Official Freestyle Thread

no troll can't troll a troll who hasn't trolled in days when troll goes along ways
faded lames by these trolling takes a robot chicken filet the sucker emcees days down to an interview by tech and sway/
spit cha flames local blown out cha vocals made most evergreen lever sheen
got them charlies by they way the leviathan varies i carry more in my nap sack/
jack packs rap slash caps get fasted by fats never rapidly rapping
when fanatics wouldn't pick up the diction when they wasn't even right clicking/

my mic spell a primitive roast the definitive coach a player dare not approach
I run the coast east the black Sheek smokes
another rival rubbed out for a title the key to survival
trivia without pursuit no signs no need to check for vitals
garden dirty skin sturdy looking like i'm 21 and i'm past thirty
8 is enough caps to bust abandon the whip stomp the ground the free-ways crushed
he who rushes without skill is bodied with one touch
ip man strikes knocks niggas off bikes u need rites to write
so high i'm living off heights i shine without lights
the rebel very few like but respect my might

get checkmated with one Black Knight,
flesh separated from the shadows of night,
connect digital sadists with battles of lightsabers lying saviors
crated for light years beside buzzed light beers,
now I lunge for jugulars in Predator-like gear
legend of the lightning Kings, one dart is like five stings,
translate thoughts into high speech,
the right dose written on the right leaves

My queen smack hoes in the air flying air weaves unbelievable speed
kitchen smokey from oven roasted emcee's
well prepared kill pests for the peeves
Me and five the best in the league
a tec for the squeeze iced-out watch em freeze
9 milie's to shoot out jake camera's in streets
crazy carnage your honor latina dime vagina's beat
g-spots i stay killing fufilling the fertilization needs
veggies hold the meat feed ya'll the beef
drama nature break-out then bake ya
shots fired at rats wired sounds drowned out by a sunday baptist choir
when i die on the tombstone reads the God of war sire

draw crowds like dorm fires or porn suppliers,
witness I. Self Lord attired in Chuck Taylors and buck suede tailored
act buck and get sprayed, detainees buried in forgotten acres
little plots for big fakers, lick shots and flick papers
sizzle crops and lay salt for future generations,
watch the mad doctor suture confused patients
connected to lucrative administrations, call me the brutal replacement
take two paces and draw, I'm too impatient for laws...

Slap down i mack down pack flows in my coat
roast ya beanery trying get this flow is like smoking the greenry/
solider homie cold crushing darts when i'm leading packs
wolf your housing armed cha foundery now i document your clownry
trying to tom-foolery behoove the logic that balloons until politics get involved/
so resolved know my skills be killing your resolve
devolve your beef you dischat cha rembrant/

I went to the mountain without comfort,
wounded by the ignorance, injustice, arrogance,
and by fear and suspicion,
and I was covered by the veil of melancholy,
and the rain fell, and It sang a song of a sad melody outdated,
but the rain knew my silent torment I did not sleep and it killed my joy,
but the rain was my guide,
in a real encounter at a mysterious trail i ride thru my dear mountain,
so the cause is not lost, do not get extinguished emcee .

my blaze can extinguish the seas,
spit succinct degrees as a distinguished Gee Oh Dee
propose leaves to the earth's breezes,
breathe dirt as my first Queen gives birth to virgin trees
serve deceit to the uncertain streets,
to die of shame is to play the liar's game to the grave
I strive for gain, feel alive in the driving rain
in this fight to the pain my bride is a survivor of the blade...

i hear a voice in my head giving me constant auditions
doc says its schizophrenia but i say its not a mental condition
its a real life demon but the ginger wanker dont believe me
the demon also put faces on my garden wall more detailed than the tv
the voice has a name it's La-Cinderella
how can this be for the messiah-like figure
La-Cinderella has a made up cat and he's called Ben
every night he sleeps on my bed and La-Cinderella shouts at me stop kneeing him again
thats all i hear every time i go to sleep
"Stop kneeing Ben!" this stories rather deep
Taunts from a demon and blasts from government satellites
What are they trying to stop me from if all i wanna do is batter-mics
Electro-magnetic beams seep through windows and into my brain
Every morning i wake up feeling fucked up, and think well thats strange
the government dont like powerful people who oppose them
especially when my mind has the power to decompose them
nobody believes i hold the key to the prophecy
two zero twelve is still to be what it ought to be
the government make cars drive by and the number plates i notice them
they usually contain numerical patterns, governments mad i aint supportin them
id rather use my synchronicity and 11:11 and stay exposin them
when they see i'm the messiah they're gonna be frozen men
like raekwon and he'll kick himself big time
i once with a friend mugged a man for 80 quid so you all know i did crime
the government want to see me put away or worse yet dead
can't they all get it through their thick fucking heads
i believe in fate, smash their heads with some plates
they change the formation of the satellites but i never take the bait
everything i say is true but you wont believe this
i've already seen the signs im jesus but still you cant hear this
when angels surround me they say others dont have the power to be this
you've probably already turned the page off so you won't see this

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^Real Talk

punking mind tripping lines flipping flows open noses get clones deleted
ctrl + alt bars with color coded lines thinking your color blind by how i write my verses/
worst nurse derp you herbs by the blurbs your quirk out cha jerks can't lerk in verses
night assalant armed maligenent emcees get cancer cells by just being next to the sheep/
deep needs feed off the flames microscopic plagues open lames get demoted games
shipped shames off the names i develop more flows than prose in what time the game closes/
i'm the sickest infectious pitches kitchen catcher shifted over the leather
i'm tougher than the weather your facing in alabama come off the slammer,
catch me if you can a stand a chance trying band together against beast from the east roast flows like beef in the stir fry/

Got a different dope to shoot em up with ill and illustrious
Rusty metal blade in my hand to cut em up quick
buckshot couldn't buck this down flesh ripped to bits when impacts of lines hit
never sweat a chick that's the key then i'm dropping loads
in your area you know my code gangster rouge
money i hold long as the untouchable scrolls
I'm not a g.i. and my name isn't Joe
In the cut patiently waiting to catch a foe
you non-believers are bee-hive sweet
cause i stay throwing lines like notorious threw the size twelves that didn't fit his feet
I add a pinch of fire and these weak fleets retreat
you should have known by know were carding welfare emcee's
cats li'l like kim and ceaze never hesitate to pop lead for me
No mafia here junior just gorilla's with heat
Ramadan isn't here yet so iv'e got to eat

sheep the insectoid rip mics like sigmane fraud now your bored bonds arms
lama crills get cha build like pcs that die instantly/
villianly mill a few off the top troupe your props
with more jokes than carrot top/
trip out infect cha text your not basic
basis faceless hunter your mace-less like diddy before he ran the city/
grip past flip gas mick the sick freaks by heat
i run backwards and broke the game by dividing by zero/
hero shiver live killer bring down a pillar fill up on premium
know i'm the beast from the east stomping through west/
eff your stance by the glance you cannot clamp down
shift crowns think your has no thrones i play with thorns
my skills got more horns than sith lords can use force lighting striking down jedi/

man came from monkeys? monkey business man, shady shadowed figures, twisted confusing scams, abusive modern man, intrusive social plans, cash in on all you can...

Split minds divide lines trival bars pursuit minds
drive ides timed tides in finds i never lie in rhymes i never die/
triplicate phantom rape side spark lame darks
made arcs crush carts when you park on my side of the road/
unfold flows in napkin holders roll out cha scars
watch me battle the odds sheepish always the l-o-r-d/
deep as the red sea bleed out eyes with those gamera
think you trolling trying to be tolkin ripping flows with thinking you got me pinpoint down to onk like a dolphin facing an oni based upon thee/