Official Freestyle Thread

aye yo,

the contraband contra con
Conducting counter attacks on cats wit fire-arms
Iron armed iron-man, silver surfing for the grands
Silver-rings glimmer, off the sun's reflection(blam)
Eminem eating Stan, cool as the fan
Earth-slam fanatic, inspector wit the murder gadget
Gutting faggots, Dr. savage living lavish
Stab hits got me established
Doing cab hits wit rauchets
Slap a nigga like tennis rackets slap tennis balls
Another menace mauled at the mall
Ya'll vulnerable vernim stay burning like hair perming
As i'm learning new ways to money earning
My rims turning on the lac, king witta strap
Drive-way drive-thru's bustin' a mac for cheese
Black burner clutching clutcher cripples ya league
Haters leave shot, buddy i bloody parking lots
The great scott guzzling pimp pummeling shrimp
Hands handle gatlings, keep the skull fractures cracking
Ya'll actors i act up wit the shank shankin' ya back ends

When I rhyme, I seldom spit at 300 words per minute
Such speeds cause head trauma and the damage is permanent
Like a perm and a tint, you gotta wait and let this set in
It won't cause Armageddon, but it'll crash ya plane like Otis Redding
I came to tell my brethren how to type and avoid writer's block
But nothin's comin' off tha top, fuck it, I guess I'ma stop

BLack Sun smashes Mainframes and lame brains
erupts pain from the insane these bars contain
Acid REIGN ninja finisha cut your gonads
While i drop Guns and bombs from Baghdad
you rap like sad fags that get mad over trivial fads
they cant keep up wit i snuff bitch
and i puff shit like im dumb rich
and when the click needs a soldier i dump clips
we roll as one bust are guns for fun
and leave niggas wit punctured lungs
aiyo i seen that bitch you wit i funked her once
stupid cunts get erased (erasid)
cuz u standin on trial for court cases
The Grave got ghosts and liches
And we bust snitches

the contraband contra con
Conducting counter attacks on cats wit fire-arms
Iron armed iron-man, silver surfing for the grands
Silver-rings glimmer, off the sun's reflection(blam)
Eminem eating Stan, cool as the fan
Earth-slam fanatic, inspector wit the murder gadget
Gutting faggots, Dr. savage living lavish
Stab hits got me established
Doing cab hits wit rauchets
Slap a nigga like tennis rackets slap tennis balls
Another menace mauled at the mall
Ya'll vulnerable vernim stay burning like hair perming
As i'm learning new ways to money earning
My rims turning on the lac, king witta strap
Drive-way drive-thru's bustin' a mac for cheese
Black burner clutching clutcher cripples ya league
Haters leave shot, buddy i bloody parking lots
The great scott guzzling pimp pummeling shrimp
Hands handle gatlings, keep the skull fractures cracking
Ya'll actors i act up wit the shank shankin' ya back ends

This is sum of the best rhyme schemes/flows i've read on this site ever.

in the studio we make it hot you feel it as soon as you step thru the door
its like steppin on coal, im nice but ill slice you if you breakin my balls
yo i bust on the rap scene like the Hulk runnin' straight'n'breakin down walls
quality's based on perception, perception has bias, bias aint a fact
if your perception of my quality has a negative bias i get ya skull cracked, man
its a matter of fact
yo treazon'll hit you wit a sick ritual of syllables to leave you pittiful
all i gotta do is give a wink towards the sky to get rid'a'you
kidnapped by aliens to teach you that when playin wit fire, gettin burned is habitual
then show you the 2 million year old underground human sacrfice citadel
where phony rappers are hung, quartered and burned
ashes thrown in all 4 oceans to ensure they never return
cuz lieing on the mic is blasphemous, but will they ever learn?


just wrote that up quick to no beat the flow might be hard to pick up

Good looking Hitman on the feed!

Beware of charges from the charger
Prepare to run flee the border, b4 the slaughter begins
Seeing my enemies through the lens
Shots i send end the beef, it's all good grief
Slugs through the fleece of every member of ya fleet
Meet ya maker faker, hated to get hit by a hater
No deal negotiator, ya bitch is gross you ate her
When i jizzed in the stink-box, that's what u tasted
Still embraced it, stick u with tools
Ya money to my hands pasted
On the night-shift, my knife shifts through flesh
Deadly rhyme-fests, in these festivities i'm a cannibal chef
The ref ruling the reps, every inning victor
Additude Soprano like, Good-fella for life
Rats get found on they back
Face erased from shottie impact

You ain’t fucking wit the Mr. Technographics
Make them shit more than just hieroglyphics and Asiatics/
I keep’s it very Blastmatic without all them cosmetics
Now you trying to be ecstatic my shit be strangling you
Without hanging you out to dry with now where to fly/
My spit be sporadic often called the coffin dead exhausted
Flows that foster flows of unaired bud that’s nothing but soap suds/
You’s “GARBAGE” never “CLASSIC” my shit never bends and contracts
So don’t call me plastic, elastic just a master wit it/
Giving e’m silver bullets blades be chastised ever present lines
Be delivered right through ya spine up to ya mind/
I grind heartless cold and sharp as surgical knife
Ready to cut through flesh without a detail missed/
Kiss my ass if you want current events
I dent heads like Saturn’s and Hyundai’s/
You ain’t blowing no wind we ain’t in Bombay
My spit be venomous electric wit kinetic energy in it/
Enter the dragon bagging the starlets without no red carpets
I jib jab these sparks wit multiple darts within it/
Given more scripts analyze this like Billy Crystal
I Robert DeNeiro emcees without trying to be/
Flip ya wig I give e’m the stuffing like a pig
Just getting ya used to the sensation intimate creation verbalize lines
Without proper crimes I still grind like boards off the handle/
Still can’t hold a candle to these beats, rhymes and life
I handle wit some much ease you blow away like the wind/

Every boards smashed, expert chess moves in the clash
Hit the masses with the impact of 2 plane crashes
Lords return to the earth as ashes, i'm a-the-matic
No static, demonic never democratic
Mc's who speak in-directly feel my sem-automatic
Frame tatted with buckshots, production assasin jugganaught
Taught to sword-swing by noone except I
3rd eye will create a nuclear explosion once i die
Ya life's a lie, i'm the truth,undisputed n the vocal booth
Stomp ya troops, leave one survivor for living proof
Fuck a bullet-proof vest, bust ya head, brains flying
Left ya caucas in the mountains, murderous rhyme stylin'
Heart of a lion, speed of a snake, testings a fatal mis-take
Backs i break like beats, unbeatable techniques

Hey-yo..

It's Covert Lyricist, a lyrical beast,
That's why you back off when you see me on the streets,
I'm the only rapper that you don't wanna meet.

Aka Lyrical Criminal, you don't wanna fight,
I'm freestylin' but I'm mean when I write,
Ya'll take notes when I'm seen on the mike

Yeah that's C.O.V,
One day ya gonna see me
On ya TV
The one with all the platinum CDs!

I don't care if you got issues,
I aint afraid to diss you,
make my feelings clear like crystal

You MC wannabes want rhymes like me
Covert Lyricist, that's C.O.V
The best there is the best there ever will be
You know I aint afraid to embarrass MCs,
on the mike..

The real rappers, know exactly what I'm like,
You know that I hate Garage MC types,
I get the crowd jumpin' and build the hype
My heart so cold my rhyme'll give you frost bite,
Cant control the fists, never had a lost fight
Don't test me, yo, I'm the boss, right?

Yo I aint into battlin' but try and murk me!
I'm better than you bitches an' I'm only thirteen
Don't even try me, 'cause you'll get hurt, B
Ya'll bitch-made punks never any ya'll hurt me
Someone post something that'll make me wanna look
You spit 2 barz an' look how long it took, what now!?

I'm an upcoming poet, grimer, hot-rap rhymer - you better start believing
Spit ya shit, bitch ya shit. Just stop breathing
I had many lyrics from before I teething!
I'm getting kinda bored so I'm about to finish
13 year old rapper, never jack lyrics
Take the advice, 'cause I know ya'll mimics..

Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

"i aint into battelin" thats what this sly kat said
he dont want retaliation so he spits in the freestyle thread
your "keys" i read, mental outcome be like fleas on bed
they iritate and dicentigrate under the heat of verbal lead
judge dread smudge your "pen dead" red, men get fed
like a dude running in a cloud of locusts as he sped
you aint robust my friend, the only platium youll be holdin
be melding in your skin as the iron soldar be smoulding
we got rappers here that would leave bob marley choking
before his spliff startin boatin, your guitar riff raps rock rusty
and musty, dusty and soaking in katanas linguistic "owning"

And there was me thinking ya barz was just babbling
I know I aint good enough for battling
What's happening!?
But seriously, that shit you just spit was embarrassing
Dunno what you trying, you aint no rapper, nor MC
Ya rhymes are like a sports-bra, literally em-pty
I'll lyrically hurt you, you're like "you can't physically mend-me"
Yet ya still hurting, man really - who is this bitch?
Ya shit looked like a diss, man you lucky I didn't flip
Don't reply, take a hint - is that enough of a tip?
What can I say, you're like a fake Vanilla Ice, just less talent
I'll slap you up, leave ya face half gone and leave the building before it comes apparent
You act like you got platinum, we all know you haven't
Don't post back, you just can't manage (pronounce man-ij)
Ya rhymes are like a dead wolverine, just more rabid.

What!?

^^^^^lmfao

Humorous humanitarian, a.k.a. the beef trashing vegetarian
Look rugged like R.A. a book-worm librarian
Telling me to hush, her cheeks were powder puffed
Told her to deep-throat this dick
You cream catching slut, she went nuts
Called somebody up, Tony Soprano type
Invited me out-side to fight, thought it was hype
I'm duckin' lefts, and rights feeling impatient
Tripped him up, he landed on his face, police on location
Brought to the station, spent 3 days in confinement
Urine smelling climate, Eventually the time went
And i got personal recogniance

damnation upon an mc/who tries to battle annunaki/
i'm omni god of war/rippin off the wings of those who soar/
the eagle neva lands/i back hand whores/
i'm raw got the adtiminium jaw/i smash heads wit blunted melee weapons/
you dont want a brawl/but i aint suggestin/
i meditate at the serpent taverns/entangle you within the caverns/
i'm slashin with da double falchions/
straight out of shaolin/got more buda then/soiders that we bless/
trees ninjas hiddin in the leaves/
poisin tip darts like longshot somehow i hit my marks/