Official Freestyle Thread

not bad yo, welcome to fold
house of flying daggers, brave and the bold
more than just rappers
word technicians, tips of fingers bare blisters
niggaz rap here like they do it for a living
collectin' that cred, absorbed whats read
big up whats dope, let cha know if its ehh
gotta come strong, words form bonds
more pros than cons, more verses than pslams
this heres the corps, on fire like a torch
rza need ta stop fuckin' around and sign us
everybody put they own lil unique touch
on whats was once jus in shaolin, what!

Bony arms milkin' a cow for my seeds lucky charms..
My enterprise is energized to greet emcee's with swords drawn..
Born a moron, kings get banged on like Kong's chest..
Was depressed til i decapitaed a challengers arm on the arm-rest..
Leave dimes seizure shaking when they power-u's stretched..
Players get hit with bats, cats thought i played for the Mets..
The day i rest is eternal, dropping competition in inferno's..
Release fire raps from the rap sire journal..
Turn hoes to queens, cowards to kings..
Fiends to clean people, cerebal dynamics be lethal..
Without X-ray vision , fake thugs i see through thoroughly..
Women show so much love they be drinking my pee..
Snacking on my manure, i'm the sick in the head shooter..
Running at the cops holding 2 dead roosters..
Payback for the shit-talking army recruiter..
Underground King show ya the gun you'll be seeing Luther..
while i'm living large like Vandross..
Playing golf, and purchasing paintings by Van Gogh..
Telling bitches i ain't work a day in my life that's why my hands soft..

Jay was a afro-hispanic, had connections like dial up
Was in a suberbian community as a child but
Rent was too much, his family moved to walnut hills
To "Alms" on victory parkway, at school he got some deals
Hustle'in hard to make ends meet, wit his weed profits
Jay bought baggy pants to hold his heat loose up in pockets
Dropped out of school as a junior, cuz by that time
He'd done jumped the peckin line an copped a second nine
Jay's people he left in the suberbs, plus the locals
Made his clientele, compared to others, look global
So "hoes", was in and out his crib like a shed
Left limp, was a man who owned his girl, said he was a pimp
Instead of lettin "shit" slide like toilet bowls
An bein cool wit it, he took the beef an boiled it slow
A typical brash nigga, had made his stash bigger
By doin a outside job from a pimp, he blast niggas
On the regular, two hundred thou minimum
He was given directions to the kingpin's crib, an went on'em
It was a hot night, bout like seventy six, right
That shiesty nigga rolled up an parked his whip, like
A U.P.S. driver, an stepped out like he was known
Like he grew up in the hills, like he be holdin a throne
Went to jay's newest house, knocked three times
Jay's little girl slowly opened door an got slapped....
Dime bags all over the livin room, he's asleep
Duke backed that lil girl in a closet, she grabbed a bat
He moved sleek, woke jay up at gun point
Said its all buisness, the witness wit the quickness showed fitness
The hitman got cracked, in the side of his head, laid flat
The little girl wit tears in her screwface, dropped the bat
Jay jumped on the hitman, grabbed his gun an shot'em
In the leg, duke tried to run, then jay head locked'em an rocked'em

its 12:29/
time for me to shine/
even tho all i got is 1 syllable rhymes/
its lunch time/
i aint got shit to do/
so ill sit here n freestyle n try to be cool/
on the real imma got damn fool/
god I f'n hate skool/
i feel like a child, bein force fed info locked in a stool/
well i still dont believe any of the shit they sayin/
steady sittin in my desk decayin/
1 day yall will be payin/
if i speak out n say this shit is gay then/
I.S.S. is where ima be spendin the rest my dayin/
its not jus the skools its the whole nation/
makin me hotter that a stove-a/
i whitness all ur hatred like i was johova/
but hate in skool children, is like gas in the mota/
oh shit look at that, lunch time is ova/

-Casey(moe)

im happy with that actually
i started at 12:29 n went till 45
what do yall think?

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Originally Posted by THAT GUY

im happy with that actually
i started at 12:29 n went till 45
what do yall think?

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Depends how long u've been writing, if ur a begginer, then i say its about 8/10, the couple of metaphors you had were simple, but they made good sense

If u've been writing for like over bout 3 months, then i say u prolly should quit.

When u get more words into yo head, your rhyme schemes will get more complex, u just gotta get to the point where when you write a rhyme, u can choose from a wide variety of words you already know, but might not say often.

keep readin them books kid! read some obscure shit, build up your vocabulary!

Use my brain to focus, loco thoughts become locusts..
Swarming forms swift, as i stand stiff as a mantis..
The man spits against victors, they lose throw em in pits..
Blood pressure rises like Jadakiss, i keep my confidence..
Calm using my common sense, to overcome defense..
Prey on the police precent, bustin' heat bent..
Leave when they all die, it's the fall-guy..
Ya'll limits the sky, i reach heaven n rhyme for christ..
3rd eye see's the sights of evil like poltergist..
Plotting the pope's demise, devil's protest the signs..
I was hit til' i absorbed energy from the stars alligned..

yo yo yo...

steel plated severance slang,excavatin ancient plans
datin back to the prehistoric man, scannin with animatronic cypher scans
my scientific sonic strands, react with heat and then expand
corroding craniums on my command, obide by street lawz, supply an demand
educate yourself with what you can, quantum physics,glandular glands
yemeni mystics, holy lands, lyrical illusions with the slight of hand
highywan man stand.... and deliever cuz my frostfire blade cuts quicker
in a blaze of sparks it quiver an flickers, slicin your cortex slicker
cuz you lack the thicker ticker, facin the formeless shape shifter

nice rime sidious-

i blast these catz wit math, im splashed wit soul
hot like coals, knowledge flos thru micphones
im comin for tha throne, cuz reel rap is gone
its my turn ta burn like bombs in lebanon
tha knight vs tha pawn, sword swingin tll dawn
till tha sun rises, ta wash away all violance
still a karate choppin novice, coolin in silence
tha beat dont matter, i adapt to mass enviroments
unfold scrolls as i flo in cold climates
civilized and wise, wit open eyes i shine
climb tha highest summit tried ta escape tha crime
but its hard for tha rap czar, ta shine like a star
tha last thing they every saw, FURYALLAH
tiger claw vs tha eagle, good vs evil
find me smoked out, pushin back deisel,
jason, mixtape rapin ya mind
illuminatin glare, those who stared became blind
like an eclipse, this lyracist seekin bliss
find me on tha 6th, wit my click, catchin a lift
move thru swift, then blow like the 7 trumpets
sp-1200, blunted wit thunder punches

While I do a hundred crunches with a six Pack!
The Dead Man that spits Phat, Mc'z get bullets gift wrapped,
I spit darts threw the Internet, and injure vets,
Causin havoc for who ever enters next, My Wu sword chops there necks!
leavin blood all over the stage,
Mainstream wack ass rapper get beat down in rage,
You see the writting on the Wall, theres no use fighting Paul,
Like a Titan Rising, my badez sclicen you all!
Meet the Soul Collecta that don't know betta,
The Dead God that will toss you in the shredder!
And grab a brew before I stab a few, Wack Mcz,
You can't rap like deez, Meniacle, Morbid Mad Men with Disease,
Disecting you like the blunt for my treez!
Beware the Wu Killa Beez!

Lyrical lacererations causin wacks cats deactivation emancipation of tha Crook order niggas shook sorta my warfare a distraught portal ...enter tha gates of hell no escapin shells test fate n get fell'd hollows penatratin ya pelle pelle lethal weapon like a combination of danny n mel my plan b 2 tell tales of tha wicked in tha booth stick n move when spittin rude smitten dudes simply kittens 2 da big kat's food ....my rap tools used 2 demonstrate skill SLEEP SINATRA here 2 renavate real.....

Frosted like flakes, baked on the wake
Great state, I'm inate nasty nice
Spice up a text, puff smoke inject chest
Sess blessed, no stress gets the vet
Wet whistle after weed missile, official
Pictual bud, crystal-coated an' potent
Smoke more plenty? No coke, whore it's 4:20

nowadays muthafuckas try and play me,
I'll take em out ghostem like Patrick Swayze,
Point Break detain your goals like drunk tanks,
thoughts Flanked floating ideas collide and sink,
belly up distended brain blank from no clearance,
police fear but give chase running circles in this rat race,
the fat of the land secretly with held from our plates,
that flood banks levy's can't withstand the weight...ebb & flow
as blood bakes... we let it go, federal flaws raise stakes... our fuses blow,
inflated rates caught off guard... move to and fro,