Official Freestyle Thread

19 bars...no Sicka, not prewritten lol. And I didn't time myself. I typed it as it came off the dome. Enjoy!

Contageous Specialist comin at ya
Observe the deadly stature
Even with a camera, my style is somethin you could not capture
85's should listen closely to the verbal raptures
Might learn something, my shit gets pumping
Like water from a well that came from 139,685,000 square miles of oceans, my knowledge comes from within
My rhyme style's called Mind Control
Step against me and I stop you like highway patrol
I travel at you at 1,120 feet per second
That's the speed of sound, flippin ya mind, check it
Got many alter ego's; Contageous Specialist, Soul Controller and The Madd Thinker
Among a few, that's some shit you can never tinker with, oh yeah there aslo the Battleship Sinker
MeZ One reppin First Breed, tagged up on walls
Runnin from C-Cipher Punks, spray cans in my pockets, secret escape routes in bathroom stalls
Only time they really helped NYC was when the Twins fell
But now we at war, to quote RZA: "Do you hear the bells?"
Bells of war, sounding all around the world
When will mankind truly unite? When will our fates be unfurled?
So many questions, but now I'll switch up the topic
Anti-Commercialism Movement, no way to stop it
High school days were the best
Sad when I heard Russell Jones was laid to rest
I'm viewin life digitally, making observations lyrically
Battles at the park, I wounded MC's critically
Fake MC's try throw me off my game
Considered a threat cuz with 16 bars, pfff I can end their fame
Lyrics so hot they burn up thread pages
Lock bitch niggas up in cages, Iron Mic in my hand torturin yall like the Dark Ages
Speachless, got you frozen like iceberg
But at the same time, I put niggas up in flames like the Hindenburg
Rhymes hoppin off the screen n choking you like deadly vapors
There's no need to ask who's greater
Invade your cerebral cortex after destroyin the 5 senses
Battliin ya brain cells in the trenches, face meaner than the Grinch's
Feel the pain of the nerve pinches, ya mind itches
But all you recieve is neuron glitches
Don't hate cuz I'm lyrically gifted
Just sit back and relax while my rhymes get you lifted

Walkin' cracked roads, duckin 5 0's for cash flows comin'/
buggin' out, landlord dumpin' clothes, rows of bloody dice, runnin'
from street cops, cheap rocks banging like beat box/
the heat knocked 85 percent, whatchu think not?/

fuckin faded... oh shit.. look how dis is raided ....o m g look how late its ... just nuttin but silence ... yea.. all my cousins... scattered as if it were a platter.... who knows... they might wake up after ..... fuck... i went 2 go ball yesterday... dont know think im fatter ....... shit wuz great ...... i left like at 8 .... took it 2 dis foo callin me out .. so we played a game ... i just had 2 .. ... he didnt know me ... now he does.... my head filled wit laughter ... i tell u it wuz a disaster ... on da court i wuz da master .. ... he wuz a lil faster.. . dat didnt matter ... climbed up like a ladder ... there wuz a rifa scent dat came wit da breeze ... oh yes .. i can smell it indeed... i can tell it wuz green .... smelled so sweet... felt like pop eyes's "wimpy" though there wuz a difference c .... he wuz attracted 2 hamburgers..... i wuz intact wit da smoke ..i never choke ... i know dat didnt rhyme.. fuck ! im runnin out of time... wut da fuck is goin on in my mind.. .. i must be high .... but now 4 da longest time.... actually all nite ... like dis redman song.... dont worry.. all hits were from da bong.. ... i m correct !.. i am not wrong.... and am tryin 2 go as long as a marathon... till i have nuttin but draws on... 2 then make dis hoodrat be on 1 ... smart but she has been around... da last time i seen her ... . she wuz bein a little hoodie.... she wanted 2 stoop me... tellin me ... she innocently... .. wanted 2 lick thee... so i let her... shit i member .... no fur... shaved...!; it wuz a good day.. ... then she left 2 skool... i no fool.. . i fucked her .... and made her loose .. she had them go go boots.... also a fucked up tooth... didnt care... she let me through ... then ... as i sit here... tryin 2 fucken finish... still high from sum good ish.... actually it wuz a joint and we had it dipped ;. .... n honey.... i got it 4 free... i had no money.... then as we sparked... it wuz pretty dark... out of nowhere i can c da smoke n my mouth... i didnt want 2 shout.. . or let it all out.... i held it in till i passed out.... no ; not reallly .... my lungs... have been accustomed.... always.. smokin blunts and.... then running up da hill .. . i would never kill.. fuck i forgot my cell phone... who goin 2 pay my bill? i must of dropped it on da way... conditionin 2 lose weight... like jenny craig... fuck it im tired... ; im gonna go 2 bed..............

damn son^goin the distance!

damn, u rap for days

u rap for days.../
i rap an selll my ill shit on ebay.../
fuckin slow day tho so i figure ill hook up somethin free so what should i say?
yo fatass...I dont give a fuck if u dont drink.../
an bitch ass...I'll tear you outta that tree quicker than u can blink.../
im bigger an badder than both of u put together.../
cant fuck with aidz...i get sicka an better,...i dont matter,..whatever.../
lemme see u drop some shit thats ill.../
an fatboy,....come ride with the natives without gettin killed.../
cuz one of ya aint got whats happenin.../
an you fatboy gonna end up permanantly nappin.../
im the king,...your styles gonna get flattened.../
take out your anger on me with your gay posts an ill turn around an dis u by rappin.../
tru hiphop shit.../
dont need to be a bitch like u too cuz i got the balls to step up my gift.../
an step on u.../
i know you aint gonna come thru.../
so i ask myself "who the fuck am I talkin too?"

peace

fuck dis burden on my back...da weights 2 strong unload da gats i'm on my own...
armed wit a razor blade and hate...I learned my style from master chu yung fate...
police got an a-p-b on me i'm ready... and aint no army who can fuck wit me...fuck SWAT, undercover dt's, and TNT... I run da BX along wit TS.. Look mom i'm on cable tv... Wanted for da felony's ;and child support...mom promise me you'll pull the cord... if the cops put me on on life support.... Blaah

damn... i wuz just faded and kind of tired like Big L but also if u mean it like clownin ,.... all good i m barely practicin my freestyle from da top... // 2 me written is easier ...


peace out !!!


2 sicka

Maintan microphone magic matriculate minute muthafuckas
Slip slick smacks, strand syncopated suckas
I invent inside innoculated internment institutions
Pick past probable problems, pushin' polyrhythmic pollution
Liquify lingering limp-limbed linseed leaders
Tick tock, trained to top terrible tweakers
Heaters hung haphazardly, holdin' Haberdasheries hostage
While we wickedly whip wussies with women's wallets
Atomic, Anastasia amnesia, angoraphobic anesthesia
Credited cons carryin' creations, choppin' crappy copied Cleavers

Damn...this usin' one letter shit is hard...

yeah it is...

sicka check the battle thread.

sicka stashes shards,..slaps stars..seesaw on your jaw...ayo, "Fuck 1 letter bars".../
ima just jump jesus,....jack his loot.../
hail mary his bible into a crowd of thousands tryin to root.../
for the messiah,...im tired of his shit...'he aint fya"../
he aint fly but fuck him,...ima get his moms pregnant ontop of my dryer.../
expire,...yeah i know the bitch retired.../
dig up her skeleton an fuckin stick it in her eye "ya heard".../
thanks to xtadas...he got it locked like my neighbors miata.../
cept X aint a tin can,...he's like me"we cant be busted like pinata's.../
an if u think im fakin this,...yo, i dont care,...this shits in my heart...../
so whatchu think fam of my latest 6 minute dart?

PIR

How he became sicka than aids ( Backround )
Sicka sucked the aids striaght from a poor mans penis.
Thats why hes sicka than it, bitch you should have seened it.
he creamed it. Then he swollowed the remains.
He opened his butt for the first time, pain.
then it rained, and he fucked while he was wet.
the man moaned with pleasure, sicka couldnt move.
the man busted right there, inside his anal groove.
sicka groaned, he hissed like a snake.
loving the gay sex he welcomed, rump steak.
He cleaned the man, and he was on his way.
being sicka than aids, even till this day.

yo dude...delete that

Seriously...I don't wanna know what 7L49 does in his private life, nahmean?