Official Freestyle Thread

im sick of fifty cent, lil jon, and paul wall
these rappers are far from on the ball
their weak ass shit jams up the radio
and though they suck they still rakin in the dough
anythin that makes em money they'll slap their name on
and i just cant wait until they all gone
their fifteen minutes of fame are almost up
not a second too soon, kids are now currupt
instead of bein blessed with the words of the wu
they got crap passed off as rap and phony ass crews
there are real emcees out there dyin for their chance
but record companies wont pay them a single glance
its all about the bling now, no one cares about the words
that are spoken in these songs, lyricisms for the birds
i think some artists wrote their songs while drunk
cuz most of it sucks, especially the crunk

yo, dis be da wu-tangcorperation site, hope i have a chance to spit on da mic's and ignite da nite, my word so ill dat will make u step down without a fight, u could be kill by my IronFanga vicious striking, chop ya neck off and i'll be da king, remain patient wit axes,like im da Viking, im from da Valley of Ohio and got my C.O. people hypin' by wat im writing......

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by jallainINS

im sick of fifty cent, lil jon, and paul wall
these rappers are far from on the ball
their weak ass shit jams up the radio
and though they suck they still rakin in the dough
anythin that makes em money they'll slap their name on
and i just cant wait until they all gone
their fifteen minutes of fame are almost up
not a second too soon, kids are now currupt
instead of bein blessed with the words of the wu
they got crap passed off as rap and phony ass crews
there are real emcees out there dyin for their chance
but record companies wont pay them a single glance
its all about the bling now, no one cares about the words
that are spoken in these songs, lyricisms for the birds
i think some artists wrote their songs while drunk
cuz most of it sucks, especially the crunk

---

.true...

put some anthrax on a mic and kill these wack niggas
they aint gagnsta enough to deserve death fro the trigga
the wu fantasic all my soljas from the temple
we masters of all the arts i'm fluent ya know Kenpo
my shits simplistic monotoned but lost of meaning and direction
we also shaolin , with mathematical essentials
i'm from down south but i would nevre wat or okay
i stick to real rap cliche like check it and ho'she
this nigga are mcdonals pafe.
all this crunk music is really funkin gay
the intellect and styles they never heard
bullshit is they purpose blasphemy they word
James gimme a cord
so i can tie these filthy hords
kick em of brooklyn bridge not to be heard no more
afta makin they bitche prantz on all fours
cause we hardcore neva more we suport a crunk institution
is time for real hip hop to stand up and have it revolution

mass confusion info illusions smashing,
merge like the stock market crashing,
money lost while some keep flashing,
I be blasting caps and clashing with facts,
lay out the wax and burn them tracks,
exibit the smacks layed across faceless Johns,
shapeless cons.. to take you on.. and break our bond,
007 the secret government felon cracked heads like melons,
while we sit and watch movies to rip our thoughts tasteless,
tv and entertainment is the real matrix keeping our thoughts basic,
escape from reality we crave it 85% couldnt save it just relay it,
while homeless live on pavement were enslaved to that dollar,
Americas real GOD the one we follow make that money and live hollow,
or hostile with infanticide suicide and religious rituals ridiculed and speculated,
the time has come as they masterbated brains uneducated with true understanding,
secret government planning expanding and slamming smaller countries were damning,
managing and harassing our own people with blasting and bombing cowardly stalling ,
life is never calming unless your dreaming or caught in the matrix feening,
drugs be scheming continue the bleeding eyes open never seeing.....

Malfunctioned minds explode like land mines through examples i find peace of mind
Schools blindfold our seeds eyes, history lies lives still exterminated as terminators rise
Babies molested why? Look in tha sky god questioning why all this suffering?
Bush vactioning his closet overflowin' wit skeletons tellin' tales over, and over again
Murdering tha population armies of Satan let us Gods proceed wit government extermination...U.S. flag arson demonstration, as people praise the dollar
Shit makes me wanna hollar conspiracy u.s. citizen a.k.a. endanjered species
Land of crooks, and thieves i'll die fightin' before they put tha triple six on me
My steez at ease beats are therapy allowing me to be free to emcee
Clips never empty in these wild westerns never lose my weapon
Step-in tha valley of death those who rep wickedness the whale swallows
Unlock tha lions den inside Congress members ripped to shreds as i'm laughin'
Having payback karma attack that's when tha madman reacts
Some humans lack heart, and bravery very cowardly unable to devour me
Let's see tha future seeds suceed as we seek reparations by any means
Demons destroyin' dreams fiends for c.r.e.a.m. sell-out
As we chop heads and awaken tha dead mind blind cats having doubts

Iron clad eagle claws got my mind in a patratoic grip, strong like Katrina never seen her comming like a hurricanes rip. Cause we stand strong among the cold currents that split the south, Uncle sam's bitch by the name of england with his dick in her mouth. Scrolled through the 10 percents of the forum shark mc's with meaningless wu tang names, saw the lyrical prophet who spoke truth and the nigga forever lived like king james. Bigben, rockD the truthful inspiration of what we know to be wu-tang, my lyrics block you subconcisously like a road blocked street gang.

Leaning while dreaming observe these emotionless demons,
high beaming eyes reading movements that are deceiving,
my writing are teeming with strategies you analyze,
the book has been opened to torture slugs leave'en trails behind,
you know that mucus that they ride that casts a shine,
they use it to glide I'm chuckin metaphors read between the lines,
exploding mines, napalm burning eyes, spinal fluids dried,
my speech heavier than all the beaches sand combined,
I stand for mine building knowledge ya'll cram to find,
spoken scripts spit soakens the simps as sons are bastardized...

We shine and shit on minds were masterminds wit illustrious lines
Sign of tha times the government finds pleasure in not savin' lives
This cat here got 9 i will survive and strive for perfection
Reflecting on lessons thankful for blessings jewels kept him aware
Warfare where i walk hold down my square and prepare to fend off sharks
Darts send of sparks contenders caught are brought to trial shocked
I can't be mocked blastin' flocks of dick-riders get off my cock
before i hawk strike lyricists losin' stripes in this infinite mic fight
Catch em' like flights despite tha runnin' u get down gunnin'
I'm stunnin' behold tha second coming of a legend tha ladies lovin'
Hot raps simmer in tha oven burn ya tongue, and taste buds
my place bugged by feds watchin' my face up in the building across tha street
Thinkin' i can't see them spyin' as i'm lyin' on tha bed holdin' iron
Never relyin' on tha system i bring justice against em' spittin'
Cuz' where i'm from goods are taken cuz' noone's ever giving

combined lifestyles begin sinning equality is spinning economically skinning alive,
the children who fall victim as the structure of the system kills off many who strive,
through the thickest of thistle reachest out the scarred tissue from many of the blind,
snakes engage mice in orgies feeding off the poor and lonely constricting the mind,
painters working overtime toxic fumes cover the sky chemical thinners and turpentine...

^ dam james you me and big ben should do a collab or something. all the verses you guys spit after the one I did were fuck'n tight. peace to both you guys.

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Butter

'Empiricist' Your 'Theory' Will-be-NOT Beating me So yea..'Invalid'/
You Wont 'Experience it', Like Your 'Mic Cheque', When you 'Cashed it!'/
I was gonna 'write This Ryhme'.. But like Jay-z 'Empiricist' Stole My 'Blueprint'/
'Ctrl+C' + 'Crtl+V' There ya go dunny, At least i Taught you how To Use it!!/
Only Time 'Empiricist' be 'Bashing Skulls' Is when the 'Peices' Of the 'Puzzle-Dont-Fit'
'Injected' yourself With 'Smack' Would be the 'Only-Way' Your Gonna get 'Dope-Hits!'/
He Trys to 'Wipe Shit' All he Gets is 'ASS' Cause he 'Cant Drop'/
'Even Strains' Sorry for the Mental Picture, 'Butt' Finally 'THAT ONE PLOP!'/
You Couldnt 'Punch a Line' If you Were Hitting on the 'Heart Monitor'/
only Reason you 'Pretended to Be Hot' was so the Nurse Brought 'On the Thermometer!'/
You 'Represent The BLock?' Or the 'Peice of Stone' in your Garden 'Cemented'/
EMP Is 'Simply-Not-Legend', Got Fucked, and 'Left-Here-Pregnant!!'/

not really a freestyle but i aint making a thread for it.

---

nice piece butter///i like i like,.........

I make men wish they were never born as i perform lyrical storms/
Breakin' at least 6 commandments one bar could out-shine ya 9 songs/
I unleash plaques wit every verse of mine murk ya mind/
Torture my enemies by making them drink blood, and sniff turpentine/
Make ya sacrifice ya family tree u know tha lady b spittin' precisely/
While rappers sell their soul still un-able to acheive mastery/
I spit with force and crossing me takes bravery/
blew up half the globe got the other half after me/
Too bad they'll never get it back that's an actual fact/
Battled rappers in hell returned to earth in flames to burn tha wack/
I weild the blessed blades, and attack wit the hell's wind staff/
Clap to tha lady ninja cuttin' heads up-close tha verbal ghost is back/
Build with gods, and earth reason of birth to destroy fools/
Got a problem with life Chequita stop it for you, then put ya name on tha mural/
Put a gun to ya head and pop it for you/

This dude be bitein' like a ~K-9~ hyper extend your ass even ~slay time~/
lil ass biters coun't ~phaze me~ still only careing about ~pay me~/
benadryl i'll fill a ~mill~ sit upon your window ~sill~/
buy a dub ~secertly~ no word from your ~enemys~/
no reason to go ~any further~ or it might get to ~bloody murder~/

damn chiquita can lay it down, sweet ass verse.................




the introduction, get stuck in the suction
my production is on point, no discusion
im never rushen on the beat, im on cruise control
like the russian mafia in the streets, my beats are brusen ya'll
ive proven to ya'll, my flow is tite like shoelaces
stop hiding behind society's mask, damn show ya faces
there's no replacement, i come with the realty
hollywood scandals, damn u cant handle it, my life's filthy
the visions ive seen, a keen memory, remember me
not a normal member in society, bcuz of what's inside of me
there lies a demon that goes into a rage and starts killen
my styles so sick i drink gallons of penicillin
individuals see my visuals, its unusual
my raps style's habitual, i know the feeling's mutual
i flow like menstral cycle's, kid im psycho
this shit is mental, tite flows, sick like nitro
i rule this rap island, rap fidel castro
electro, what i let go, damn call me maestro
come to the butcher's bistro, im serving up fillet mignon
when i swing the butcher knife at ya all the beef is gone

Beef is gone, I'm eatin on
Through the flesh and through the bon'
True to form, bluest chrome
Send a kite right thru ya dome
Like Cenobites I raise hell, aim well, you caint tell?
Wet ya up with gasoline just so that you'll blaze well
Pump ya fist, throw them bows, ho-ish foes jus bend yall knees
Fuckin bitch you know I'm cold when y'all freeze
Tidal flows that is crushin foes jus like nothin
That boy GuardianOne suppose I was bustin
You damn right you damn straight
I'm tryna get me a damn plate
Fuck me, fuck you
Fuck ya mom, big girls need love too
Oh you foldin now, now you know I hold it down
You in the target better throw the crown
Brains on the throne, beachball sized hole in ya gown
Been up all night still need to sleep
Still bust a free like a sea, it's deep
Cuz yall shallow, soft as marshmallows
Chrome barrels get loose and remove ya bone marrow
Slap the rookie tellem pass the dutchie
Bitches pass the pussy give Shrap the nookie

"we keep keepin on to the break a dawn"
full force mc awakens never yawns
with these pawns i mow the lawn as i take em to skool
fool any nigga who think they cool
cause i'm hotta and colder bolda than most
Laud as hell ringin bells i boast
toss a tost to those MCee's that reside in the temple of darts
who got the skill to top charts and squach these tarts
who brain dead wit no smart they lackin on credentials
claim to be 5 mic mc's but have 2 mic potential <(Inspired by Method Man; Rap city)
i will mention that they dreams are differed and roten
we the upstandin outstandin MC's who's popin
ya'll like old niggas share cropin, piranas wit no appetite
we Post MLK ready to claim rights
we freedom fight thru lyrics,Wu passion and intuition
we cuttin ya'll off like jewish circumsision
thats the distinction between a free flowa and an uptight
that u strain on the mic and i break it down right

HOLLA!

Who can test us mic professors wit tha freshest lecture
At ease selector or i'll compress ya wit tha pressure
Bet cha' a gee or more you'll taste tha floor u ain't ready for war
rest assured they'll find ya body by tha shore u shouldv'e had ya life insured
More murder raps to chop tha wack cats who lack skills chill or get killed
Body filled wit more holes than ant-hills know u can't build
Get crippled for real ya legs, and testicles ya can't feel
This mans iller than a serial killer, and still a problem
Ya crew don't want it, involve em' then tha red dot will spot em'
Got em' no graze , but a fatal shot that blazed tha fughaze to tha grave
Know i'm in a plane while tha slug is in his brain, catch me in Spain
Runnin' trains on church nuns and when me and my squad done
We'll leave the left-overs for u son

YAPITY YAK YAK ..ALL YOU TALKING IS SMACK SMACK...
YOU ACT LIKE BLACK FOLK.. SMOKING THE CRACK CRACK...
GO HIT IT AGAIN...MAYBE YOU WONT COME BACK BACK...
SCARS RUNNING DOWN YOUR NECK ..THOSE ARE THE TRACKS TRACKS...
EMCEES FUCKING NUNS WILL GET THERE DAY ..THIS IS A FACT FACT....
YOUR MAMA AINT TEACH YOU CORRECLTLY ..ON HOW TO ACT ACT...
YOUR CONTENT REALLY SUCKS....SO COME LICK MY SAC SAC...
LEAVE RELIGIOUS FIGURES OUT OF THE THE GAME.....
DONT SPIT ON ALLAH, GOD , NUNS, COWZ,,, WHATEVER... BEST LEFT ALONE....
CAN YOU DIG IT.....

I'm known for catchin' wreck like drunk drivers
And gettin' deeper than scuba divers
I suck (ha) you's a stupid liar
U couldn't burn me in a battle if u passed me a mic on fire
Your style has expired call u spoiled ballads tha type to toss salads
I'll let tha god-u lick-shots at cha' nuts cuz' i'm violent
Talk bout my ol' earth i bet yours in tha dirt wit my cemen stain on her skirt
For her i'll give a moment of silence

the temple is for comrodorie but some have been diected
a battle in the makin Rock has just detected
shit is hecktik and splendid can i get rumble
one stands out ask king will the other be crushed to shambels
the two stand tall but one is ready for a fall
the hall looks longer when u beatin down to a crawl
splatter all on the wall the king james vs. ballistik missle
will they settle the score or retreat on the issue
who will dismiss who and bring the fukin pain
will the ballistik detroy the king or will james still reing
there is no shame word play is okay so dont mumble
and i finish by askin " ARE YOU READY TO RUUUMBLE?"

as i put down my staff iron flag i claim this territory
SecziDarq is taken so for those that wanted sorry
i hold all the glory the point is shes my daymund
niggas tryin to lurk, lazy they need to find one
winner takes all so i already won
there is no competition cause i'm the only one
RockD has mamiD just read the sub heading
niggas think they gainin but in fact they sheedin
gettin played while u buyin i'm gettin laid
controllin you like lab roches after sprayed by raid
so just sit there and like a pp obey
cause u just a toy so play dead okay
listen to wat i say the overlord of darq
i can give her the world thats surpaz your quartz
in the temple off darts or in the real life
we will stay together and thats word on my life

:)

A switch at birth with the drunken cartoonstance of a white stork, turned the lights off made noise flipped the switch and the intruder's eyes were bloody from my metal fork. Fuck a spork on the dinner table cause it's useless like a toast drink, enter the chambers of reality executed you called ya life lines the weakest link. Play'n ghetto games like fake thug life monoply, talk'n big business take control over supply like drug deal'n oligoply. Shut the door after the Wu-Tang Menace let the smoke clear, bullets with the force of james were ice and melted when they disappear.

^^^tight flow thnks for the mention :)

check tha visuals of a verbally gifted individual thought processess tha super lyrical
Mad-man material my mentals imperial underground sound that's digital
Spit chemicals that go into eardrums then travel to tha brain tha pain unimaginable
I'm tha emcee responsible for opposition's funerals numbers in triple zero's
I'm here to intefere wit rhyme heroes lairs rush em' like black bears
Throw spears as rappers stare hopeless hopin' their life's spared
I'm the knight in ya nightmares controllin' towns like mayors
Not tha illest but a untouchable hip-hop track killer
On the run like a drug-dealer caught pumpin' on tha wrong block
Obey tha commands man before i rock d spot
Taught to spot targets and let off rockets
Gouge out both eyes and watch electricity fly from tha sockets

My nigga jamez killin shit as usual, yo whats good wit that collab homie.

the sound of a soul poet the rythm i define
spekain like the stars cause wit planets i intertwine
fine as wine as i age i get betta
i shot back give ya mmories like the old sweta
neva confront a soulful mc just ask cube
he got droped from the funk he's soul was consumed
by the fumes of a common verbal ancestor
the one that i call my never known mentor
but my though process is dominated by wu essentials dont mis understand
that i always stand for a wu fan
read ya niggas ya'll last prayas from the king James version
as i get ready to di but soon come my 'resurrection'
as i get 'reunited' with every "man, woman, and child"
'100 miles and runnin' 'how u like me now'

James' Spit Is Nothing More Than A Gleek...
I Speak With Words Complete...just To Tame The Geeks...
I Battle This Field For Those Who Can't Really Come Bleek...
And If I Meet Gulliotine On The Streets ..he'd Feel The Street..
With Words So Absurd....he Really Dont Want To Meet...
The Creator Of His Defeat....
My Style Is The Hostile And You Really Dont Want The Heat....
Ill Strap You To Dinomite And Tell You,, You Will Be Alright....
And You Think This O.k Cause You Have.... Very Little Insight...
Ill Bring More Scares Than Your Worst Time At Fright...night...
Sixflags Brings Little Scare ..you Fag...go Grab A Flashlight..
Peep The High Beams...on My... B.m.doubleu...
Running Down You And Your Crew....
Very Few Bring The Game Like The Flu...
But You Never Really Had A Clue......
Or Did You ....im Ballad Ballistik ...
Fuck Around And Get Your Wrist Slit...
Over......and Still Here....you Queer

queer get fucked in the ear, betta yet the rear/
i can rhyme elementary too, 1 2 kung fu/
ballad ballistic gettin my ju jitsu/
aint shit like tiein to my two shoes/


this be your lyrical apocalypse/
my talent past the circumfrence/
u'd be in bliss, if i hung u by your clitoris/
i dont even have to send my milita/
i'll send one of my wicked flow's to hit ya/
kilin phines cuz i ~cram rocks~/
every mc on my dick like a ~hammock~/
slay ya on the lyrical ~harpoon~/
all MC's will ~die soon~/
from my lyrical ~typhoon~/

my rhymes r tyghter than a profilactic on shaqs dick
tha god conceptz he who practices black majik
throwin hexes on mainstream cats wit gold teeth in they lexuses
kinda like droppin sumblimianal messages
im fresher than crest is on my teeth after breakfastes
sun always remember im the best at this
never droppin week shit like all the rest is

tha god conceptz neva off point like sobriety testeses

nigga lets battle kid any1 thynk they got skillz?

Took a look at the page of shit didn't think this was a G - Unit thread, fuck tha concept it's outdated like baby tim's on ya boy cause he's still breast fed. Fuck what you said clamin' to be ballistik, but your rhymes need beats to reach the dying people like a ballad statistic. Got a natural mystic blowing like a typhoon, lyrics of genius spit faster than bullets in a cowboy saloon.

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Ballad Ballistik

James' Spit Is Nothing More Than A Gleek...
I Speak With Words Complete...just To Tame The Geeks...
I Battle This Field For Those Who Can't Really Come Bleek...
And If I Meet Gulliotine On The Streets ..he'd Feel The Street..
With Words So Absurd....he Really Dont Want To Meet...
The Creator Of His Defeat....
My Style Is The Hostile And You Really Dont Want The Heat....
Ill Strap You To Dinomite And Tell You,, You Will Be Alright....
And You Think This O.k Cause You Have.... Very Little Insight...
Ill Bring More Scares Than Your Worst Time At Fright...night...
Sixflags Brings Little Scare ..you Fag...go Grab A Flashlight..
Peep The High Beams...on My... B.m.doubleu...
Running Down You And Your Crew....
Very Few Bring The Game Like The Flu...
But You Never Really Had A Clue......
Or Did You ....im Ballad Ballistik ...
Fuck Around And Get Your Wrist Slit...
Over......and Still Here....you Queer

---

This isn't tha battlefield homie but i never back down from a challenge, and tell ya ghost-writer to come up with better rhymes(lol)


Ballad Ballistikz could never see tha God with rhymes
"He got shit for brains" and i got a diaper to "change his mind"
Ya steez is played out, u might as well die from Aids and take tha "Eazy" way out
As i "take-out" ya Dr. Seus style...
U could battle tha bath-room floor and still ain't even "verse-a-tile"
Ya worse than fowl, u could never spit live as me
Got 'Wayan" over ya head like u just bench-pressed "Keenan Ivory'
So stop addresin' and learn ya lesson
Ya style is so suspect it had a "motive", and a "murder weapon"
I closed tha lid on tha casket pine then slammed it hard
You'll never stand-out like a chameleon wearin' camoflauge
Makin' sure u can't shine cuz' i devoured tha sun
u talent-less bum tha odds are like a thousand-to-one
I got a "weigh' with words my scale will "balance-a-ton"
Here's a wrist-watch line i had to throw at you
Your tha only member of wu-corp that's "breakable"

^^^^^^^^^^that was tight as FUCK



as all you guys have noticed/
im quick to be quoted/
because im the only one who wrote it/

step to me heavy, get dropped to the earth/
satans angels in the sky to signal my birth/
i rock this universe, cuz this is freestyle son, UNREHEARSED/
I speak candidly, where no ~cameras be~/
beat your ass first then ask questions, but i doubt u'll ~answer me~

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by james

This isn't tha battlefield homie but i never back down from a challenge, and tell ya ghost-writer to come up with better rhymes(lol)


Ballad Ballistikz could never see tha God with rhymes
"He got shit for brains" and i got a diaper to "change his mind"
Ya steez is played out, u might as well die from Aids and take tha "Eazy" way out
As i "take-out" ya Dr. Seus style...
U could battle tha bath-room floor and still ain't even "verse-a-tile"
Ya worse than fowl, u could never spit live as me
Got 'Wayan" over ya head like u just bench-pressed "Keenan Ivory'
So stop addresin' and learn ya lesson
Ya style is so suspect it had a "motive", and a "murder weapon"
I closed tha lid on tha casket pine then slammed it hard
You'll never stand-out like a chameleon wearin' camoflauge
Makin' sure u can't shine cuz' i devoured tha sun
u talent-less bum tha odds are like a thousand-to-one
I got a "weigh' with words my scale will "balance-a-ton"
Here's a wrist-watch line i had to throw at you
Your tha only member of wu-corp that's "breakable"

---

U NICE JAMES ...
I WAS JUST POKING ..LOL ....I SEE WHERE YOUR HEADS AT...KEEP IT REAL...

trail blaza wit a tailored suit and a tazer
ur rhymes r minor league sun
while im hittin homeruns in the majors
im dark like darth vader
reel raw on the cross fader
my friend the pen calls me the almighty paper raper

u a lil one, im a entrepeneur/
i tote big guns, ur game is cow manure/
agan u stepped up tryign to match this/
but like i always say,"gonna take MUCH more practice"/
i aint neva had beef on this lyrical stage/
i've neva even had to use my spirtual rage/
+1 to skills, im plain raw/
take ya to my basement, start the chainsaw/

i gotta go to work lil mo fo, i'll be back

my rhymes r so sick theyre contageous
mutha fuck whyte n dangerous
actin like he the crayziest with a rhymestyle thats the lazyiest
hes the whytest and pastiest
nigga im a true patriot
all up in ya momz power u at the mutha fuckin marriot

so punk bow down to tha god concept
killin wit pin point percision juss usin my intellect

man, like biggie...

C-4 to your door no beef no more NIGGA


fuck u and ur bitch ass rhymes, i dont need beef man, im doing my own thang so go get fucked

flow is outer space,martian-race misplaced
Mindset reaches high after sunset
Turbojet cool down but not yet
Hot like the suns surface, my shine serves purpose
Cause rhymes with no lines really are kinda wothless









(someone add on to the verse)

yo whyte n dangerous i dont got no beef sun juss respect my style i dont even like battlin

so lets squash this peace 2 tha godz