Official Freestyle Thread

Keep ya talk about gats, while I walk wit raps/
Followin kids ain't me....but I'll chalk ya tracks/
You don't have Weapons Of Steel or Heavenly Skills/
but it's true these cats are faker than Beverly Hills/
the way they rap about dumbshit, ya run clips?/
left ya heads scrambled like Harlem when the sun hits/
I'm about Hip-Hop Truth, it's known my fists rock you/
I won't be lyin about shit....white not a flip-flop dude/
Leave the rest blazin \call me wes craven/
while you're just copyin shit like kids and text pages/

Temple of Dartz iz wea AC temptin tha dark wit intentionz to spark instrumentalz das hot..
SHINE Light on heartz fo a start n mark positionz by pinpoint accuracy.. so start to lissen...
End ya majestys who blasphemine ACz raps then flee happily.. MAG delete ya bastidz easily..
See me n Ill blind ya niggaz releasin heat.. reasons be ya heathenz seem fake..
meltin ya feeble weak freez have U on ya kneez kneelin.. "pleez kill em" but wait...
Cut ya face.. fucc Joe.. Ill bust tha taste off ya buddenz.. razor blade veinz so pain touchens..
Im insane cuzzin.. drain a dozen of stamina.. hammer ya like nailz.. stammer tha rite mic..
no need fo punchlinez tha Multies damage ya twice.. ma life is gamma quite undastandable..
fight? ya get ate like cannibalz.. break ya mandible.. I swelt like candlez.. u smell like camels do..

O HELL NAH !!...
NIGGA DONE SPIT ON THA 666th POST!!..

YO NIGGA!..........................................

i aint the type 2 rap about cheese
but i got more green then when pinocchio sneeze
tha god concept deeply rooted like trees
open my brain wit these dam coacaine keyz

SPIT UP FROM DA LOUNGE..........

YO..



Aint nuthin but a word I smotha curbz fucc tha 1st.. copz to arrive Im gunnin nervez..
Pluggin herbz wit tons of verbz which rush n burst ya blood n serve.. a point proven..
ya kno 'oink movin'.. RN to anutha level.. I cut u devilz who snitch.. ya gutz bust liquid so get sum stitchez..
Sippin rum can getchya.. mindstate fryed wait waz tha time playa? Itz cloccin roun tha 9 nayba.. (neighbor)
so say tha.. word.. n I str8 spray nerdz wit razorz.. slicin thru ya vaporz mistin off ya sweat pimpin...
Ya look lost.. "pet".. missin.. did U forget ya ***ten?.. soft ass bitchez get caught slashed.. toe ribbonz..
Ma flow sickend alot of foes trippin.. who now look to me as a rolemodel spittin whole bottlez u can sip from...
been evicted from tha slumz of Da Bronx to tha bussin of tha shotz.. brooklyn? nah tha hook red wit crook hedz..
half cut off abandonedz buildin.. orphaned children often killin to eat coughin spillin vomit n bleed..
thas wa happenz wen da government leavez.. rucuss ensue.. fuccaz jumpin @ u.. no joke aight..
code spoke by rubbin hiz sleevez.. soon ta find knife pokin ya weeze (waist).. hope u breathe slo...
(hopin u sleep.. get woke from broken dreamz.. smokin dat weed.. supposidly..)
cuz Panic cause frantic thoughtz.. hospitalz full / hoodz turn'd u hostile no bull.. impatience gotten to u...
I shall continue this story.. but shitz gory.. iz it glokz u will pull? dunno but tha pres forgotten too..
about uz hoodlemz gettin by man itz impossible... wit crook copz n framin.. I feel like a picture hangin............


(FROM RN)..


pEACE... 718 Bronx NY Cae 94 ..

Frontin

Cats front get litted up steppin my way/
Call a nigga daddy blastin ya ass like Marvin Gaye/
Sold coke in a body reincarnated from the 80's
Bad ma fucka like Dolemite loungin in mercedes/
Not a blood or crip tho um percieved as one/
Detted like the shun closed circuit from the sun/
Ghetto memorys sturgglin drugglin smugglin/
Around the border from the U.S to Ontario/
Jus cuz I have a computer done mean they can't hear me tho/
Reveiwin my expenditures listenin to my calls/
Trap me up tapped me up got stickers to my balls/
Followin every route, I have nothin else to prove/
Did it all in the 80's back then niggas had tons that they could move/
Fuck pounds kilos, an the whole metrical system/
Fuck peter's when you get caught its "Nah um not with em"

Yo

Yo my internal energy is balanced, focused like Tai Chi/
my rhymes is so deadly like a full force blow from Bruce Lee/
Cave your skull in, my rhymes like a blunt instrument they decipate/
In 2 nuttin ness, Come out after fake mc's then hybernate/
Comparin me is like comparin timbs to a shoe wid dirty laces/
Face it, before you can pull i'll break your trigga finga in 6 places/

Hotness Masta G.

Leavin' mc's under pressure is my pleasure their pain i treasure
Cuz' most rappers ain't going nowhere like a bird with broken feathers
My style is clever while most are clumsy, fuck those band-wagon junkies
Iv'e been through more trees than jungle monkeys

as a true man of the temple
my flow kicks off and like voltus five assemble
i'm the emblem that signify purity
preachin bout soul and black unity
wu continuity and wu prespectives
i'm a scholar of rhyme and a soul detective
no one can ever face this cause i have been redeemed
i'm the soul masta and seczidark is the queen
and so it seem that many many step to a "genius"<- shout out masta G. aka ya know
RockD laughs cause weak are those minions
we the spawns resurrected for a purpose and direction
takin back rap and kick off this insurrection
its essential that at least i get five stars as soul general
i wont search and destroy but i'll make sure to take it all
we have a platton of "great mind aka supream mathematiix"<- j proph. shout out
its only right theat i lead the one focus on soul and dynamics
although we all savage u have heard before, "watch out for the whole"
cause i dont aim for ya neck i aim fo ya soul

WU TANG SOUL

I'm not trying to say you're biting because I know how some things just come to your head without realizing where you got it (I've done it myself), but "Face it, before you can pull i'll break your trigga finga in 6 places" sounds awfully similar to Diabolic in the hidden track after Dance with the Devil.

"Go head and grip glocks, I'll snap your trigga finga in 6 spots."

Yo

Minorities Be Tha 1st Ppl To Walk The Face Of Da Earth/
After All, We All Have Spiritual Rebirths/
I'm Sayin Dis Jus To Rappin We Da Mecca An Medina/
Racial Profilin, Fo Freestylin, Cops Gave Me A Court Sepina/
An The Insanity Of Bush, Just Hitler, Without The Anti Semitism/
Apocolyptic One Day, If Bush Knows How To Define Judism/
He Dont Care Crackers Look At Me With Fright/
Disgust N Plight, Holdin Crucifixes Out Like Im The Fuckin Antichrist......

Wait What, Its On Sum Shit W/e My Friend Tol Me That One

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Originally Posted by N.I.T.O.R.I.O.U.S. G

Wait What, Its On Sum Shit W/e My Friend Tol Me That One

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yea yea I dunno this nigga nitorious but yo .. yo ..

Spittin off jazz beatz clap MC's rapidly .. who happen to be groupiez.. stupid looniez who rap weak...
I slap theez.. get mad cheeze like dairies.. ma is passive freez iz scary.. ya need some ari..yaz..(areaz)
To hold down cuz mo clownz iz gettin in tha game.. happily destroyin hiphopz flamboyance..
Itz annoyin.. Im deployin mad soldiaz.. be glad I told ya.. cuz itz war.. niggaz buss holez like supanovaz....

PAYCEEEEEEE!

Ya tweaked I shoot ya in the face cuz u weak.
Blood flowin freely like the Grandmasters cd ya leaked/
Saturday night life, 4 am by the porno shop/
Fiends in the back alley, shootin up dead when they body drop/
Shotty pops, ya jump out of ya shorty socks/
Got you in real situations with 3 beers an u goldie locks/
Bold he talks, broken legs jus so now body walks/
Into the courtroom, so I creep like a slyly fox/

Returned from the dead the past the present enough said. Sinner's song speak'n thoughts like a kinky priest, lil kids grin'n back devilsh look satan's beast. Take heed as I spit the lyrical fraction, so you best re-read the links of the chained reaction, extra ending with a fuck you for satisfaction like a mechanical contraption. Fuck tha god concept just another snake in the grass, watered down venomous lyrics tickles like the strap on in his ass. Blasted lyrics cause'n 187's cause I'm trigga happy, turtle style 1/5 of a deadly venomous bite with a nickname like snappy. O.G. bullets marked like an old school casanova, Shout'n "Payceeee!" at the end of his shit verse explosive like a ass blown supernova.

Meditation is mind migration i'm graspin' points without exclamations
Causing exterminations on corny rappers facing demise by my congregation
I'm in tha house like cats on house probation basing darts on education
Lacing tracks racing raps at high speeds my face just flashed by tha human eye
Zoomin' by tha finish line deminished minds need to expand their time pattern
My fingers wear tha rings of saturn on tha carpet flyin' like Alladin
Packin' a gatling clappin' majors for figures til' my venues bigger
Livers are ripped from the frames of tha hottest spitters
I literally liter ya block ninja with a sword that never rusts
Servin' just-us skins stain-less still a problem when i bust
I'm crush-proof Magneto in a vocal booth biggin' up my recruits
We cruise enemy land and execute take-over plans
It's either build, or be killed mentally dead without knowledge you'll never undertand

i got more hot bars than burning taverns, it seems to me u like rupaul cuz u follow the same patterns
i gather up the battered up thoughts in my noggin, and project them towards the public gottem sweatin like they joggin
you got an option of wavin for the cop car, but either way 1 of us gon put u behind bars
its byfar time to mic spar, on guard patna,hit u in ya jaw have u pause when u talk like william shatner
battle stars like galactus, have ya ass patched up, full of patches, thinkin of me pissin ya matress
not contious rappin, gangsta rap niether, jus hittin u wit the lyrical style of the crane tiger

the same rival of the lame braincommercial punk rapper, named afeter to coins aimed for guns to blast em
since im fresh on the scene they tryin to wreck wit my dreams, but ima wipe out everything between ya head and ya feet

yo if yall around come to the battlefield/the dart board

sirens ring daily like clock alarms/ never leave the house with out my lucky charms/ cause on the daily theres someone out there tryin to cause me harm/ gott manz goin crazy locked up in the farm/ Platnuim arms spread like wings to close line snakes/ make way for holy ground stakes/ the wars on in a city near you/ ain't none ya'll hav a clue/ one day we'll all burn white, black, and jews/ a world wide human stew

Fuck a siren cause I'm knowledge'n you with my voice blow'n louder than a coletrane, mine'n the youth with truth intellect rocks dirty socks with painted glocks blast and maintain. Thoughts of spain in my sketches Mr.Davis etches my higher think'n, smell'n like slave pigs after work for the 85's money look'n funny on my lunch break when I'm drink'n. Voice you speak'n better be the one that is heard off some cheap ass dank bud, 10% take bath's walk'n funny with that money that came fresher than a coat of mud.

sharks try'n to rap in here kid, shit's funny. +)

you ain't da bat from gotham,this one gone cost'em,drain you out like da fosset,i'm already nascent,you've lost it,slap da taste out'cha,hold ya chest,think'n you da best,take a rest,cheap azz soap zest,handicap vest,you want last with this test,wait'n fo yo next step,allday done slept,tyr'n crept,time fo my belt,azz on fire melt,unplug ya mike,lil tike,ride ya bike,take a hike,throw ya down a flight of stairs,musical chairs,left out home care,know tire to spare,fuk your stare,too much to bare,blew up ya lair,ain't nothin fair,broke ya snair,prepare,cash'n ya stampz,out the dryer stiil damp,blew ya own amp,go back to fat camp,watch this sneeze,you sleeze,better move at ease,down to your kneez,beg me pleez,you study degreez,pimp pleez,got ya own disease,you mix yo leaves,drink'n erk & jerk,watch him burp,greedy azz slurp,come to my turf,leave you 'n da earth,crawl back to church,sick sound'n smurf,predictions,cause'n inflictions,toolz for my incision,left you bit'z & pieces by precision,yo car got towed from the collision,

As a youngin' my style murdered mc's in isles as spectators bowed and clapped loud
And tha proud who refused to pay homage were left astonished as darts hit garments
The words were fertilizer we became ear-drum farmers tha seeds grew enormous
Even bombers couldn't blow my spot a marks-man shot i'm not a shooter i jus bust a-lot
My fort knocks real shit in tha midst of action un-skilled kids get killed quick in orderly fashion
Tha reason of his un-timely passin' was his god-u flashin' that distured tha peace
I hit tha mark in front of tha beast may his remains feed the worms in tha underground feast
sharks we catch em' in nets stick harpoons in the flesh, and stakes enter chests
Tha death inspectors check the man-slaughter corpse on deck
What was left was a bet tha gambler didn't win so i pulled his card-deck and put tha sword in his skin

nice verse man, respect

inclined by the mind i resite the rhymes to the many
puttin down the arrogance as i speak from a bottle of henny
to the many of the masses try to infiltrate my illusions
but i stand strong and firm rock is solid like the constitution
amending and changing but never facing fading
always on the prowl never disrespecting or hating
style is never ending i change up like pedro martinez
strech out and out like a seventh inning
traditional iterpreter of soul music and rap styles
a temple wu menace who makes every line woth wile
i dial yo number got u exposed and open
soul is hagin out and for reedemption u hoopin
but i wont be stopin killin you softly but awfully bruttal
as the masses still consider me innocent in the tribunal
never two faced i come at the same pace foward and straight
leavin you discumbabulated like the figure 8
also innate knowin from birth that i was ill
and that thru mind and matter i shater i get soul kills

awwww dat was tite wurk!!!

Lion in a cage stuck for like 20 hours in a rage/
blazin' roaches behind toilets cuz the systems got it shaved/
closed curtain for the audience don't give a fuck as long as paid/
aging cracks on his statue attributes of modern day.........

Tell me where the coke is made, no escape-

the glow of the chosen, fades, grown afraid-

said, jokes were made, by those who know pain-

as if, they were immuned, no hope for today-

fuck where the coke is made shit's played like rusted swings, Chill'n where mc's spit shit while fake nigga's trade styles like magic beans.

stole the keys to the dream car's engine stall the tank on a fancy italian letter, come cpyher with james? end up in lyical flames during mid freestlye cause we all know who's fuck'n better. Bed wetter top bunk soaked bottom bed wet like a hidden proctor, called your self the game living large second in charge of the dick of a NWA doctor. slice and spray miss the cannon camera click faster than the balls of a mayflower, the next mc to rap is below me soaked in piss "can't fuck with this" bellz of war ring'n life or death? when it comes your hour.

whats up O3EY, gza36

If You Aint Gonna Flow, Stay The Hell Out The Booth-
Phillion The Truth, From My Hat To My Boots-
The Wu's New Edition, Start From Scrimmage-
He Could Go All The Way!!! Touchdown Bitches-

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Originally Posted by b.a.R.n.

whats up O3EY, gza36

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sup' my nigga, It's been a long motha fuck'n time.

What The Hell Was That! Where Im From We Blast Gatz-
And, Wack Is Wack! Im Relying On Facts-
Put Ya Money Where Ya Mouth Is, I'll Be Back-
I Dont Think You Got Skillz, How Real Is That-


TO: THAT GUY ABOVE- CHUMP!!!!!!!!!

^ hahah this dickrider thinks he can call me out.

I already called this white boy out without mentioning his fuck'n name, fuck you dr. phillies and your verbal skills are childish w/a temper you need to tame. Said fuck you 3 times and your still in my radar's range, sold your stlye for a quarter a nickle and 2 pennies cause your styles CHUMP CHANGE!!. With those 4 bars of wack shit and the 8 post you got, got you scared run'n to the ghetto club med where dickriders roam near rome claim'n it's the hot vacation spot.


http://www.friday-fun.com/files/smilies/cow.gif = Phillies deadly wu tang dance.

Kept the flow shine'n like charlie sheen with the after glow, peep this hot sound underground surround your winter warz with my lyrical flow.Like a chemist when you mix your Protons and Electrons with a virgin center, watched the cypher try'n to dis-cypher my thoughts of a better days when no guns would even enter. The circle cause we all know that's where the heart is, peace explodes like nuns with guns no puns surpised got you nervous like a pop quiz.

Failed the test of life never studied but I'm knowledge'n on fake mc's, scrolled past pages for prehistoric ages mental wages flow like a liquid breeze. Of my piss cause these mc's can't freestyle off point like my guns gauge. reversed the precursed verse squashed your style palm down with a frown throwed ya in the lion's cage. St. Nick's only a dream cause he's gone in 1 minute, Con Air Faces Off like a Matchstick Man with my plan that flew outta control like a underground troll when I spin it.

In this mess-age we analize lives of those who walk-in blind rage
On tha streets or tha stage i speak tha truth torn from God's page
Given commandments to Obey raised in tha house of pain
People want fame wishin' to live forever ruined by fortune and fame
Pleasure, and pain til' tha last breathe hit tha essence next
Return to earth as memories to guide my seeds know i can rest
No stress, or ignorance tha place i call home for eternity i roam
And write poems lookin' below tha zone at tha dry valley of bones
Un-able to phone relatives about this beautiful place to witness
Free from sickness or other methods to leave us statistics
No biscuits bustin', or rumors buzzin' round tha mil
I stay still brain captivated by tha prescence of livin' amongst legends killed
They call it tha past life unbelievers need some act right get out tha fast life
Fore u catch blasts like J.F.k. from my lyrical green berets

i mess wit the age that analizes and synthesizes the rythm
mc's i bag and they soul i disect as i kill em
who runs with em?.. . they lackin numbers
they have awake a giant foolish one how dare disturb my slumber
as i one i have enough soul power to out match
and out last these bitch nigga that stick around like a rash
but i'm the vicine for gangren i will exterminate those
smack em around put theey souls in a whole
cause i'm bold like 26 font and black smear
they dont feel you because i'm the one that makes them disapear
i'm mic check clear, point come across like paul revere
to warn those that pose , they wet like water hoes
and when they mess wit just one millimiter of my content they overdoes
so i suppose that i'm to deep soulful and they dreams i deffer
as i soul splatta and shatta thir whole excistant is detered

rattled the cattle the feable people scadaddle
tattle they battle with wicked words of scandal
in sandals these handful of pigs are handled
pampered and tampered till free thinking is hampered
treated like babies in diapers washing television wipers
keep the lightheads plate full as they scrape to make due
papers and bills they rape you as your taking a face full
wonders of waste on the menu thoughts erased from the venue
hawks they graze on the vengeful pigeons are ate by the hand full....