Official Freestyle Thread

rapper on the mic called the m . i . c .
rockin it steady rockin it for free
heavy on the mental keep the flow ready
to proceed and multipy 6 times and proceed
to give all rap fiends fixes...
climb out of ditches, each lines the flow switches, like witches, i dont eat green eggs sandwitches, masterpieces is all my mind gives me, i say a word and it fixes it up quickly, spits it and in amazement its blazin, any occasion and specially on a vacation. diggin in the crates and my fingers get dusty, hold the mic so much im callas'd and krusty, rhyming on the mic is just a must b, yes sincerly , b

yo i begin to start this flow, as i puff on that hydro,
shall i use the white O, sweets, phillies, or optimos,
sitting in a market place trying pick some fruit,
somethin fresh picked str8 from the root,
peaches yell from those wierd ass presidents, (Remember Presidents of the USA- Peaches, haha)
girls scream for the cream with that thick strawberry scent,
vines swing to make wine droppin them grapes,
aiyo fuck using them papes, shit i really like how that honey tastes
sticky and grimmy attracking the bee's,
sting to the nose, and thas what i chose,
phillies honey's, time to make things funny,
puff puff pass, stopping campin on the grass,
cough, choke, cough, make u wanna croak,
sticky icky green is the only shit i toke,
time to wake up and blow some coke.

1 full moon, 2 dirty goons/
3 gunshots 4 o'clock in da morn/
5-0 coming, keep 6 for the swarm/
7 young thugs who slung drugs by the store/
channel 8 news coverage, a stabbing commences/
while 9 witnesses seen what happened in the trenches/
10 corrupt cops in your drugspot, coincidence?/
11 division taking your mugshots and fingerprints/ {11 division, precinct 11}
12 man jury deciding your innocence/
13's the eye of the beast/
at 14 was striving to eat/
15 schemes, we pull this shit clean/
then we can celebrate like Vicky's sweet 16/
17 crackrocks in a bag/
18 shots from the mag, another body drops on the ave/
19 soldiers die in the war/
a 20 year old helicopter pilot lies on the floor, beggin for dearlife/
21 grams, seven short from an ounce/
22 was the caliber tool forced in your mouth!

just going on randomly...

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Originally Posted by Da Dishonourable Don

1 full moon, 2 dirty goons/
3 gunshots 4 o'clock in da morn/
5-0 coming, keep 6 for the swarm/
7 young thugs who slung drugs by the store/
channel 8 news coverage, a stabbing commences/
while 9 witnesses seen what happened in the trenches/
10 corrupt cops in your drugspot, coincidence?/
11 division taking your mugshots and fingerprints/ {11 division, precinct 11}
12 man jury deciding your innocence/
13's the eye of the beast/
at 14 was striving to eat/
15 schemes, we pull this shit clean/
then we can celebrate like Vicky's sweet 16/
17 crackrocks in a bag/
18 shots from the mag, another body drops on the ave/
19 soldiers die in the war/
a 20 year old helicopter pilot lies on the floor, beggin for dearlife/
21 grams, seven short from an ounce/
22 was the caliber tool forced in your mouth!

just going on randomly...

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23 jordan jersey sportin..24 hours pass till tha orbit..
25 my age 26 pages of ACS Spits if u go back quick!!..
27 hungry legends blugeoned death battlin me in texts...*D
28 steps in tha projectz..on a single staircase..! mingle wit mah fan base..
29 gummy lines spit..stick inside ya sinuses..infected viruses..
30 iz tha age u die kid..immune to voilence..silence implyed...
31 cop cars ina precint..n only 32 black folkz beat wit free picks..(this year)
33 ima be powerful like jesus- when he died.. but carryin rymez instead of T stick..
34 dirty shores had contaminated oil hords spilled..boiled..fish? all killed..
35 figures of hangers..helis n jets..36 chambaz of DEAF niggaz in anguish..
37 fuccaz die-a-year embellishin in threats..38 caliber to ya chest ridge...
39 iz tha oldest chick I had sex wit..!
40's I guzzle..puzzled..muzzled by ruffle chipz..got munchez juss smoked a dutchy nigga im hungry.. :{




wearin sportin

Conceal the vital tactics, that are needed to gain access
To the many royal habitats, you wish to conquer like Aztechs/
But tell me, why must you attempt, to take over what you can't
Are you jelly? Does land represent sugar to you, as to an ant?/
Many lives will be lost, for a extremely senseless cause
Because of this, the people rebel and excel, at any cost/
I will lead them in thier fight, to reunite good and right
Frontline warrior, many swords will clash and shatter despite/
Your commands of sanity, contradicted your dumb actions
Killing relentlessly, with simple problems used as distractions/
From whats really going on, your life is pending on this song
I'm about to efface the fake, and show them whats truely wrong/

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rhymin up foul shit got this bitch in check.../
Runnin guns and drugs from here to naknek.../
Bigger than alaska never messed with in texas.../
Rhymes so dope, should be sticky like a pearl necklace.../
So fuckin baked when i shit it earthquake's.../
Flattening motherfuckaz to the size of pancake's.../
Level all mothafuckaz, gettin stomped like centipede's.../
9000 degree's, incinarate competition, they aint shit but enemies.../
Get friendly with your girl and fuck the shit outta the ho.../
Fuck i gotta go

pirhttp://img.photobucket.com/albums/v6...eadbang5rw.gifnigga!!! 111

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Originally Posted by Sicka Than Aidz

rhymin up foul shit got this bitch in check.../
Runnin guns and drugs from here to naknek.../
Bigger than alaska never messed with in texas.../
Rhymes so dope, should be sticky like a pearl necklace.../
So fuckin baked when i shit it earthquake's.../
Flattening motherfuckaz to the size of pancake's.../
Level all mothafuckaz, gettin stomped likoe centipede's.../
9000 degree's, incinarate competition, they aint shit but enemies.../
Get friendly with your girl and fuck the shit outta the ho.../
Fuck i gotta go

pirhttp://img.photobucket.com/albums/v6...eadbang5rw.gifnigga!!! 111

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no were to run like gravediggaz..shame niggaz fame bigger then flames spitted..
split ya crane wit this written..frame shiftin spirit lifted from levatated bar clippage..
hard grippin rails cuz u drippin sweat kickin threats trippin..wuVET rippin beatz..
whos set given teeth? missin police..I release this ghost townz info..boast now..get blown..
get thrown ina pit.. hit wit ya own brimstone..spit 6 poems watch ya switch intah fish bones..!!

:beer:

Blink and Get Thrown from This Sick Intro
don't act Big Yo, cuz for ya Own Info ya Little
my Mic Gets Low, it's Design is ta Cripple Tricks So..
This is Simple, Swing Swords Bring Gore

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Originally Posted by White N Dangerous

Blink and Get Thrown from This Sick Intro
don't act Big Yo, cuz for ya Own Info ya Little
my Mic Gets Low, it's Design is ta Cripple Tricks So..
This is Simple, Swing Swords Bring Gore

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sting hords I bring swordz upon forcefully offin ya neck ina morbid check..
Lord of Death..get tossed in decks..porch collaspe..corpse iz trapped..
man............ Im bored n left perplexed how vexed rappaz get cash n lex..
bash ya neckz..mash cassettez n cds..fullah breath..no speech..no streetz..
u niggaz slow to teach..low to reach..Im onautha level..roast wit heat..flow wit ease..
MAD MULLIEZ..as I spat gullys..kidnap skulliez..rock em spit WU-doctrine..
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blow you away, like a catalyst in atomic fission,
mc's stray, from the originators prophetic vison,
position rookies to listen, with a cerebral incision,
on a mission, to educate against lyrical derision.//

impregnate your fate with the late and great,
master ceremonial trait, a battle was once a debate,
until mainstream society, got a taste of lyrical ferocity,
take back the 93 mentality, rooted in eastern philosophy,
at one point this happened to be, the staple of wu originality.

semi biographical, nuatical navagators spark a sabatical,
a quest in wisdom thought impratical, unacceptable,
forced to find a occupation, necessitating hyper inflation,
of frustration, mental menstration causes demontation.//

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demonstratin ya bitch side, verbal menstruation
leavin pussies spittin blood, all them who hatin
erasin ya parents mistake n never makin a mess of it
jigsaw you up, body parts get found seperate
one piece of a puzzle, blood leak through a funnel
bitchshutdafuckup stop tryna speak through da muzzle
I be Predator part 3 watch me creep through da jungle
never layin down for death, souls I reap thru da struggle
so what the batty bloodclaat, ya body, must drop
my shotty, bust shots, ya posse, runs out
i took the mask off and ran off wit ya hottie, I must pop
these bitches, I trust not, I got screwed befo
now I just screw ya hoe and leave out through the do
try to fuck wit this crew, you know I'll put you below
the ground so you can go to sleep foreva and eva
take dirt nap cuz yo bird ass cant never get on my level