Official Freestyle Thread

as i put down my staff iron flag i claim this territory
SecziDarq is taken so for those that wanted sorry
i hold all the glory the point is shes my daymund
niggas tryin to lurk, lazy they need to find one
winner takes all so i already won
there is no competition cause i'm the only one
RockD has mamiD just read the sub heading
niggas think they gainin but in fact they sheedin
gettin played while u buyin i'm gettin laid
controllin you like lab roches after sprayed by raid
so just sit there and like a pp obey
cause u just a toy so play dead okay
listen to wat i say the overlord of darq
i can give her the world thats surpaz your quartz
in the temple off darts or in the real life
we will stay together and thats word on my life

:)

A switch at birth with the drunken cartoonstance of a white stork, turned the lights off made noise flipped the switch and the intruder's eyes were bloody from my metal fork. Fuck a spork on the dinner table cause it's useless like a toast drink, enter the chambers of reality executed you called ya life lines the weakest link. Play'n ghetto games like fake thug life monoply, talk'n big business take control over supply like drug deal'n oligoply. Shut the door after the Wu-Tang Menace let the smoke clear, bullets with the force of james were ice and melted when they disappear.

^^^tight flow thnks for the mention :)

check tha visuals of a verbally gifted individual thought processess tha super lyrical
Mad-man material my mentals imperial underground sound that's digital
Spit chemicals that go into eardrums then travel to tha brain tha pain unimaginable
I'm tha emcee responsible for opposition's funerals numbers in triple zero's
I'm here to intefere wit rhyme heroes lairs rush em' like black bears
Throw spears as rappers stare hopeless hopin' their life's spared
I'm the knight in ya nightmares controllin' towns like mayors
Not tha illest but a untouchable hip-hop track killer
On the run like a drug-dealer caught pumpin' on tha wrong block
Obey tha commands man before i rock d spot
Taught to spot targets and let off rockets
Gouge out both eyes and watch electricity fly from tha sockets

My nigga jamez killin shit as usual, yo whats good wit that collab homie.

the sound of a soul poet the rythm i define
spekain like the stars cause wit planets i intertwine
fine as wine as i age i get betta
i shot back give ya mmories like the old sweta
neva confront a soulful mc just ask cube
he got droped from the funk he's soul was consumed
by the fumes of a common verbal ancestor
the one that i call my never known mentor
but my though process is dominated by wu essentials dont mis understand
that i always stand for a wu fan
read ya niggas ya'll last prayas from the king James version
as i get ready to di but soon come my 'resurrection'
as i get 'reunited' with every "man, woman, and child"
'100 miles and runnin' 'how u like me now'

James' Spit Is Nothing More Than A Gleek...
I Speak With Words Complete...just To Tame The Geeks...
I Battle This Field For Those Who Can't Really Come Bleek...
And If I Meet Gulliotine On The Streets ..he'd Feel The Street..
With Words So Absurd....he Really Dont Want To Meet...
The Creator Of His Defeat....
My Style Is The Hostile And You Really Dont Want The Heat....
Ill Strap You To Dinomite And Tell You,, You Will Be Alright....
And You Think This O.k Cause You Have.... Very Little Insight...
Ill Bring More Scares Than Your Worst Time At Fright...night...
Sixflags Brings Little Scare ..you Fag...go Grab A Flashlight..
Peep The High Beams...on My... B.m.doubleu...
Running Down You And Your Crew....
Very Few Bring The Game Like The Flu...
But You Never Really Had A Clue......
Or Did You ....im Ballad Ballistik ...
Fuck Around And Get Your Wrist Slit...
Over......and Still Here....you Queer

queer get fucked in the ear, betta yet the rear/
i can rhyme elementary too, 1 2 kung fu/
ballad ballistic gettin my ju jitsu/
aint shit like tiein to my two shoes/


this be your lyrical apocalypse/
my talent past the circumfrence/
u'd be in bliss, if i hung u by your clitoris/
i dont even have to send my milita/
i'll send one of my wicked flow's to hit ya/
kilin phines cuz i ~cram rocks~/
every mc on my dick like a ~hammock~/
slay ya on the lyrical ~harpoon~/
all MC's will ~die soon~/
from my lyrical ~typhoon~/

my rhymes r tyghter than a profilactic on shaqs dick
tha god conceptz he who practices black majik
throwin hexes on mainstream cats wit gold teeth in they lexuses
kinda like droppin sumblimianal messages
im fresher than crest is on my teeth after breakfastes
sun always remember im the best at this
never droppin week shit like all the rest is

tha god conceptz neva off point like sobriety testeses

nigga lets battle kid any1 thynk they got skillz?

Took a look at the page of shit didn't think this was a G - Unit thread, fuck tha concept it's outdated like baby tim's on ya boy cause he's still breast fed. Fuck what you said clamin' to be ballistik, but your rhymes need beats to reach the dying people like a ballad statistic. Got a natural mystic blowing like a typhoon, lyrics of genius spit faster than bullets in a cowboy saloon.

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Originally Posted by Ballad Ballistik

James' Spit Is Nothing More Than A Gleek...
I Speak With Words Complete...just To Tame The Geeks...
I Battle This Field For Those Who Can't Really Come Bleek...
And If I Meet Gulliotine On The Streets ..he'd Feel The Street..
With Words So Absurd....he Really Dont Want To Meet...
The Creator Of His Defeat....
My Style Is The Hostile And You Really Dont Want The Heat....
Ill Strap You To Dinomite And Tell You,, You Will Be Alright....
And You Think This O.k Cause You Have.... Very Little Insight...
Ill Bring More Scares Than Your Worst Time At Fright...night...
Sixflags Brings Little Scare ..you Fag...go Grab A Flashlight..
Peep The High Beams...on My... B.m.doubleu...
Running Down You And Your Crew....
Very Few Bring The Game Like The Flu...
But You Never Really Had A Clue......
Or Did You ....im Ballad Ballistik ...
Fuck Around And Get Your Wrist Slit...
Over......and Still Here....you Queer

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This isn't tha battlefield homie but i never back down from a challenge, and tell ya ghost-writer to come up with better rhymes(lol)


Ballad Ballistikz could never see tha God with rhymes
"He got shit for brains" and i got a diaper to "change his mind"
Ya steez is played out, u might as well die from Aids and take tha "Eazy" way out
As i "take-out" ya Dr. Seus style...
U could battle tha bath-room floor and still ain't even "verse-a-tile"
Ya worse than fowl, u could never spit live as me
Got 'Wayan" over ya head like u just bench-pressed "Keenan Ivory'
So stop addresin' and learn ya lesson
Ya style is so suspect it had a "motive", and a "murder weapon"
I closed tha lid on tha casket pine then slammed it hard
You'll never stand-out like a chameleon wearin' camoflauge
Makin' sure u can't shine cuz' i devoured tha sun
u talent-less bum tha odds are like a thousand-to-one
I got a "weigh' with words my scale will "balance-a-ton"
Here's a wrist-watch line i had to throw at you
Your tha only member of wu-corp that's "breakable"

^^^^^^^^^^that was tight as FUCK



as all you guys have noticed/
im quick to be quoted/
because im the only one who wrote it/

step to me heavy, get dropped to the earth/
satans angels in the sky to signal my birth/
i rock this universe, cuz this is freestyle son, UNREHEARSED/
I speak candidly, where no ~cameras be~/
beat your ass first then ask questions, but i doubt u'll ~answer me~

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Originally Posted by james

This isn't tha battlefield homie but i never back down from a challenge, and tell ya ghost-writer to come up with better rhymes(lol)


Ballad Ballistikz could never see tha God with rhymes
"He got shit for brains" and i got a diaper to "change his mind"
Ya steez is played out, u might as well die from Aids and take tha "Eazy" way out
As i "take-out" ya Dr. Seus style...
U could battle tha bath-room floor and still ain't even "verse-a-tile"
Ya worse than fowl, u could never spit live as me
Got 'Wayan" over ya head like u just bench-pressed "Keenan Ivory'
So stop addresin' and learn ya lesson
Ya style is so suspect it had a "motive", and a "murder weapon"
I closed tha lid on tha casket pine then slammed it hard
You'll never stand-out like a chameleon wearin' camoflauge
Makin' sure u can't shine cuz' i devoured tha sun
u talent-less bum tha odds are like a thousand-to-one
I got a "weigh' with words my scale will "balance-a-ton"
Here's a wrist-watch line i had to throw at you
Your tha only member of wu-corp that's "breakable"

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U NICE JAMES ...
I WAS JUST POKING ..LOL ....I SEE WHERE YOUR HEADS AT...KEEP IT REAL...

trail blaza wit a tailored suit and a tazer
ur rhymes r minor league sun
while im hittin homeruns in the majors
im dark like darth vader
reel raw on the cross fader
my friend the pen calls me the almighty paper raper