Official Freestyle Thread

As The Undead comes though
I blast back hearthearts have that shit going in relapse
watch ure back I flip clips like your mothers clit.
You ain't seen shit it's the ninja I came though to hurt all defenders
Mc's can't touch it try ta double dutch it have you ass striaght flush it!
"Who SHOT Davy Crocket With The Bottle Rocket" I did the Undead and still
they can't top it.
Togakure for life can you feel this I made you who you are and you try to steal this
all angles defining all dimensions.
Uzi SMG on your ass have you smellin stenchs!

Your style is high,it flys like an eagle/
emotions from a consciuos can be just a title/
for a new saga,for a new F.F. episode/
hot rhymes,Firaga,my thundaga kills all codes/
life is just a new war in the name of shaolin/
and I dont know what do,so i'm a ronin/
who can understand the brain of a warrior?/
a confused reflex in the destiny...in a mirror/

in a mirror my right punch to left side of own dome
gettin clearer, my sight jumps, bereft of grown clones
solemn negative image crushed with a piercing glance
bottom sedative meditation flushed, I'm fierce, you sing and dance
steppin fetchit, amos andy candy drone fly army get crushed
protecting a widow queen's pincers tangle web of wet gushed
blown by force of wind, the sorcerer wins by a tapestry of spells
metronome of course keeps time when wind, I gather up the shells

be maxing out my head while listening whats not said
checking out my eyes while peeping friendly skies
going through convulsions though never to be repulsing
from the chimes of the clocks runnning up bells when unlocked
in the skulls where the rings are toned tuned and consumed
lertting it slip away as reality fades and life is once again resumed

Code Red catz get filled wit lead testin' an ol' head
Countin' crazy bread by tha loafs loungin' on tha bed
Hard knocks poundin' my head til' i feel a migrane
When i die put my corpse in fly grains kneck naked no heavy chains
remember James came and conquered tha games bouncer
Flip a emcee like a ounce of that white monster

Yo yo yo

Minz Konceptz automatically connects like tha internet
Phsyco threat, niggas crossin there lives like X an Y intacepts
Makin vets, outta lil posers who think they can drop sick rhymes
Or betta yet explode on a page like a ma fuckin landmine
I'm inclined, to drop rivitin spells of sickness
Occult masta niggah, slingin my darts wid ninja quickness
Thickness of ma rhyme strucuture
Fuckin poruse niggahs battle me like wholes from acupunture

off the dome I pulling heads off like a phone
call... mother fuckers get chewed and mauled
the pews fall as the fools are sprawled out
stank bitches have halitosis of the mouth
get punched out like a employee off the clock
off the rocks check ya ankles pull up ya socks
electrical shocks vibrate the block heads are stomped

yeah

smashin suckaz on the regular,..flowin circle's round em like donuts.../
you dont own shit,..your style str8 up blow's nuts.../
and this shits militant only up in this wu forum.../
u aint puttin me thru all that boredom,.ima stay soarin.../
like an eagle above my tree's an shit.../
swoop down on your clammy ass, snatch up your cream like as if the shit was fish.../
i roll with the quickness,..my crew's the thickest.../
were the most wicked squad of godz to grace you bitches.../
on tha real too,..u know u cant fade my goons'.../
you wont catch shit from me cept for bullet wounds.../
rap like typhoons and own every damn thang like tycoons.../
watch me get "looney tune's",...hell,...you'll learn soon...
10 minutes, naw, prolly seven.../
ima Bishop an u a bitch so ima c ya in heaven or at the Seven Eleven.../
Fuck your weak shit,..AND AIDZ KEEPS ON LEVELIN...

PEACE

now that ive arrived open wide..sesame
rhymes scary and deeply rooted like the sleepy hollow tree
so follow me into the depths of hiphop biology
biters dont swallow me
im sick like dahlmers biography


unstaible ballance on the rim
although i hold the world in my hands im aware that it spins
on a tilted axis.......you got it backwards
thats why i tax herbs like you for practice
with words that givem fractures

up in the lab all night
conimplaiting life with a razor and a mic
crazyier in a fight than tyson with a knife
higher and layzier in life than a sloth on a kyte
pop off.....i juss might.......maybe ill do it tonight
run up in shady records strapped to 50 stix of dynamite

my councelor said i was sick cause im down with triple six
and i raped and tortured a downsyndrome chick
ate out her stink box then smashed her with a brick
then fucked her sumore with my aids infected dick

i keep seein demons , ghosts , and elementals
plus the voices in my head keep sayin "torture your genitals"
so i took a torch to my testicles......and made quite the mess
i kick pregnants whores in they tummy jusss to ease the stress

sumtimes i jerk off onto ouija boards juss for kicks
or sleep out in the woods and wait to rape the blair witch
buy a hooker for the night and fuck her with my fist
and the same time i bust a nut i slit one of my wrists

the bloods always glistnin when im rhymen
i come with the force of ten men against one innocent little hymen
im fine man.....dont even ask
why im fuckin your little sister with jason voorhies mask

im locked up in my own personal prison
waitin to kill the next priest that trys to give me an exorcism
prolly byte out his jugluar and play doctor with him
heres a word of advice people lock up your children


im the sickest nigga prayin to die, my mindz all confused with upside down nines

no questions juss blastin, millitant asassin , ski maskin
hiphop questions im askin
why are all these cats fake as fuck
quik 2 duck when the double barrel starts 2 buck and errupt
lifes corrupt , im one of the only true godz left
like the O.G's talkin mess in ya projects
kill the the stress with the zest
unimpressed wit the cats frontin like the rest
small timers at best

sumtymes life gets ill
thats how u seperate from the dummies and the ones thats reel
talk about skil??
son ive passed you
and raped the demon siren whore that hatched you
laugh at you, without even knowing
my hearts colder than the arctic minus 50 degrees in a blizzard while its snowing
and the god keeps growing
not like those gotti kids......them the reason why concept gotta bodi kids
beat u with the fatality of animality while u kiss my rotti's lips

fuckin fire God C...props, keep rippin it up.

while God C watches the corny fags expire.../
sicka than aidz throws grenades an takes care of every liar on fire.../
cheapshit,..weakshit..I could recite a list.../
I dont listen to audio from yall cuz most u fags rap with a lisp.../
ill do audio,..get a mic an blow up this bitch.../
leave your raggedy ass blown to bits in a crater shaped ditch.../
most r so weak the godz dont even know u exist.../
fuck im pissed...i aint got shit to spit on this.../
maybe ill be back or maybe ill just go fuck your wiz...

peace

yo