Official Freestyle Thread

:spin:I dont know I just flow connect thought then let go world reknown my sound pound and smash ground you've been found and clowned the time is now to frown you can't handle me I be hot potato so pass if not thats that ass left bloody in the grass you stankin you shoulda been thankin I'm krankin the thought from the bank then blast on who was flankin niggas walkin round with plugs all in they boddies cause a bita gotta hobbie they whole stlyle is copy cant match my original skill flyin from temple I really crunch the simple they pop just like a pimple on they left cheak please dont speak It sound weak I release for weeks and destroy geaks that sport pro wing sneaks up on ya like a cold I'm cold sorta like antartica sparke it and I'm meltin ya swiftly so please don't tempt me spit these fireball Laugi lyrics that sound freaky rip frequintly........ man I'm through yall be safe PEACE AND BLESSINGS "G"!!!!!! :king:




P.S. This is a real freestyle you suckas!!!!!!!!!!

gone for wrong are left the hand id of death the vader stretch to hang and choke like extending the vocals on coach to drive the focals live wired to direct the stage the show the high up where skys ertupt from holes caused by worms in black wherre matter be abstract to matter what's said becomes blabber to non sense sickles be icy slice vehicles to move the life to pout from lost bout when tension surface strife meets knife of friction the twisted itching to scratch get match get hot get gased think not for fool proof to go poof for head of stead like steed be bleed cried sweated maybe lied maybe tongue in knots unraveling mind plots of inside the out ride loop that scoop or plop the cream slop either or neither abhor the skim to skin like the being held back retension of sling shots that bust rocks to glass the window trash to crash hear tinkle the sand twinkles in eye like tear a tear the gash what a two timing world spitting pearls with perils casting suicide graves that genocidist crave

was formerly nut_end

the mic check is the only one that keeps me going
as the sound of wu trumpets keep blowing
as i start showin the world that a menace is still live
the flow is quick rich and fo eva strives
i rupture devides as mc's i minimize
an the wu-tactics u now reallize
watch as i devise a master plan man
the karate masta also known as first dan
u think u can but is futile
u shit is wack devise a new style
meanwile from the slum of shaolin
rises a Rock wit a big grin
lights get dim destruction is wat i bring
sound the bell its over ding ding

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Lets get it poppin like oldschool pop locking

all men in fear cuz they know the end is near
loco vocal's blew up the hemisphere
you just a lil girl thats been a queer...

a confrence...
of thugs & they accomplice..
quick ta leave ya unconscious
a congress, accounts less
then accountant's
gettin they job accomplished....

abandon my post
leave ya stranded and ghost,
challenge the west side,
make the vest slide
off ya chest, wit da tech nine...

ya'll know my text
and yet sum chose ta flex
actin hard like they pose a threat
leave ya hacked N sccared wit a broken neck...

coded red....explode da corroded dead
chokehold da comode wit bread
coated headd..control'd da congo
with counsil's of consoles.. count souls....

steppin ta me be ya death sentence
left leg, limp and knee, and the rest dented...

run wit dudes that sell weed & drugs
i've defeated thugs wit heated slugs
that bout ta come meet ya mug
neva was the type that needed the hugs
clever on da mic like thieves from above
then -cum deep in ya lungs-
mission completed and done.....

compared ta me ya... soundin foolish
im hot like i just shot up the town wit... two clips
run scared or i'll leave ya.. clowns in ruins
amongst da cloud n fumes...

Barz volatile into lungz- hoez swollow little cum- brittle stung from tha cripple one..
miserable criminal spittin once-! risidual residue left uneditable- AC credible..
cash revenue earned..step n get burnt- left in tha dirt "hurt" word! served like burgaz..!
Chron n AC murda- back to service.. smacc tha worthless wit micz..verb symphony..
itz bout to get hot so adapt to furnace! son I smash tha curbz with perfect delivery..!!
earned medal I burn devilz on church levelz n turn rebel!! fucc da copz.. I burst treble..!
all tha way down puglsey nea tha 1st ghetto.. thrust pedal-! to 100- soon runnin..(gunnin)
reverse.. n fed u regergitated verb menuz.. watch u hurl.. u hurt? I end u-! send 2 to ya mental!..

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uppin (so i can see who posted last)

i lyricaly kill the punk before the tool-starts/
an eazy taget so he gets a back full-of-darts/
u get a slower-start than fat ppl in go-carts/
hear is mum cummin cos the ho-barks/
sorry son RIP u goin to die-a-bad-writer/
u rymes wuldnt stand out if u write wit a high-lighter/
stop causin-a-scene i put caution-to-ya-splene/
if u had a metal ryme book it wuldnt shine ina washin-machene/
im cross-and-meen at u punk mc's gettin steppin-on/
cos ya skillz cum shota than a legless lep-re-con/
im repppin on the uk on ma back like a rucksack/
u terrible so u vocablary isnt even good enough for wack/
so ill battle u again in heaven wen i die-ill-see-ya/
after this boy u being drippin like di-o-ree-ha/ (wrong spelin)
if this a leuge nigga believe you-last/
u gettin ripped faster than the fat bitch whos sat down to-fast/
nigga retire, cos u the oppisite of the word admire/
i culd giv u gasalene and a lighter u still wouldnt be on fire/
and if u ever do make a record who goin to be consumin/
this muthafucka is fuckin lucky i dont hit women/
so son check out ma lyrical spiritual and crititcal new-powers/
i culd write these punks albums in at least two-hours/
i am the wolve the crook the thug of rap
yall punks will need mo than a bush-attack to push-me-back/
my merical-raps put u on the medical-racks/(hospital bed)
i lyricaly run ya pockets jus like federal-tax/

i lyricaly kill the punk before the tool-starts/
an eazy taget so he gets a back full-of-darts/
u get a slower-start than fat ppl in go-carts/
hear is mum cummin cos the ho-barks/
sorry son RIP u goin to die-a-bad-writer/
u rymes wuldnt stand out if u write wit a high-lighter/
stop causin-a-scene i put caution-to-ya-splene/
if u had a metal ryme book it wuldnt shine ina washin-machene/
im cross-and-meen at u punk mc's gettin steppin-on/
cos ya skillz cum shota than a legless lep-re-con/
im repppin on the uk on ma back like a rucksack/
u terrible so u vocablary isnt even good enough for wack/
so ill battle u again in heaven wen i die-ill-see-ya/
after this boy u being drippin like di-o-ree-ha/ (wrong spelin)
if this a leuge nigga believe you-last/
u gettin ripped faster than the fat bitch whos sat down to-fast/
nigga retire, cos u the oppisite of the word admire/
i culd giv u gasalene and a lighter u still wouldnt be on fire/
and if u ever do make a record who goin to be consumin/
this muthafucka is fuckin lucky i dont hit women/
so son check out ma lyrical spiritual and crititcal new-powers/
i culd write these punks albums in at least two-hours/
i am the wolve the crook the thug of rap
yall punks will need mo than a bush-attack to push-me-back/
my merical-raps put u on the medical-racks/(hospital bed)
i lyricaly run ya pockets jus like federal-tax/

run hop don't skip what i got while leap like frogs and f them like dogs getting the barrel to clothes our hogs thats cash getting bundles of kinetic mash to up the smash that brash rash being never last come first any less god never made dirt unless a castle throwing dollars for no hastle when come battle i throw the saddle like a horn fit my shoe and you lea4rn its big to fill no holes unless steeping on soles to hold the gravity of froze no slip the track what i permit to desist the sit still like kill over againg and once more thrird no bore encore bravo the show i know did done any come stand one above liker love never down for what just ice and hot chastise the cold eyes and wrathful heart burning gold like pistols fire starts the race in lanes like mate its life a knife cut strife not rope hang tight on yoke that load that goal any similarities oracle foretold walk dash blaze and graze this stuff frees slaves

I put ya words in the water, drown out'cha sound
Take a notebook from your room, bury it in the ground
D-E-F, got that style so profound, kid
With them Mother Love raps, I'm well-round-ed
Put'cha Soundscans up against my words, playa
You couldn't bust a gun with twenty clips and two triggers
Bounce across subjects like Tigga for that A.D.D. suspect
Who gave me the attention span of a dusthead, must get dusted
I remain rusted, cuz y'all wet me a while ago
Waterproof like Ras Kass when I'm rhymin' though
Put ya behind the row, like Suge Knight
If we brought nukes to the cipher, you would try to fistfight
My boy Bergs at the college now, and I wanna spit with Mar
Put a person between you and I, Def's a man apart
I refuse to put away creativity for trendy cars
I'll have cats pledge to me like I'm NPR
Eighteen-bar freestyles, I go two bars past normal
Put you in a tux with my rhymes, so you'll remember to dress formal...

ayo i see u still got it X :D

freestyle eh...

ayo despite my languages, i'll foreva be white n dangerous
constant nightz assailant'z shipped, ta my wife'z baby'z crib
tryin ta act sheist n set flames ta wigz, thats when...
not once but twice my anguish cleansed....
and let's just say..
he would neva see light again like amish kidz..
my stainless hits, like a combined spell from a blue saintness bitch
confused your feelingz for the exotic..conclude da bleeding like i was demonic
better yet a freshly brewed tonic, from my death dealerz aproved concotions


ight that was sum bull shittin ya feel me..

but check it

in my head i got loose screws, ya image i end, n make crews lose
lookin for cherry'z n berry'z like this is bluez clues, ya hata's are foolz who..
knew too few, ta make they own moves they wanted it in they hand with ease like the beanstalk that grew...

aww kinda fallin at the last part...

ayo

fuck me n i leave ya wit a bruised lip, i'll make sure those cement shoe'z fit
then you'll get white wings like cupid, your just a stupid wannabe ruthless,
usin exscuses when people ask ya.. "who made ya toothless,"
you say sum shit that i aint neva made a contribution,
i've made two chick'z sing like ascoustic's, turned i
when my new shit, shootz vexxed, 100 proof text, that'll get ya in he middle
of da sea like cruise ships

due play play dough ply doors and pine moors to soar in a cord to feather string pearls for the better life chief sit in the bull charging the beast the rodeo up set the seat now pants feel the feat of ran and page the dreamer up stage the show the know ledge of pro and long the short a sad song to sing lully bye sang to bring sirens a fool's king on ships of dreams from tower now cower the coward the cow ward still lost trap within the feast of consumption the gumption forest and woods the trees burn good exceopt the fire startt one flare brighter to fly encase the moths aroused to die the death given over to no jest its means not end tripping on no seams no hems let loose on the cream scheme mattress sleep well you guess where fill head with clouds nine times seven dimes five cents and three mints to coin one sow end from begin the count like mount the bronco clown the honcho play the piano and key the stereo for visuals demented in the mention of shadows to light playing treats akin trickery to the imagery

map trains like teeror rains from brains the run off sustains the main of frame built to the fame of maim from kill the skill to out drill the tip the point of inflict that bite slice mince otherwise incite to rage the craze left the mark off the gauge to measure the better of meant what incense to spark to hark leave no witness to the cartograph business of routes and chutes have monkeys in boots playing beaten path for loose like chains making spine be the range to uncoil bend backs like foil crumple they stumble the rest go rumble like wonder lost out from thunder to light charted the bang big on first night of travels like the god his self is leading with the candle to follow in line non saints more divine without the stigma of original sinner fly like planes blanketed pigs that depend on rigs of big trucks anyway the treasure still untouched