nice kid!!

I'm cold at night pimpin' more hoes than Dolemite//
Silenttype that'll beat a hater to death with a lead-pipe//
Then while he's dyin' stand over em' yellin' "Get cha' head right"//
I hate life more than harrasing hoes sending me p.m.'s on the low//
Any critic knows hate on my shit, ya conditions critical//
Nearly died before, Jesus said send that nigga back to earth he got too much flow//
I know cats that got too much doe, that's why i'm gonna stick em' up after a show//
Saw that nigga in the front row, my eyes can't get over on how his chain glows//
He went to the restroom to piss i begin attackin', know that's what i call a robbers reaction//
Attractin' rollie polly bitches got me on the run with a dome full of stitches//
Why should i get a job? when i can eat off the next man's riches//
which is jackin', but wtf! i'm a jacker, ex-dealer hands been on more keys than computer hackers//
while ya'll rappers, i'm the rapper slapper//

Scriptin wit precision from the crystal fist wisdom/
wu-corp emcees is deep wit street religion.
Like third degree preachers n teachers, high achievers/
feedbac the status wit static from the thesis.
Peep this here divine, -recital/
mics is live, so muthafuccas wana try fight for they titles.
Bravehearts claimin they hard as fucc/
puffed up chestplates deflated when its time to actup.
Cos its uncut, clean n unmarked on evry level/
hauled thru the borders, guarded by the rebels.
Gates crash the placedown, ya face on the ground/
fake snakes is shaken without makin a sound.
Its seizure wit the cleavers, for outer reachers/
briefed on each of old earths hidden secrets.

iuno wtf i jst wrote^^

eversick666 droppin fear and supportin, all the ill headz that reserect,
no feeling emotion,my potion corrupting aboartion, cause the bitches i impregnate explode in less than 6 seconds of knowing,the sickness is growing outta control,then my spawn take form and rage like underpaid workers mining for gold ,the untold meaning of everything on the earth,possess the thoughts in ya minds,make u belive manipulative wordz,your 2nd im first to scream when delivering hurt,it's hard to stomach my own self sometimes the way i comprehend my visions of worth...

Yo this is my dictum, all who oppose just call them hoes victims
Stick'em, have them shittin shit long as branches, waitin to strike like the mantis
Show'em that they fans'an, that they outa pocket and need to return to they ranches
Burn through the iron on the mic, fuck daggers i'm throwin flyin sparks
Tryin twice if i fail once, had a tail once but it got bit off by a shark
Left me in the dark, then i embarked on a trip towards the sunny side
It wasn't a funny ride, copped the street clothes and roced the bummy stride
The non stop dick, fuckin ten chicks a day
Switch my style to a G when sin gets its way
Baggin bricks...while squeezin saggin tits
Faggot bitch... lethal on a sequel of the Mag clicks on the maggots
Check my flow, consistent like those of globes
Pets and robes, rich bitch watch me switch again and leave twenty stitches
Its been plenty snitches, but most of them is mentioned in ditches
Black and white pictures, family reunion shits, recongnize must be classified
Fuckin wit the wrong niggas get man's domes of fam blown out of existence
The unique technique i was preachin, wasn't reachin
Wasn't breachin, yaw niggas didn't know what i was speakin,
Now i release the beast on the mark set go
Burnt yo shit in the creek then parked a metro
With two hands, threw you in the bus over a krogers, told ya i can't be fucked wit, Fuck those gay pride niggas they suck dik, lips recontructed for suction, my dick so big i think i need a deduction
Hope you tote the locust eleven in church or hocus pocus the revern
Spoke in focus to seven, then soaked them jokers to heaven...

Officail freestyles sick and demented yo...this shit feels like puke and cement mix all scrambled like eggs and baked biscuits breakfast and enjoy it while it lasts nigga I got so many masks my style is like clowns and drag queen fags made up off tha top I'll just rhyme lies like judges, juries, and dirty cops

Risen from the Earth, Witnessin the Birth of a Vivid Image not Insecure!
drinkin Liqour, that Invert's my Innards Inwards! Impure from Head to Toe!
Special Flow, that Stencil's Foes, with white chalk around there dis-figured Pose!

Yo
It takes one thousand shots in the chest just to wake me up
A couple a stabs in the back to get my attention if
It takes 14 lifetimes for the feds to take me but
I'd say about 15 lifetimes for the media to mention it
See infered like a viper that why i'm hired as a sniper
Shoot you wit two to the head, and yo daughter too if i don't like her
Goin all out, fuck a fall out, my crew will never lose
We sever you until those clever dudes find the revenue
Use the skulls of victims as ceral bowls yo
Fruit loops in the bones, extra calcium from the crooks that stole
Books i sold, on how to be a hardcore MC overseas
Went gold in a week, book called "no clothes...o... i'ma peek"
Speak'in on the unique disease born from my physique
Bitch please, And no cure for me, or immunity i shall ruin thee

try to ruin me, im usin these tools to abuse u pooo-ooo-sies
we dont share a language, but my handsll speak to you fluently
youll get the message, dont fuck with what u can not manage
catch a heart failure caused by some gun shot damage
so what u want dick sucka? a war wit these bitch fuckas?
a clip bustin at you lames cause yo brains to rip-rupture?
a box cutter slicin ya throat like it was some hot butter?
a chick to set you up for da click to wet you up fucka?
one way or another youll be layin in the gutter
im N.E.L, BITCH is another name for ya mother
i aint playin wit u suckas im playin these dumb sluts
those that cant relate gotta hate and thats fucked up
my brain is too just got a gift for rhymin and whylin out
im tryna shine and blind ya, remind ya what im about
robbin and stealin, coppin and dealin these drugs bitch
assaultin and killin pill poppin and pimpin these sluts bitch

I move swiftly, through the minds that are blind to order/
define the lines that undermine chaotic disorder/
despotic warlords rely on mortars and broad swords/
Return back to the drawing board and place cables and cords/
Atop the tables and boards commence the fables and wars/
metaphors amplified live on the battlegrounds/
I battle with sounds unmistakably profound/
a sword can cut cords but provides few services/
while the microphone embodies the sword and serves all purposes/

No doubt, you heard,
Don't fuck with Shrap cause like his rhymes he comes strap
You read under his avatar fuck rap
Cause we don't only talk but do the walk, bring it to your door mat
Other mc's step up with rhymes small like a midget with no digits
If you can't do the math cash rules in Fonda's like Bridget's
On tracks like in Hondas we just casually rip it
You gotta have cake before you bake, then you can flip it
In restaurants only tables get tipped like chips got dipped
Cut buds in snippets and acid paper strips in tripplets
Crazy rap interlude families feud then take trips
Check it dude we too rude but girls like it cause they still get nude
We tango like cash then burn some guy into ash
That's what you'll get for fucking with our stash
If you want war we bring it like that television show Mash
Rip bodies to pieces like guitar strings by Slash
Guns for you foes and roses for your bitches get up on your toes
My flows sit on thrones mastered like Akido throws
Fingers cover chromes held to domes
All those who oppose seek shelter in new homes
Your old ones got torn like buildings in Rome's
And for ladies check out my poems
Have you out thier in zones
You want babies let's get to making clones
So the reign never ends into the distance long lasting is our persistance
There is no resistance
Murder like my rhymes do for instance
My thoughts strike targets in an instant
You can't record the speed even when you take heed
It was smoking like weed
Can't stand the heat ?
Then stay out the kitchen and abort your mission
Like it was your final decision
I destroy mics with precision like surgeons perform incision
In order to be better than us you must be wishing
My food for thoughts is what I'm dishing
It's like rain to flowers replinishing
Our enemies just keep diminishing
Radiation concentration only explanation left in the explosion and corrosion
Bombs must have been nucleur
Molecularly structured rhymes with cellulite looking perculiar
As in phat, Strap's hitting you crab mc's over your heads with a bat
My right hand man places the clip into the gat
Then see you on the dark-side of the moon stay in tune
All wack mc's meet doom
Give us room
Our nuts need space to breathe, Aces up our sleave
And only highly do we acheive
The rooke like a crook covered by the knight is a thief
Pull out your teeth that's if you got beef
On the street or whereever we never retreat
Don't know the word defeat my rhymes too complete
Wack mc's can never compete that's absolute
They fall out the sky without a pararchute
Before they hit the ground scream shoot
Shit out of luck land in some poop
You eating breakfast like a fruit loop
My army never lose with ladies that salute the troop
Every soldier own a luxurious coupe inside them honnies we scoop
After that you know the deal shit is real
Sleep with the man of steel who never slipped behind the wheel








:mexico:

holy shit.

villanous tune
get clacked soon
in the doom room
were gloom loom
fuck ur assumes
and assumptions
i smash box and and leave it bumpin
shit rocks speakers thumpin
blood clots clumpin
i'm ass jumpin
like summin summin
it's the mean theme
da new america cream team
mean sheenn
we be lean
we fuckin clock clean
shit moving in sequential order
i break down borders
and expose fake MC's wit a tape recorder
fuck the he say the she say
shittin on fake MC"s cleeshae
hit by a richochet
u die one day
infamous shine time
blind to crime
gets mine im fine
apply pressure to the spine
fuck dimes
and i rhyme
about weed
that constant elevation is all i need
into bitches i plant my deadly seeds
im a muthafuckin villain
but i kick back chillen
when i storm ya block i give ya a cold feelin

PUFFIN MAD TREES THESE FREE'Z WILL GET INTO YA.../
RUNNIN MAD WILD SINCE BACK WHEN ALL WE KNEW WAS BUY UP ALL DA PURPLE INDICA.../
YEAH GOT MUTHAFUCKIN CRACKHEADZ ON MY BLOCK..../
MIDDLE OF FUCKIN NOWHERE AND THERE'S STILL 20 PLACES TO COP.../
ALL DAY AN NIGHT SHITS OUTTA SIGHT ROLLIN BILLZ UP TIGHT.../
CANT STAND HALF THEZE NIGGAZ EVERY CONVERSATION BOUT A FIGHT.../
OR THE BITCHEZ DOGG ENDLESS COMPLAININ.../
IF U DONT KNOW WHAT IM SAYIN U AINT LIVIN WHERE IM STAYIN.../
U LUCKY THIS PLACE AINT EVEN BAD AN ITS SAD EVERYDAY.../
90 PERCENT OF MY FAM STUCK IN JAILZ AN BODYBAGZ.../
THE OTHERZ DONT EVEN TALK TO EACH OTHER.../
SAM BUCA JUST GOT KNOCKED AN I AINT SEEN HIS BROTHER.../
THESE MUTHAFUCKAZ IS REAL DUKE.../
SPLATTER YOUR HEAD WIT THE ALUMINUM BAT THEN GORRILLA PUNCH OUT YOUR CREW.../
AINT A GUN OUT HERE LEGAL ON THE REAL YO.../
NIGGAZ DONT EAT BUT THEY COOK ENUF SODA TO ROCK UP A KILO.../
SHITS SAD IM JUST LOOKIN FOR A DAY WHERE IMA GET UP AN GO.../
SHOUT OUT TO MY BROTHAZ ON THE CORP THAT FLOW.../
SMOKE BLUNTZ U REALLY THINK I CARE BOUT U GOD.../
YOUR A WEAK FUCK TYPE I BEAT THE FUCK OUTTA IN THE SCHOOL YARD.../
YOU GOT BANNED FUCK U BEEN WARNED
I WUZ BUYIN UP ALL THE JORDANZ BACK BEFORE U WAS BORN.../
AINT NONE OF US WENT TO SCHOOL FUCKIN BUMMY.../
RAPPIN IN THE CLASS BOUT MAKIN MONEY.../
BACK WHEN EVERYTHING WAS FUNNY.../
I REP MESTIZO MOBSTA'Z GREW UP OUT IN LUMMI.../
I DONT KNOW WHERE U COME FROM FOOL.../
NIGGA IM SMART I DONT NEED THE NET TO BE COOL.../
STAY OUTTA MY FACE BOY WHILE I POLY WITH FANS OF THE CLAN.../
U GOTTA SOMETHIN INTELLIGENT TO SAY BOY SAY IT LIKE A MAN.../
LEAVE OUT ALL THAT HOMO SHIT AINT NO ONE FEELIN THAT SHIT U BE SPITTIN.../
SAME WIT U BIGED YOUR BARELY WORTH A REPLY THATS WHY I BARELY BE SUBMITTIN.../
FUCK LIKE I NEED A FAT FUCK LIKE U TO LAUGH AT MY POSTS.../
ID BEAT YOUR ASS DOWN SON SMACKFIRE YOUR SHIT LIKE GHOST.../
BIG DANE U AINT A PLAYER YOU ANOTHER FAGGIT DUN LOST SOME SCREWZ.../
UNTIL U POST A PIC WIT SOME CASH YOU JUST ANOTHER FUCKIN FOOL.../
YO JASPER AN HEAT THE ONLY 2 MUTHAFUCKAZ I CAN STAND WIT MULTIPLE ACCOUNTS.../
YO 200 BUCKS SON GO COP AN OUNCE.

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Originally Posted by pimptastic

villanous tune
get clacked soon
in the doom room
were gloom loom
fuck ur assumes
and assumptions
i smash box and and leave it bumpin
shit rocks speakers thumpin
blood clots clumpin
i'm ass jumpin
like summin summin
it's the mean theme
da new america cream team
mean sheenn
we be lean
we fuckin clock clean
shit moving in sequential order
i break down borders
and expose fake MC's wit a tape recorder
fuck the he say the she say
shittin on fake MC"s cleeshae
hit by a richochet
u die one day
infamous shine time
blind to crime
gets mine im fine
apply pressure to the spine
fuck dimes
and i rhyme
about weed
that constant elevation is all i need
into bitches i plant my deadly seeds
im a muthafuckin villain
but i kick back chillen
when i storm ya block i give ya a cold feelin

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^^Nice Pimptastic. Real nice. Pimptastic strikes again no doubt about it. I still can't believe your only 13. I guess age really is a number, huh ??

You know what it is, your flow is ill. And your word play is on point. I still can't believe your only 13. And logically speaking of course as you get older your schemes and ways of thinking will or should get even deeper. That's scary, cause as if they already weren't deep enough, especially for only 13 or something. Cause out of all honesty it's your combination of richness in text and flavor on the flow that's mega banging already. Especially your flow is mad ill. I think your thought processing is already deep or real deep as is. Man, if you get any better they gonna have to lock you up or give you a record deal. Straight up.

- on a spiritual quest to find my inner self
the last 4 years of my life many of my past transgresion been put on the shelf
I look deeply at my reflection in the mirror and get bugged out
at who I am as a spirit on this life route
what is it about? the way I look at it the spirit lives in infinity
energy cannot be created nor destroyed so I'm thinking realisticly
as spirits we're an extension of God who has no beginning
we branch of from his force from the second of our swimming
in genetic data, combine and form a human being
so many mysteries out there that are unseen

I concentrate on great mc traits, and eliminate snakes that try to infiltrate//
I conversate with hustlers on how to get the cake, and make power moves//
J's the m.o.p. type rugged never smooth, in the kitchen or in the booth i'm dirtier than residue, so nuff respect due if you with my crew//
True to hip-hop, hot spits cremate cliques on their own blocks//
i shadow-box, and kick-box right through a contenders 52 hand blocks//
Test the kid and find ya head in a sand-box, body rocked by the ox//
Extort ya for ya publishing like Diddy did the Lox, Jay drops lightning bars striking competitors//
Tore through tours with raw metaphores that settled scores, and received hardcore encore's//
Shit talkers get found on floors wit heads sore from kickin', suicidal victims that can't return to their bosses when they haven't completed their missions//
My visions of non-living mc's tellin' me to seize this industry and still rep the streets, and fufill my phrophecy//
Before my rivals pop me , it'll take U.N. armies to stop me//
And if they lock me down, my pn'c will blast pigs to unlock me//

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Originally Posted by Battle 1

^^Nice Pimptastic. Real nice. Pimptastic strikes again no doubt about it. I still can't believe your only 13. I guess age really is a number, huh ??

You know what it is, your flow is ill. And your word play is on point. I still can't believe your only 13. And logically speaking of course as you get older your schemes and ways of thinking will or should get even deeper. That's scary, cause as if they already weren't deep enough, especially for only 13 or something. Cause out of all honesty it's your combination of richness in text and flavor on the flow that's mega banging already. Especially your flow is mad ill. I think your thought processing is already deep or real deep as is. Man, if you get any better they gonna have to lock you up or give you a record deal. Straight up.

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thanks i can freestyle too ask god cconcept we did the phone freestyle WE was tearn dat shit up but yea if i get me a mic and a producer to supply me wit beats ill get a soundclick for my mixtape if i ever do one i dunno which songs i'd put on the first one maybe i'lll think about that. i'm just waiting to get enuff money for a mic and ma nigs tryna get a beat machine peace god.

My scrotum is itchin' so I'm mopin' and bitchin',
I open the kitchen window hopin' for Mitch's,
kinfolk to exit my egg and leave me a thin yolk,
I win loc, in any battle, fight, brawl or war,
smoked many and sat all night calling whores,
I make knives out of great white's falling jaws,
My rhyme style so ill cos I drop pointless multis,
So the message you’re left with is pointless and faulty,
I’m blessed with the best shit, anointed as holy,
Dressed with you guessed it, joint in my gold teeth,
Smoking the weed, yes I’m toking indeed,
Joke about me I leave you broken and bleed……..ing.

My shit comes rapid and easy like the machine guns
Fake hardcore rappers decieving with the clean puns
Steppin to me? you will be in "deep shit" like a faggot**
When the mag's tip is pointed
I turn into a savage "rabbit" and start eatin "cabbage"
Rap it wit rabid tactics or just go back inside
I beat dirty niggas, knockin teeth out
On to concrete, jump on the plaque an slide
When the stack is dry, or low you know I rob a mob and steal
If got a hoe
The deal is always blow job slob throb then peal
I was born on the sun, so why would i be afraid of hell?
Plus me and god cool like that
He gave me a gold cross he said i could trade or sell

** Deep shit.... faggots... but fuckings....

i burn like raw acid
leave ya shit placid
nah i bring chaos im reign
i leave blood stains
on ya tiny ass chain
burn in ya chest like a flame
ur girl lick when i come came
insanse in the membrane brain

Lines lash and slash contenders who pass knecks reveal gashes//
I blast blasters, an in-humane rappers, quick to snap like snappers//
This ain't an act from an actor, even fearless leaders fear my factors//
rappin' raptor raps raw..more rawer than sushi that suits me//
Merrily i murder these thievin' thieves, their wifey's grieve//
Eyes can see i con-ceive lyrical wiin-in streaks//
Battlings like riding a break-less bike down a hill that's steep//

Word,
And things get deep like a ninja technique
Underwater sleep and count bubbles like sheep
Out your dome piece take a peep
That's my homie honking in the jeep
Saying what you sow is what you reep
Left the curse words in remove the bleep
Let the message better soak in and seep
Don't make another widow weep
Testing the best is a good way to get layed to rest
Inside your head thoughts you carress while your lady undress
Cleaned up that mess you left on your desk
In the Cd player there go that Wu disc
Gods here to bless while you all smoke that sess
On every track it's like yes
Must be that ol 36 chambers of death, smoke like taking that last breathe
Pay attention to Meth
Making that track all wet, with credits and depth
No cheap threats put your money down all bets we accept




:mexico:

Making that track all wet, with credits and depth
No cheap threats put your money down all bets we accept


as we interpret kindness as weakness examine my street Thesis,
uneducated engaged with the leeches ablaze as death preaches,
the sorrow of living today we borrow time ironing in the creases,
billboard streets shift the community into buying materialistic shit,
designer worn kicks are status symbols to kids who know no better,
days become longer as the weather gets wetter thunder storms fetor,
the stench gets worse we have teenagers claiming concrete turfs,
willing to kill over a public domain because sold dreams of 1,000 dollar platinum chains,
mainstream rap game speak of worthless evils glorifying the fast life demoralizing the people,
today its pick the lesser of two evils to represent our country and take the remaining change,
nickle and dime us to death stressed out shook upset,
nothing left to fight back so we watch a television set!

mass mind manipulations meticulously made by the media/
mankind's trepidation suspicious what the government's feenin' ya/
hypnopaedia, subtle subconscious seeds of controlled morality/
stay readin' cause people never heed advice when told reality/
they livin a falacy focusing on earthly actions never took part in art/
dismay when ridden of attachments an endeavor to tear apart the heart/

Aye yo,

Book of fire writer, armored knight ryder, inferno author//
Moshpit missle launcher, battlefield flyin' dagger tosser//
Haunt ya down once ya in my vision, grim gangster spittin'//
Freestyle addict addiction got me flippin' and submittin' more bars than prisons//
Give em' crosses to chill on, cock back gats cross-fire crisis marathon//
Tear a don's heart out, eye-balls pop-out, suprise barrel in ya mouth//
Home invasion invader in ya house, kid thanks for the couch//
Tummy bounced i eat ya meal, time to shit it out//
Never giving out funds only fun..fundamentals//
Maybe money for ya dental examination after fists clenh crews//
Dues dudes recognize iv'e paid em' off, once you see the war-cloud prepare for the holocaust//

Aye yo,

Living in the city of sin, my people's dyin' with-in this systematic watchgroup corruption//
Fuck making asumptions, question the un-questionable stand up 4 ya rights fight or die a brain-less vegetable//
Allah bless the chosen few, blind my enemies so i'm not in view//
My actions viewed by the you-know-who and considered biased//
fuck materials niggas, i'm not concerned on who dresses the flyest//
i ain't no pretty tone, i live in a shitty home, feeding my cats chicken bones//
Well-known scrambler, money gambler, but there's no human-being understanding the thought exaiminer//
Stand with a stance that men with strength of ants couldn't lift//
My curse is my gift, so my whole life's been a ignorant bitch//
No dis-respect to our queens, and earth's//
But why do the know-ledge when you continue to stick ya head in the dirt///

Honnies with me flirt
Lifting up their skirts in wild spurts
Pussy squirts even in churches or poarches avoiding roaches
Clip em' like cheer-leading coaches
Destroy any attack that approaches
Deep like buddahest notions they tasting secret potions
Soaking into skins like lotions, and high like postive emotions
If rowdy causing commotions, loco-motions
Clear spots like explosions or get left in corrosions
Extortion in every portion down to the very last motion
It's complete devotion
Records in rotation plus earth's floatation
Degrees which please in winter freeze all with ease
Anklets, braclets, rings, and other things cold as ice brings
Deep water fish-lings
What's appealing sometimes stealing ?
Depends on what I'm feeling
They hooked on the rod I'm reeling
Pictures left in scriptures I'm revealing
4 -wheel drive wheeling on streets tires peeling
From Crime scenes fleeing
With my third-eye seeing
Human beings like wild dogs peeing
Who gives fuck is what I'm meaning




:mexico:

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Aye yo,

Living in the city of sin, my people's dyin' with-in this systematic watchgroup corruption//
Fuck making asumptions, question the un-questionable stand up 4 ya rights fight or die a brain-less vegetable//
Allah bless the chosen few, blind my enemies so i'm not in view//
My actions viewed by the you-know-who and considered biased//
fuck materials niggas, i'm not concerned on who dresses the flyest//
i ain't no pretty tone, i live in a shitty home, feeding my cats chicken bones//
Well-known scrambler, money gambler, but there's no human-being understanding the thought exaiminer//
Stand with a stance that men with strength of ants couldn't lift//
My curse is my gift, so my whole life's been a ignorant bitch//
No dis-respect to our queens, and earth's//
But why do the know-ledge when you continue to stick ya head in the dirt///

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Ahead and Yet it Hurts! A Heck of Extra Work! A Bet? Or Test for Her..
the Next Step is right or Left..or Death For Sure! Reminesce of my Ex..
Triple X!! Simple Text ingraves the minds of the Cripple'd Flesh!
Crystal Meth! crushed and Sniff'd then I Indigest!

meh fuck it