Official Freestyle Thread

This rap cat wants to act/
like he's deadpool/
i'm a weapon-x project/
invade your project/
awake after yearz of lay'n dormint/like/
the black wisdom dragon/
my boricua killabeez/lay hidden deep up in the/canvis/
you can't fuck wit the futuristic weaponz that i brandish/
i'll burn you/wit the dragon fire/freelance lyrical assassin/for hire/
take everything you got to dishout and keep comin at yah like/michael myerz/
like if it wer halloween/
slam a machete up side your cranium like/jason vorkeyz
look me in the eyez don't try to ignore me/
i'm dangerously tan/run your ass over wit the a-team van/like mister t./what you talkin about suckah/you like the white kid from the/spank the monkey/movie/the one who got a/blowjob/from his own mother/
this super m.c./just destroyed the ego of another

post traumatic you can't hack it so you try n jack it
i rapidly firing off dart cut cha into shards with nothing but ill barbs/
you don't got the negrodamus
to spit introspective like you nastradamus/
broke brains, took names wrote down those words in death notes
made them ineligable quotes so when i spoke they were riddles that ridded the world of these wack, baddies that don't nothing but suck at the power tit/
i'm an angel with a dirty face
spray you in the face with a can of mace/
thinking you mason betha
when you can't even get a hoe to shake her tail feather/
feaver spit wickedly i'm a believer seen darts
i'm THE U-N or U Out type of lyricist/
spearment gum on the pegus megatron tank rolling shit speak your mind your not starscream all the time just a dummy in disguise/
get cha kings straight your jacks can't match my queens, aces coupled with flushes from straight to royal we toil in trouble when the section symbol shuttles we rumble/

1st verse in a while

smoking hy-dro
with no hype though
I'm all about the sickness
never reading any writtens
I'm too crazy to be singled out
all these radio rappers gonna fizzle out
I'm too nice handing out a beating
foes be fleeing from me emceeing
and best believe I'm defeating
tossing sweet rappers like trick or treating

The earth rotates/360 degreez/
the sun/moon/and starz/
for/the god/goddess/
and there seeds/
how does it feel/to/
be/a/
21 st.century/hiip-hop/m.c./
waddah up/g.o.d./
what's the science/4/today
on the strength of/g.o.d/
how's life treating/
the lord of the killa beez/
warriorz wu/
next generation/
wu-tang/m.c.'s/on some/
futuristic/hip-hop melody

solid slammer golden gift grammar manhandle manner
your vibes bribes got you jacked whacked with a hammer
Open sesame the streets never stressing me
Mentally mechanical award my earth with U.S. treasury
tape the battle horse style jockey saddle
Snake with a cocky rattle designed to tattle
Mics i microwave and pests laid to rest with strays
Limited reflexes when body are bathed with slugs from ak's
Know who's the winner to eat your dinners minus the tray's

Chicks who contradict/lord hza/
end up/lesbianz and shit/
end up/liken clits/instead of suck'n on the/
dick/i'm powerful as shit/i rock/
allah ringz/
your head 360 spins/i'm striken wit the force of/hellz wind/
yo/yo/yo/
lady wu/you can't fuck wit my stamina/
36 timez i'm straight stabbin her/spanish meth/
the pain bringahz/the one who ain't scared to call a/
black supremist/nigga/down to make for figgahz/
fingerz designed to pull triggerz/hard liquerz/destroy/
liverz/bodiez start to shiver/the so called hardest/is the first to start to/quiver run and turn tail/
stick to writing/urban fairy talez

Caguas killah indian/
run up in your settlement/
slam your kid against the hardest rock/
till i hear scah plat/
bitch/to a poorman/i'm filthy fuck'n rich

are you boricua wu-tang mamacita?
got any naked pictures of you lay'n around?
hhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?
well do you?

fuck this shit i WANNA BATTLE MAGANI AND DRUNKEN MONK ON SOME TAG TEAM SHIT
I CHOOSE SKAM POPE AS MY PARTNER

All my niggaz were you at in the back in the front
boricua killa beez on thee
attack

niggas is dyin to live like the giants anikims
well let them pledge allegiance 2 somethin other then the real wu fam
get em hit like crash dummys take the money let the blood drip
enough reality like maury povich my trigger finger never itch
blast desert eagles like the shits easy
1000 push ups a day keep my wrist from goin limpy
151 rum drinker monk with 6 dots thought thinker
eat smoke sleep live with the chi
the technique downloadable for your mp3s
yea i walk thru the valley of death fearin none
cuz im the baddest 1 in there since micheal died
im the new king of pop ppk blaster
catch comin thru your hoods and area face on the poster
justice affiliated with the nra like the persians and pompeii
drunk shadow boxer finger jabs and tiger blocks
dragon upper cuts knock contenders out the socks
wu said prepare for mic fights and cold war
nigga aint listenin dressin like strippers in 500 colors
and gettin emo like al b. sure i read the memo slaughter house
nigga think rap is dyin its ok ill apear like the burnin bush
gatherin troops train recruits takin hits of the papa kush
look stop comin 2 battles like you menstration and get to murderin foes like
the kennedy administration

Yo yo/
as you walk through /the valley of the shadow of def/
you shall fear all evilz/def valley def dealerz/
welcome 2 defrock/the sequel/
broadcasting live from/def island/
another def jam/
a monstar from space jam/sandwitch jelly jamz/fuck up your whole program/
pigz are scared of us cause they we know we/
devour ham/blood of sam/comin at ya like the son of sam/
just because my peoplez don't give a dam about you or your fam/posse/click/crew/unit/or clan
this m.c. Never failed to plan/
it's/wu-dang/god dam/i'm the man wit the mastah plan/
blue prints and the 8 diagrams/it's the year 2008/did you forget/
to check your diafram

Quote:

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Originally Posted by HZA HECTOR

fuck this shit i WANNA BATTLE MAGANI AND DRUNKEN MONK ON SOME TAG TEAM SHIT
I CHOOSE SKAM POPE AS MY PARTNER

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First you want to battle me, then you don't consider me an MC, so you won't battle me, now you want to battle me again??? How about this- put some shit on wax. Any fool can sit in front of a keyboard and make shit up, sometimes even sounding half decent (though your internet 'freestyles' don't even meet that simple standard), but only a rapper can rap. Are you a ghostwriter, or a rapper? Can you really control the mic like an MC supposed to? How is your delivery? Do you sound as incompetent as you are illiterate? Naw bro, battling me might raise your status too much, even after you lose...

hahaha
its palehorse, binging duh truth with the light force
you fakes soft,im destroying evil and its farce
the real get props you fakes get demolished by my thoughts
so fuck off

This is for drunkenmonk/mangani/and dusk

(dunken dragon fist)
strike you wit the/dragon fire/
tattoo needlez/
attached to metal/machanical electrical enginez and wirez/
it's like being bitten by the fangs of a/posiones/king cobra/
or/venomous vipah/nu jeruz/
zu ninjaz/5 foot hypah snipah/got you wear'n/
dipahz again/never again/
my dear friends will i be shitted on again/this lyrical kung-fu mastah/
ain't scared 2 text battle/
got you shitten on your self again/fuck wit the contenderz/
that/the destineyz/send/what the fuck do you desire/royal king/
lord/survivor