Official Freestyle Thread

Punch-lines are traded, traitors hanged by the bay ships//
Wolverine attack methods, x-men out like beast for big chips//
Pirate crew with hooks in ya ribs, shoot-outs before doing bids//
Born with the sick look, iron mic rocker, bloody street crook//
Book of rhymes took, caught a plane to Pittsburg to kill steelers//
Fatatily movement dealer, illuminati, papparazzi, police killer//
Still blue steel packin', Mash out on possee's squealin'//
Feeling righteous, building in ciphers runnin' rhymes like bikers//
Stripes never lost, inner city lifer, jam-rock sniper//
Knightryder writer, noddy head spliff lighter,mortal combat striker//
trifer than trife tha God, body squads under-ground beneath logs//
Put the hog heads in guilotines, fatally flyin' God on the job//
U corn mc's get ate teeth rip through ya cob//
Webs are spun in Charlette,N.C. my prey trapped in em'//

my militant reign explains why i'm still in the game
bust ya brain against the window frame... u feelin the pane?
then step aside son... u need inspiration? then ill provide one
bring ya death like im reppin a stretched hearse... ya ride's come
my tight flows wreck teams with the chaos my text brings
im da future... the unseen... a fuckin psychic's wet dream
test me... be makin moves like an olympian runner
cuz ima cold blooder killer like an amphibian hunter

^ yo, you had some nice ass lines in that verse. I liked the shit about the window pane and the amphibian shit.

beam accuracy, my words stay on point like a red dot
u mean actin b-iotches come get your head shots *blum blum blum*
cast you as an extra, blast u in the chest bruh
no green screen, my cream team aint quiet on the set bruh
this aint no movie, each scene only got 1 take
act bad and have yo momma cryin at her son wake
Scarfacin, car chases, shootout wit the 5-0
action and drama, blastin the lama just to stay alive yo
passion to the last minute, attackin wit 2 guns up
end in a blaze of glory, the life of SHRAP gon get 2 thumbs up
your life gon get played on cable, you fake a fable
im fillin up my plate, yo the weight gon break the table
biological organism made unstable from chemical reactions
whores is givin head, u givin bread or metal gon be blastin
im more deep than a ho hole, creep wit a fo fo
come fuck wit me bro so u can sleep in a dirt hole
jerks fold like paper plates, come to ya party and take yo cake
i drank an eighth, make yo fate, bitch ill break yo faith
u on my dick for the sake of hate, i stick ya bitch
i smash u to rubble, hand u a shovel, ho dig ya ditch
tried to get fly wit it, you made yo bed now lie in it
u was always talkin hell bitch, so now u can fry in it
fuckin wit my spinach im gon plant u in my garden
talkin bout how i whip shit, i cook u and let u harden
poppin off at ya lips bitch, get them shits ripped right off of ya face
have a change of faith like Ma$e when them shots lick off in tha place
i lean wit it rock wit it, put the beam on and pop wit it
betcha cant do it like me, that might be why u on my jock wit it
i been knowin they like me, puttin red holes in ya white T
i beat yo wifey just be the reason u beat off nightly
have u wantin to fight me, lets 1 to 1, naw PSYCHE B
we beat u down, dig yo pockets and snatch off your Nikes

Court case, facin' son of the masked Jason
My tasks blatant, murder with no mac's blazin'
You mind vacant, so vacate the premises
I'm the nemesis, the genesis of evil
Weeble and wobble, drank the whole bottle
Throttle so hard, God'll need a body guard
I swing knucks to stupid fucks, face gets rucked
I bring chucks, looped and tucked, whole place gets snuffed
I'm wing-ed luck, hoop dreams and such, earthquake McGruff
Take a bite outta crime, against me, evidently you mental B
Fundamentally meticulous, ridiculous Ryan Saunders
Quick to bust all lyin' imposters, I'm cryin' preposterous
Rhinocerous nose chargin', hardened 19 year old, still get carded
Shit's retarded when I get started, Wal-Mart beefin' in the aisles
Blue light special, somebody called the Kyle's
My crews fights wreck you, see who's right met you
Nephew of knockin', I ain't rockin' a 4-4, smith and wesson
I'm rockin' the 5-5, my hand game's a blessin'
No stressin' the master of greco-roman wreslin'
I get the best of lesser men, learn ya lesson man
Triathalon flows while blowin' dope up the nose
Chosen child chillin', villain' killin' wit syllables
Exposin' fraud, with head nod, oh Lawd he serial
Seriously sadistic, suddenly go ballistic
Trick shit, to flip shit, I'll roll dolo and fuck the biscuit

last drink fuckerz

chea

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Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69

Court case, facin' son of the masked Jason
My tasks blatant, murder with no mac's blazin'
You mind vacant, so vacate the premises
I'm the nemesis, the genesis of evil
Weeble and wobble, drank the whole bottle
Throttle so hard, God'll need a body guard
I swing knucks to stupid fucks, face gets rucked
I bring chucks, looped and tucked, whole place gets snuffed
I'm wing-ed luck, hoop dreams and such, earthquake McGruff
Take a bite outta crime, against me, evidently you mental B
Fundamentally meticulous, ridiculous Ryan Saunders
Quick to bust all lyin' imposters, I'm cryin' preposterous
Rhinocerous nose chargin', hardened 19 year old, still get carded
Shit's retarded when I get started, Wal-Mart beefin' in the aisles
Blue light special, somebody called the Kyle's
My crews fights wreck you, see who's right met you
Nephew of knockin', I ain't rockin' a 4-4, smith and wesson
I'm rockin' the 5-5, my hand game's a blessin'
No stressin' the master of greco-roman wreslin'
I get the best of lesser men, learn ya lesson man
Triathalon flows while blowin' dope up the nose
Chosen child chillin', villain' killin' wit syllables
Exposin' fraud, with head nod, oh Lawd he serial
Seriously sadistic, suddenly go ballistic
Trick shit, to flip shit, I'll roll dolo and fuck the biscuit

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fuck the biscuit, when i throws fists bitch behold the quickness
cross a mufucka so fast that he drop from motion sickness
these cats've got weight but we can break em for it
red, dread and shrapll drop gates, them snakes abhor it
Acid Phosphate rippin shit, so quick to stick em
have em bitches swimmin in pools of red liquid drippin
im quick to get in it, grab the steel man and its on
have em mufuckas runnin wheelchair marathons
special olympics, this metal'll flip bitchbastids
have families droppin petals on kids caskets
sip vodka, blow fire, the life of a shotta fo hire
one phone call get u caught in a fire
when i go b, itll be like Bodie got shot on The Wire
theyll never take em alive, i run this sumbitch
all black, yeah the clothes match the gun clips
and im bound to break a mufucka face off of one hit

What's up shrap?
Hit a mc's veins with aids infected iv needles//
poison dart sequel coming soon for ya'll to pre-view//
My cerebral's evil, giving rappers verbals lethal injections, in lounge sections in seconds//
Protect ya kneck , from flyin' weapons that'll splatter ya badder than a slug in ya brain//
spark pluggin' the frames of these homo-thugs in the game//
Bringin' pain worse than chinese water torture,
the bloodsport author taught to extort ya//
street educated mic scorcher,freestyle thread torcher//
First there was Johny Blaze, know watch my clavicle transform into a shottie guage//
My platoon surround you gays, as the color of the sky change to grey, as the battle breaks into fatality stage//
Heads get Suge Knight grazed on the iron horse with the force of a nigh-train//
Telling these lames in rhymes there's no comparison..i'm the obeist shit, while you just a shit stain//
i reign water, pistol whippin' news reporters//
Battle a young-buck- shot through his skull, be-hold the holy be-headed slaughter//
Marinated the remains for cannibals//
My killing sea-son tactics remain un-tangible//
i man-handle crews, then i cruise off after lights out, these niggas don't want no pussy like Boy George stuck in a whore house//
The more mouth, the more beatings, i declare war meetings//
I rip shit apart wash the manure of my hands, then chill out for the remainder of the evening//

Acid laced FishSkale, taste a rail, get nailed
To the wall, Psycadelic 8-ball style on the prowl
Kowtow and beg, bow before badasses
We classical classless, brazen bastards
Plasterin' competition, wishin' they go do the same
When Lyrical Seriouness Destroys the frame
Transist into mind change, ya time came
To blow the nosebone, back outta ya dome
When coke rock Shrapnel, contacts membrane
Smoke pot and rattle, those spots 'n them flames
Burn down bridges, breakin' under foot the beasts
Turn coward bitches, bakin' with heat released
Police hatin', criminals the least shaken
Teeth breakin', trachea takin' thist slakin'
No fakin' for these, make ya girl act craven
Oh please, you need to believe, breath wastin'
Bashin' the best patience, playstations your games
shapin' to be warped, short of course to sorts
Cohorts are hortlin', your pig nose chortlin'
Shitbag mud lovin', cousin' of incest lovin'
Get tagged the HUD targetin, release miss-ile
Four knuckles blood garneshin', peep fist files
Riled and wild, the grizzled will leave smile piled and sizzled

Fire's my element of choice, decoy's devestated then destroyed//
Art of war slayer, hell on earth mobs are paranoid//
Grab humanoids feed em' steroids, then send them to destroy the opressors//
Knock on the door police warrant pressure, makes me grab the gat, and clap the aggressive aggresors//
Treasure the shots, black cop blood gets mopped//
smoke my pot crops on the roof-top, smoke-out spot//
Topics enhanced, chinky eyes attract a polluted wisdom in hot pants//
Hit it strapped up, bust a avalanche, then send her home with no advance//
The lab caved in, after-math destroyed food, and clothing//
On the low loathing possesions, in the shelter studying lessons//
Mess in my mind flashes, my frames captive, but the brain can't be washed, or mastered//
Verbal attack master, mehanical writing sun on the run refused to be captured//

Hook
Music's not the same any-more, time to take these wack acts to war//
and for the consumers wasting they pennies, the purchase wasn't worth ya hard earned dollars//

Too many of the same, similar sounding artists in the game//
all They rap bout bitches, cars, and chains//
Intelligence missed their brain, wtf? re-gain common-sense/
Get off that non-sense, gimics, i'm against//
Since O.C. dropped "Word Life" son been nice//
In dreams iv'e stood before Christ, and free-styled twice//
Got props from Sean, for some cats i ghost-write for a low price//
Rock no tats, and no ice, haters think i got no life//
Bruce Lee advice i flow like water drownin' these mice//
My life is real, the ill-dogs i put to sleep at the vet, skip the bill//
Be-hind monitors internet thugs, use keyboards to sound ill//
i laugh givin' a fuck how they feel, we can handle beef with hands, or steel//
I see ya'll still talkin' like thugs, holdin' grudge, bitch-niggas get no love//
Your a "Stan", a.k.a. homo-thug gettin' drunk, the type to get lumps//
Air-head nigga at the gas station gettin' his head pumped//

check the savage, the man VC's back at it
servin crack addicts, doin amounts of damage
my clan is unstoppable we bulldoze your crew
rebuild in the same spot your empire grew
my style will pass on to the next generation
as it gains reputation, for insane elevation
my brain's levetatin, just gettin high off my own rhymes
it's showtime, the whole crowd knows I..
rock the mic harder then a boulder, and you know it
and do it all while your girl is blowin
i'm doin this while listenin to size 'em up
got some weed then you can divide it up
and before you leave you should light it up

your fuckin' rhymes are generic when comparin' to mine/
bet if I robbed you mothafuckas I wouldn't inherit a dime/
barbaric wit nines, designed with a terrorist mind/
plottin' the world's destruction, bustin' at an arian swine/
I'm tearin' ya spine like subzero, mortal kombat fatal strikes/
navel sliced, intestines leakin' out your fuckin' anal pipe/
aim precise, I'm nice wit da desert eags and infra light/
spin the dice and gamble with your infant life, I'm sendin' kites/
to killas up in Panatang, shank you in a blanket party/
turn your thuggish ass into an amish man, you gansta? hardly!/
got beef?, then meet me on the EgWest strip/
pistol whip you for a spliff, you'll git your necklace stripped/
throwin' pimpsmacks to feminists and sexist chicks/
well if you hate men then why you havin' sex with dicks?/
I blessed this shit, for all you corny cocksuckers with no talent/
catch a buck-fifty from a boxcutter, you no challenge!

The mics griped as i come to grips with battle turbulence//
Turn against the system defense, i press raps heavy off the bench//
I strike skin rips, the pen pimp, female mc's asses i pinch//
Street grinch, methods lynch lynchers , and ass-kissers bitch//

Liked that first bar^^ lol

i hit the rhyme switch off , cos it was lit wrong
lyrics split before the neck can say - adams gone
ha ha mad damage im inducin sorta goes against my ethics
but born as an mc , im to forever tempt knowledge wreckless
ketchin headaches cos my thoughts flyin all over the place
spyin on the pens mistakes , but a double agent cos it made the same
eyes blink wen its time to change the frame
my hands rub em' , but the genie flashes the picture just ta' stain

If Honesty's a Virture, then the Ganja Leaf's my Perfume!
Honestly...Vs Truth, This Honest Thief is Fer' Loot!
the Fear Factor? they'll Never have a Cure for Cancer!
Mirror Shattered, Pure Disaster, Where's the Answer??

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Originally Posted by SpOk3N

We Don't give 3 Fawks...The Type to Screw ya Momma

and leave her cock eyed like the Dyke in Futurama
Beyond These, Armies who Start Beef, Promptly
My Sharpie Marks Beats with Artsy Bombing
Make you Bleed from ya Stomach, even Leakin' The blood
Deep in the Mud, while I'm Chillin, just Eatin' a Muffin
Its a Whore I Savor...
This rap games Seinfeld's Apartment...
and I'm Bargin' thru the Door like Kramer
Many Force My Papers, inSide of they Arms
Schools Take it, make you put it in your Binders and Cars
Study Notes, Know the Job that I Carry.
Break Silence Like Alarms Going Off in Libraries
Call me the Mom-Fucker//
Playing Thru these Bitches till i Get to Hit the Spot...the Hip-Hop John Tucker//
I Must Die, Always Causing Havoc on the Streets
Who's Stoppin me? Prodigy?...its Havoc on these Beats
Like a bigot in a School...it's Havoc when i Teach
and the day that i Die is when Havoc is Deceased
Ecstatic in a Peak of the anger I'm Holding Back.
I Feel like i'm the only one who Actually Knows you Wack.
I Guess I'm a Needle in a Haystack.
A Beetle in the Stained Grass.
The Beatles with some Gay Bands.
Kineval in a Safe Land.
Stickin' out more than a Boner With a Broken Zipper
Choking Chickens with their body in a Flowin' River
Committees are Grateful.
That i'm ending all these lives...
turned this town of demons to a City of Angels.
Jesters Battle ya Man...You can't Handle my Hands

You Couldn't Dodge any Hits in a Stratus Sedan.

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LOVE IT SPOKE! GE TON AOL SON WE NEED TO TALK

I rose from bones and ashes of genocide victims,
stabbing hearts of priests preaching false religions,
like pigeons they flock to bread crumbs on pavement,
born enslavement chains and whips used to bare pain,
tore frames like kites dismantled by hurricanes,
down pour of rain... as my fingers dig into strangers flesh,
horrid quest my goal is to inflict death by breaking necks,
solar flex knocked molarless power jabs remove canines,
my movements instate stress I rake flesh and leave scars ....

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Originally Posted by bigben

I rose from bones and ashes of genocide victims,
stabbing hearts of priests preaching false religions,
like pigeons they flock to bread crumbs on pavement,
born enslavement chains and whips used to bare pain,
tore frames like kites dismantled by hurricanes,
down pour of rain... as my fingers dig into strangers flesh,
horrid quest my goal is to inflict death by breaking necks,
solar flex knocked molarless power jabs remove canines,
my movements instate stress I rake flesh and leave scars ....

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AYO..
wattup ma nigga bEN bIG..suspended prickz off micz intended to spit hurrendous../
wattup wit u givin AC mention? bask in presence as I rap quick lessons..../
how WUCORP? since my LAST impression!? MASK vengence as I FLASH sentences../
Relentless revenge..relevant to those reppin relics who spit trash n callin pplz jealous..!.
Zealots covet cuz pelletz bustin thru excellence cover'd in EXCELLENT NUMBERS!!..
IM TELLIN ya BROTHAZ im SWELLIN OTHAZ wit confidence.. u can get out this province kid../
speakin of these harmless nigz who rap garbage n lack proper skill.. to get point across./
son Im blessed like annointed cross..dont get pissed cuz ya joints is soft..str8 moist n all../
noone hoist ya fall..you break bones like royjones punch sumone who take balls insteada puss../
son Im tha dreadest crook..wit tha deadest look..find ya shell in tha BED of BROOKz../
HEADZ just LOOK..when I approach wit tha DEAFEST HOOKS! get LEFT n SHOOK../

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Originally Posted by Aclikyano

AYO..
wattup ma nigga bEN bIG..suspended prickz off micz intended to spit hurrendous../
wattup wit u givin AC mention? bask in presence as I rap quick lessons..../
how WUCORP? since my LAST impression!? MASK vengence as I FLASH sentences../
Relentless revenge..relevant to those reppin relics who spit trash n callin pplz jealous..!.
Zealots covet cuz pelletz bustin thru excellence cover'd in EXCELLENT NUMBERS!!..
IM TELLIN ya BROTHAZ im SWELLIN OTHAZ wit confidence.. u can get out this province kid../
speakin of these harmless nigz who rap garbage n lack proper skill.. to get point across./
son Im blessed like annointed cross..dont get pissed cuz ya joints is soft..str8 moist n all../
noone hoist ya fall..you break bones like royjones punch sumone who take balls insteada puss../
son Im tha dreadest crook..wit tha deadest look..find ya shell in tha BED of BROOKz../
HEADZ just LOOK..when I approach wit tha DEAFEST HOOKS! get LEFT n SHOOK../

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My homie da Terrorist!! dont Care for Shit about being a American!
he'd rather cause a Up-Roar, and Charge Forth with his BroadSword!
half man half Artificial! Out of this World Flow, call it a Martian UFO
P.I.R. Reppin da Best in Text and Audio!! ya'll unheard like the Volume's Low!

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Originally Posted by White N Dangerous

My homie da Terrorist!! dont Care for Shit about being a American!
he'd rather cause a Up-Roar, and Charge Forth with his BroadSword!
half man half Artificial! Out of this World Flow, call it a Martian UFO
P.I.R. Reppin da Best in Text and Audio!! ya'll unheard like the Volume's Low!

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artificial?.. My art will list 2 papers of wack MC turn'd tah vapors../
not burned..just wasted..glok serve nations..but my wordz reverse days kid../
so I can change shit..multiez?..my favorite kinda phrazes..aim, stryke amazin../
thiz ainta game nor type of maze nig.. easy to follow what Im sayin../
Think u ougta kno wether sword or bow my awesome flow will cross n choke!.
toss a rope.. it wont even help ya awFUL throws..Im targetless..a morbid ghost./
orbit those who sorta know AC ILL.. I resort contortin foes to pretzel minds../
bring confusion..one-a-tha-steps of MINE!! get LEFT behind were death can FIND..!
who here exercise?..yall seem like FATTY MCs who breathalize!! so..get it right!.
no action.!. just sentences fly..pretendin it BUY attention you MIND!.................:thumbup:

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Originally Posted by Aclikyano

artificial?.. My art will list 2 papers of wack MC turn'd tah vapors../
not burned..just wasted..glok serve nations..but my wordz reverse days kid../
so I can change shit..multiez?..my favorite kinda phrazes..aim, stryke amazin../
thiz ainta game nor type of maze nig.. easy to follow what Im sayin../
Think u ougta kno wether sword or bow my awesome flow will cross n choke!.
toss a rope.. it wont even help ya awFUL throws..Im targetless..a morbid ghost./
orbit those who sorta know AC ILL.. I resort contortin foes to pretzel minds../
bring confusion..one-a-tha-steps of MINE!! get LEFT behind were death can FIND..!
who here exercise?..yall seem like FATTY MCs who breathalize!! so..get it right!.
no action.!. just sentences fly..pretendin it BUY attention you MIND!.................:thumbup:

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corrupt cold cantankerous casualties commit crime,
scar tissue prime time plastic issues get pined,
inside insects hide scatter when shown light,
content with no life considered a social menace,
goalless with no focus running hard like Jerome Bettis,
snake charm like a Cobra I intoxicate like Guinness,
obliterate nervous systems with Parkisons infected bars,
cause foes to drop jaws cut away the sleepings' eyelids,
random acts of violence theres a method to my madness,
knives brandished I disembowel competitors like fish guts,
When famish I Chew on scrap metal and spit rust,
breathe lust face fuck whores til they sneeze cum,
dreams drum sluts use pillows once the knees numb

Some get vexed at the complex hidden in the simple
Like still water before the thrown rocks make it ripple
Triple-play wash away what was thought a winning way
Easy to claim brain power, harder to put it on display
Thinkin the veterans getting played while the beat makes you sway?
Mumblin bullshit with no reals thoughts to be conveyed
Just recycled verbiage rehashed and regurgitated
Foolin yourself thinkin thats qualty being demonstrated
When I straight dead demons,
Torpedo the hulls of ships carrying diseased seamen
Souls screamin as they leavin their earthly confines
I blow up the scenary like Bob Ross on a landmine
Thrownin subliminal darts like it'd take a hundred years to catch
When it's more like trained dogs with a frisbee playin fetch
You ain't got the arm to throw it outta my reach
I hit the pads of paper like Allied forces on Normandy Beach

Gangsters dyin' over a para-dise in streets//
Pave-ment littered with parts from shot bodies//
Shotties confiscated by patrons, hood life's R-rated//
Harder to make it with-out parential guidance//
So shorties become tyrants, tuck-in' hot iron//
Cubs that grow to be-come lion-hearted lions//
Lyin', dyin', derelicts, blood-poisoned by government experiments//
Experience early deaths, emotions like the Pac tat heart-less//
Readers digest the bars, slaves rockin' chains//
Uncle Tom stars, forget their up-bringing, and splurge on blingin'//
King-dome come women sippin' semen, American dreamin'//
Niggas turned-out by demons, doing deeds de-meaning//
the meaning of life seeming living isn't for everyone//
No-one's safe from trials, and tribulations//
Time's racing, were aging like Reagun//
The young generation see's sex as as fascanation//
The facts aren't fazing, they wanna-be stars gazing//
My days on this earth change on realization//
Continue to blaze on those haters shaken//
Handle buisness situations making my name known//
Phone conversations tapped, my spots blown//
In a cell alone con-fined, no more dimes, and fine wine//
Wish i could re-fine time, but fell to the same spells every-time//
my sin being born a dark-man, only crime was tryin' to shine//
Light on the blind, fuck the lime-light, i stay under-ground//
Pound-in my way to the surface to fight, day n' night//
a true night making moves like race cars, the great God//
Down-loading ya brains info, the living, breathing i-pod//
Both eyes saw the ending, mind-bending destruction//
Revolution snake life reduction, the last days of corrupt corruption//

Flight time above sky-scrapers, writing high height murder lines//
Burning dime sacks wit dimes, hit the dutch one time//
Street criminal minded emcee, not tryin' to see time confined//
My wisdom's fine, fruit of my eyes, other chics fall on me like leaves//
She'll never leave, real hair no weave, true beauty indeed//
other women in line, trying to get the number of my wives to 9//
Cancer sign, the bars are can-cerous, in the club dancing//
Lust-ful, avoiding blunts laced with dust//
Get ya head bust, trying to pass woolies to us//
my squad crush contenders, and former traitor members//
Remember the ill-matic days, basket-ball court games when niggas sprayed//
Either run or be-come prey, back then we were crazy paid//
Gold chain, peace diamond stutted grenade like Nore//
Used to stick Corey, and spend the cake on Tims//
Every-day indulgin in sin, player playin' to win//
Know i send kites, and flicks to locked down friends//

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My Freestyle Practice.. I Have None.. > At Least Right Now.. >> Hand Claps.; Clapping.. A Short Mexican.. Petite.. > Over Me An 8th Street Latina... >> What I Go For.. Colombianas.. > Light Skin Skinny .. Into Skirts.. A Pretty Face.. Pretty Faces.. >>every Body Has A Twin.. A Double.. So... I Say Mexicans.. Because.. The Body Types.. In The World Are Infinite.;.. > Just Like Me I Guess .. I May Look .. I Look Like Some One Else ... >>girls My Eyes I Think My Eyes.. Are Alright.. > And Face.. > Im Dark .. I Have Brown Skin.. Timberland Back Packs... Timberland Sweaters. ...what Type Of Timbs.. Should I Buy .. Should I Get Next... Should I Buy Should I Purchase.. In Denim Or Air Force Ones>>>white And Black Pinstripes >>> My L.a. Hat >>>who Needs > I Need A Fade>>>rhythm To Those Like Those << To A Hotel An Argument .. I Cant ... I Cant Do This >> At The Moment In This Moment.. . < Im Going Through Sum Shit.. >> Like I Actually Thought I Was With >> Calientita.. Morenita... Una Bonita..>> Una Chavala... Una Muchacha >> Fue Especial.. Se Portaba Bien.. Yo Me Portaba Bien Con Ella ...im Walking On Florence... >> Over The Bridge.. But I Actually Want To Go To The Bottom.. >> To See Some Glass Some Sunlight.. > I Just Want To Go.. I Want To Be Alone.. The Freeway To My Left.. To My Straight.... >> Super Market Carts.. Let's Go Drive Around.. Lets.. Go Walk.. >> I'll Hold It.. I Hate Walking .. > When We Used To Walk.. > I Would.. < Perspiration... >< Home... 58 46 In A 1/2 // I Would Close The Door.. > Empty The Bags.. Turn On The T.v.. >> I Would Take The Cart To The Front.. < They Used To Come.. They Would Pick Them Up .. They Would Take Them.. >>>>tuna Sandwiches.. And.. Food /// Dinner ..// Lunch // Dinner.. >>food ... >> I Love This Cooking.. <<< Look Mom ... A Spider.. <<, Okay.. Im Sorry.. >> I'll Throw It Away.. >> Hi Dad// <<< Im Going To Go Outside.. ..bye.. Ah Man Why.. >>> Damn.. >> I Used To Get Hit.. I Would Get Beat.. >> But Not Listening,. To Beats.. > Learning To Cuss. No Cussing... I Had Good Manners.. I Learned From The Best.. >>> Hip Hop Is This .. Hip Hop Is Me .. Universal.. ... Cheetos ..


IT STARTED AS A ONE LINE RHYME.. >> BUT THEN IT TURNED INTO A FREESTYLE.. EVEN THOUGH IT DIDNT SEEM LIKE IT 2 ME.. I COULD NT CATCH THE RHYTHM.. >> AT FIRST.. BUT THEN THIS WAS WHAT CAME OUT.. AND IT MEANS SOMETHING. >> MY THOUGHTS.. > WHAT IM GOING THROUGH.. > IT MEANS EVERY THING.. THESE ARE THE NEWEST STAGES. OF ME.. > AS A PERSON .. AS AN M C.. >> I HAVENT WRITTEN .. OR FREESTYLE. IN ABOUT 3 DAYS. > SO U GUYS. ARE .. WITNESSING.. > MY FREEZE AND METHS. { I HATE GLASS } TWEAK SHIT WHAT EVER U WANT 2 CALL IT . } IT GOES SOMETHING LIKE THIS.. >> SO DONT ASK .. I GOT THAT ONCE. " THAT IS LAME. " ISNT THIS ON THE OTHER PAGE.. " " U COULD NT THINK OF SOMETHING. " UR LAME UR SORRY " IF U FEEL LIKE THIS THEN SORRY BUT .. ITS COOL I AINT TRIPPING. > I GOT MORE. >. MORE OF EVERY THING. JUST LIKE BALL. > IF NOT TODAY .. TOMORROW .. OR A DIME HERE A BRICK HERE....

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Originally Posted by bigben

corrupt cold cantankerous casualties commit crime,
scar tissue prime time plastic issues get pined,
inside insects hide scatter when shown light,
content with no life considered a social menace,
goalless with no focus running hard like Jerome Bettis,
snake charm like a Cobra I intoxicate like Guinness,
obliterate nervous systems with Parkisons infected bars,
cause foes to drop jaws cut away the sleepings' eyelids,
random acts of violence theres a method to my madness,
knives brandished I disembowel competitors like fish guts,
When famish I Chew on scrap metal and spit rust,
breathe lust face fuck whores til they sneeze cum,
dreams drum sluts use pillows once the knees numb

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we Leave Enemies Obsolete if they Want to Beef! Shocked like
Willy Wonka Candy Treats! Armed n Dangerous like a Squad of Arabic's
causin Havoc like Hieratic's! Been Big like Big Ben's Mental Vibrations!
Retinal's Dilated, cuz me and him in the Temple is Special Yo...
like Sentinel's that Digest Professionals, kickin earth's rotation off it's Pedistal!
inevitable!! impenetrable Bullet Proof Vest from our Head to Toe!
Lever Pulled or Better Yet two Heads our Better Then any Decimal of Flesh n Bones!!

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Originally Posted by White N Dangerous

we Leave Enemies Obsolete if they Want to Beef! Shocked like
Willy Wonka Candy Treats! Armed n Dangerous like a Squad of Arabic's
causin Havoc like Hieratic's! Been Big like Big Ben's Mental Vibrations!
Retinal's Dilated, cuz me and him in the Temple is Special Yo...
like Sentinel's that Digest Professionals, kickin earth's rotation off it's Pedistal!
inevitable!! impenetrable Bullet Proof Vest from our Head to Toe!
Lever Pulled or Better Yet two Heads our Better Then any Decimal of Flesh n Bones!!

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The twilight zone zombies, armies from the tomb-stones//
Born to be wild stone, rollin' Marley bones//
Homes poverty, Praise the God, ghetto's scorchin', high degrees//
Fly to see heaven, with reverend's saying i have no authority//
To cast demons from bodies, put dreamer's in a cast wit the shottie//
Been shittin' on mc's before i was potty-trained//
For the bills son, even Cosby's slain once i show aim//

Mass cast magician missles, never missin'
Blast fast submission rituals, clever pissin'
I task cats fission spirituals, lever switchin'
Changin' pitchin', dancin' ambition
Gangs of victims, hiccup burp emission
Alcohol figurettes, menthol cigarettes
Breath stinkin' of booze, choose to lose
Next thinkin' of who's, watch to take
Crotch to break, roundhouse kick to dick
Sick mick prick on some Slick Rick shit
Quick fix this or bitch get the fist kiss
Backhand back alley stompin'
Madman crack, Wally rompin'
Not from Compton or NY, go figure
Spot is bombin', plenty die grave digga
Ale pales in comparison, to hard I be scarin dem
Jack Daniels my man, steroid cocker spaniel
Act randalous ruckus, fuck us kick the bucket
Pass the ducket, dutches got fuckers on crutches
Slouches hold down couches, while I'm out and about
Cancer stick in mouth, shout obscenities
Plenty these, please I need amenities
Friend-lys fire on Hobbit shire, retire your mire
Rotate tire squeelin', feelin' like I'm about to hit ceilin'
Rooftop super nova, roll over any other composer

i guess for now my live style gotta suffice for this dyke crowd
only if my mic was a little louder , wait maybe if i put it to their mouths
n tell em' to make a munchin sound it will awaken the hole town
but of course careful not to bite , cos they copied so much
the paper i write my raps on , is only seen by x rays in a blacklight fog
but now its over...like its the last time from them i get a call
cool...and i didnt even have to return to the place where i borrowed dis song

lol

short stackin like dog pilen gary colmen hoe
cant let it go that bitch gon work some mo
slap her in her fuckin face stretch her tittys
punch a bitch in the nose infront of her momma and the city
then slice her fuckin neck open with a stilletto
blood spillage and organs on the surface of your fuckin ghetto
i'm unREAL BOY and i MADE it so call me geppetto
basic torturings dragged out with hot spoons and razors
as soon as a psyko hop calm im down with a taser
i'm lookin through door slit in a straight jacket
feedin me alll sorts of tablets from BLACK packets
i tear fuckin dandelions up from the ground and i smoke it
poison ivy aint lively dont even poke it gettin all high and puffy
playing fucken video games while gettin a fucken buffy
snuffy snatch shit out of your hand with no consent
i rather punch you in the mouth then get on my knees and repent
but she could get on her knees and "repent" to the dills
cum splattered all over her facial window sill
and thats fucken foreal and call ur mans up too
and i'll give him the fucken video so he could see me fuck you
spiderman flying from buildings flying to sky ceilings
i try to escape but the snow globe's walls keep us sealed in

Building til' my last heart-beat, and coffin worms feast on my dark meat//
Underground corpse ressurected, re-untied with my fleet..
Elite lyricists, deeper than the number of pits in ghetto's//
I'm higher than heels, and un-paid bills, too ill to settle down..
Shake towns, when the flow whirl-winds, i'm for the chil-dren//
Army killer, in the barracks with my infantry out-side swarmin'..
Callin' allies to rise, as we connect to dis-infect spies//
Snakes get nuetrilized, in the midst of battle paralized..
My reps socialize, and improvise, and my advisors advise//
With visors to pro-tect our eyes once the sun- rise..
I'm young, wise, doing the know-ledge like my wisdom//
Degrees got my 3rd eye open like a window in the summer, my thoughts are missles//

Yo, a dime bag, with alittle coke, is what that rhyme had
Before i smoked the track, alittle toke, now my mind's mad
Cracked a girl's spine, wit a brittle poke, felt that middle "yolk"
I can get "played" for hours, still no girl can make my whiddle blow
Look right there in the middle row, bra they cappin on you
They said u "eat out" love'in "crunches", and now the "captian's" on you
Sudden punches, this dude's dumb, take'in on a crowd
Like my crew'll jump in, nope, now he shake'in on da ground
In my hometown, we had little battles in the park
Until the cops wit the chains came, that rattled in the dark
Caught then tattled, u'd get sparked, naw just left unconcious
Pussy niggas, instead of gettin back, they be cryin on they mom's chest
Then when they get out the hood, they wanna throw bomb threats
But i do guns like b-balls, before i "spray a shot", i palm techs
Yo mom's next, just bullshit'in, over the page of good writtens
From murder stories to battle verses, then back to hood whippins
Alotta netcee's never write realisticly,
Thinkin their streched out lines, wit no substance is diss'in me
Listen B, i write rappable bars, wit real beat flows
Weak verse vests get burnt, when the steel's heat blows
Yo, and if those mc's rock the mic, then i earthquake shake it
Son, if you wanna copy real style, when u see the dirt break trace it
And copy the ill lines, but no worries here, u still won't kill mine's
Cuz when i really drop some jewels, its enough to fill mines (gold mines)

Not aimed at anybody^^^

Take ya brain on a cruise, rock a hard-hat so ya scalp won't get bruised..
From the impact, that'll cave ya chest-in less than 10 second contact..
In combat ya face is the target of my long slap..
React cowardly, never me i let em' see my velocity in every city..
Pity.. i show none, humble one, as a seed son was trouble-some..
Poppin' coochies like bubblegum..everyday on the run..
Murdered ciphers to be-come one of the illest servin' em'..
Sincere vocals, from a focal point that many feared..
Power-ful like steer, steering wheels to the show..
In a steel caged match, my wrath displayed a layed contender t.k.o.
Gettin' money illegal, that was the past..
Legit cash, trees, and ass while a beat blasts, spliff's i passed..
And when a mic is grasped, i got shit locked, raps cocked go smash..
Never craft trash, i thrash, a grand-master like flash..
Walk slow n' flow fast, lyrics in motion like a belly dancer's ass..
Throw on my mask, ready to mash n' bash, blast n' bang..
Wizard slang king, mc's are the offering i bring..
Dead or a-live, your time to die is near as you succumb from stings..
Your out of this world , as the fat lady sings..
What up Prez ? your Fam, i'm out to purchase acres of land..
Writing more jams than guns that jammed..

Sticking to fam stay away from eating ham
Ducking conspiracy plots planted by Uncle Sam
Who's the man ?
In a marathon pass me the baton in zero gravity weighing a ton
In the skies or between eyes they call me son
The enemy is won like the world is one
Universal with no rehearsal foes get to dispersal
My train of thought is forceful originally resourceful
Emptiness within forms beneath like worms or books inside college dorms
Competition by the swarms keeps the temperature warm
But my grades remain above the Norm and they stay frozen like up North
Plus time continually moves forth

... Ritual swivel from the Unnamable, click pops with the unstopable... Word of the shape-shifter... You heard god, the battle is 1... Babble topples, the devil wants your souls... Halt, crushing-landing barages... pentagonal dodecahedron... thump of the catapult, swinging fire balls... Anger and desire from the demon revolt, smoldering lying pit... the vanquished way of illusion is lucifer, bower to the power of God... fuck the crucifier, total war-fucker... instruct from the Creator... What? ... Fuck War!!! I Declair Victory!!!!!! Supreme God World Master Deity... The hidden ministry...

damn man that was intense^^

from intense to calm , got them on the fence
hangin by an arm , only then i sense
the bombs about to blow , thats right about wen
i strong-armed the flow , disarmed the alarm wit a weak code
damn near took me 7 days , cos there the beat couldnt go
heres the needle , just inject a little coke
ya mind flat spinnin on the table , its ur turn to zone
pokin holes in milk cartons , so them cats can escape n make it home
but dont cry if they spill they soul all over themselves
i guess now only bullets can tempt it to go back in.....well
for that i got the perfect gun , a little off in aim if ya dont noe
who to shoot on , just make sure u circle the target do a 180 and load
then boom.....you gone

gone like my head on some indo shit
open up ya head on ya window bitch
yup yup lil ho leave ya brain on the glass
scratch em off, one less pain in da ass
givin hoes pain in da ass, makin my cash
ya actin tough but u just playin to get blast
as for me im just im givin what ya ask
n.e.l. no ho, fo fo spittin on ya ass
bounce to the rhythm of the lead man
leavin u eatin food thru a tube and shittin in a bed pan