Official Freestyle Thread

james might be the spoken word but i'm the reverend of atrosities
spittin fire darts at an uncalculated velocity
philosophy is non to me i'm a soul observer n general
my crimes are high scale, world wide not federal
but i wont tell it all if you wanna find out
lets step to the battefield and start off a bout
turn wat u thought was a small lead to a rout
keep hittin you wit high shit nigga dont look for discounts
spitt on ya dead corps wit alil To taunt
as i dismount from the black pale horse called death
u try to stand but holdin ya down r temple darts in yo chest
so realy by this reverend you dont want to get blessed
cause might experience cardiac soul arest
i'm far from the best but i'm got danm good
ya'll just chi chi men eatin got danm wood
dick ridas, now who think that they can step?
i'll gladly go down to yo level n strip the cred u have left

We got it locked onslaught slaughterers slaughtering ya block flocks
Ready or not here i come to leave knots on tha heads of hard rocks
Testin' me must be smokin' crack rocks, Used to start static alot
Til' i caught a shot that left me facedown in a parking lot
Rock tha spot like funkdoc, i go hard while these lards go pop
Snitches runnin' wit cops never get props, they just get popped
For poppin' bullshit to tha wrong kid, that'll let his firearm spit
In tha dangerzone i never roam unprotected, different burners selected
Just in case some cat gotta get put in his place
He'll be tha next Mase to catch a ghostface
Put it on em' like Pac did Orlando Anderson
Cuz' violence rules everything around me so i'm strapped daily son
Pops was a bum deadbeat scum i refuse to be like em'
Still i stick to my gunz just like him

ever day has a new dawn..
ever thought has a new song..
they continue on like the day is long..
trying to get my head strong..
trying to get where i belong..
smiles to the ones who live on
respects to the ones already gone..
moon to sun the earthly rotation.
divided..by lines called are nations.
fueled by hate with are race son..
heavily armed to erase some..
dont want to look above seeing were done.
hit by missles i dont want to look above..
i show love and stay grounded..
giving respects when i pound it.
now lets get back to sound bits..
of the lyrically astounded..
the music gets me bounded
the rhythm gets me drownded.
thank god i found it..
love to all ..and the soldiers who fall..
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the corp provides canvas, for mantis styles antics
make u swaze quicker than jay-z, vanish from planet
the chase of darts, in ya face ill fart
on some ason s#$@, kikin jewels to retarts
double edge trouble bubble heads lives get wynona rydered
make bad calls like umpires, spit till my gums tire
dont excuse the abuse or get chewed and bruised
by bruce, wayne or lee, end up in news accused
of stealin the style of the wild child size of hatred varies
have debo screamin high notes like mariah carey
stunacino lyric gunner primo of carlo gambino
crushin unions like rusians trustin no kind of people
my mind is equal to a hebrews, in a business sense
and never endin sentences wit relentless quest
to find the kind lackin respect towards the sword knitter
so stop litterin spittin garbage and ill try not to call u a quitter

spit non, but acid rain
a style that cant be tamed
shaoling monk, and on top i will remain
like the clown posy, insane
in a game that i never loose
always flowin clear, neva on the boose
the who's who of who's, undercard mc
i hitt ya wit suprises, like a highdef tv - lol
the master of the arts, mighty high king
always bustin rhymes, i was never born to sing
master of highnoon, but never been to shanghai
whop any mc till midnight, after bustin in ya eye
flow is truthfull, man never lies
thought u was soda but yo foam neva rise
my words hypmotize and destort visions
make u act stupid, and make dumb decission
this is not an inquesition, is just a riot starta
this is not full blown, is more like a camp fya

i was bored so i had to bless the temple lol

let loose like a pair of shoes, that band like rubber and hold like glue
being that crazy and fast is to a jack off and an ass, some blast off
to much like a jointed cough get high like fly no cape just ride the roll
on this i know plane to rain in a cloud that shrouds turin from turning the gift to be blurring like sign to seal leave a peal to pill the horse no whisper for hearse
if hurt no need to mourn another death another born or burn doesn't matter if care worn to threads making wings go lead not feathers more leather to face the whips
as the wind up kicks this into tailspins like dog fights not for barking in dark sparking
cells like wells illuminate the vault that sends passes across the balk from drive
expanse from eyes to beyond these friendly skies for a jet son on a stream down to golf this seam walking to cream the puffs that fluff to hot stuuf knowing the air is not enough to rise or raise when the world is remade like a formula bade to reshape
the state like politics not with id nor where e go leave your super treated like placebo not the two snakes like eyes crap out try hemers thrice the guy better yet thoth any more and i might have y'all lost

Break you off incrediable style that hence deserves no credit from my mental this democracy the demolition of cohilition uprising hypocrasy my idol reverened al sharpton my idols with the initials of two m's my representative myself my constituates need signatures to sign in for help an s.o.s. i lived in an everglade mess where my neighbors get disinfranchised so the south will settle for less a dumb republican seems born out of incest but its just the fact he's got the golden heffer for his birthday and grandpaps fat retirement check this is typo freestyle so structured undeniable containment tapping to my diabolical delayed on processing the computer screen statements on my handicap i make stronger sentences and wishes i wish like Collin Powell confesses sins in a booth i wish i dreamed a reality where its free to afford a straight tooth i want the truth cause osama's been hiding cause he's double 0 of Al-queda cover blinds like jfk trading bombs kill em dead and keep lying lying stop lying the building about to be on fire reading makes a country great no ufos in the sky and no f.a.a. policy that sticks to its word and no civil right paid assignments assasinating good clients kick the truth to the curb i'm not even upon that herb for the deserved spoken talent this is silent quiet typing i shake the shitty to keep trying showscope productions nagasake the movie princess toadstool entertainment i drop the bomb now you know me sending my warning in parachutes they're the mother fuckers in the blue and red suit keep saddam alive cause we can't afford to be broke without raw in reverse how do my politics spit and distract the poor folk

type freestyling i think is bad for your wrists that write and allows nano's to think longer rather than stepping up and dominating.

Yeah

my skills alone have brung the most terror in the hip hop erA.
thinkin it aint fair, well fuck u, I dont "carA"...
shits locked down by to many weaklings,...ima bout to fix those errors.../
shank like the 3 musketeers than eat my prayer like bears.../
i dont give a fuck if u thnk my shit dont rhyme.../
yeah, whatever sun,..my last encounter with u was handled in no time.../
u got served like some antonia tarver shit.../
you got speard like the goldberg on a wrestling flic../
fuck it, u make me sick,
get off my dick an we wont have anymore problems an shit..

7min bet

peace

forgot my dope as fuck line last time.../
i get pissed when i forget my shine.../
but i dont wanna kick it in the thrown lettin out a constant whine.../
like some stupid dog that wants your hot dog an never stops cryin.../
if that dont rhyme either,..well son,..YOur stupid.../
your rap styles basically a community blueprint.../
same shit, old style...yall done worn out your welcome,...ill fuckin feed ya to the crocidiles.../
check it,...actually,..fuck it,..im gettin bored as hell.../
6 fuckin minutes this time around bitch,..just compare the times an you'll be able to tell

peace

I'll crack your head open an piss in the fracture.../
run dog or ill have my goons run out an youul get captured.../
fuck this,...im out.
sicka than aidz baby,...im all out.

peace

one to set it and first to wreck it a bowling ball to fetch it the pins
you get it they be needless to say pinned down like stiffs to ground held by stones the weight makes men groan like a nine to five every day make it live or worse for weather the season changer
for better like the rough get going when the tough are showing can handle the candle that drip on the mantle where wax is timed telling how much to chime like bells be severing in cerebellums they never in cut loose now caboose split from the whole now to a boot harsher than camps when amped or charged run the judge jury and body guard to drill the serg like giants they might be still not eye to i with he in third like degree the position to oversee watching not looking observe whats cooking
on burners and stove when the heats up who'll rove like karl to a bush and snarl laying crumbs to post
from washington to the left coast any way had my say what's left further more is only to debate

In my mid sentence great minds under one nation pray for military repentence. Depict the deficit fuck the rest of it when I spit hot like the feeling below freezing, fucked your bitch while channel surfing nothing on but she's already pleasing. Teasing like the beauty at the top of the catholic chapel, sinners always hungry licked the juices from my venomous apple. Peachy as we meditate our mental fate, kung fu warrior learn's not to fight and grow wiser like golden weed nuggets of an illuminated state.

yo this shit is wack!!!!! yall niggaz need a digital 4 track and a keyboard/sampler.wasting dope shit while everbodyelse get reach. i got the blunts or not,and my bus ticket. who got the equiptment. for real evreybody bring what you got fuck it come to my spot. down here they got a protools studio right in the mall all we need is a beat cd.i know niggaz aint shook. yo if you real about this shit holla back potluck you know. [email protected]

holy ghost vibe i feel the spider truth is twitching
tempting widow eater wins on the truth be told hyms.

get lost^

get lost lil nigga, he loves gettin his salad tossed.../
no queers allowed, nuff said cuz ima boss.../
of all your dumbass can see.../
write as much as you can but beatin me is gonna take you an eternity.../
fuck this shit, imout

peace

left to clutches to master the dutches who bougth the island making
of cash for beads and trash but allow me to progress like a jones on a market
follow the bull like a flush to stool as i defecate to effiminate for a nine month
period leaves them castrate getting plugged like ears can't hear for fear or scared
remember the shit in your head not f-ing with that douche not trucking wits soul sewed
like knits of lint raising bunnies likes its a nunnery some logic in the gunnery use towers for
cowards where else to string when bowels move forward but to topic this rag that props this
to clean and defile putting straight to last mile seems like a ramble on what i'm ample connect
more than dots to squares like speed knots or lumps for sugar getting harden like a buggar yeah
gets sick when brains start to spit up like babies nose foaming akin to maybe could be rabies
but before i close store must entail to my whore so sell these sweets like substance is
meat and potatoes to eat even nothing is no-thing for sum thing makes the truth ring

Yo,

Weapons stay stashed under blades of grass as i surpass shook mc's fast
My rap wrath starts tha bloodbath endin' any clash watch titans dash
Dartz outlast any cats they just chat and face the pave-ment glass
Last in tha battle to run as i ruin anyone from samari to sho-gun
Re-loading my dart gun to target sons, flows weigh in tons
Spray-in slums til' snakes succumb to tha one dominator
I play position on my mission to earthquake tha equator
Verbal violater prosecute you worthless prayer
Buffy niggas tryin' to bite tha vampire slayer
Brick rap layer located in tha state of confusion
Freestyle improvement mummy wraps ya move-ment
I move winds to receive wins in duels make dudes spin out of control
To increase tha peace i take hold of minds, bodies, and souls

I stand alone figure of impossin death
Scythe to chest MC's trynna fight me take their last breath
Shadow of death, thats what I am da grim reaper
Stalk in shadows Imma deciver
Cuz when I battle punks get hit by a,'sleeper'
Flows deeper, Cuz Imma horseman which means either
Death scythe glistens with blood and decappitated heads
4 horseman nigga, cover more turf than a bed spread

Da Grim Reapa

you flap lips like it's a apocalypse
four horsmen and the reaper on a trip
ground cumbles, trumpet sound rumbles
overcast last days of the world crumbled
but I stumbled out the crib this morning
with sun shining, and birds up soaring
I saw Genius Alla with a coffe cup yawning
didn't look much like the devil's spawn
nappy hair, blank stare wearin' pajamas
had lunch box in hand prepared by his mama!

...nothin personal, bro, just a rhyme. peace.

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Originally Posted by Genius Allah

I stand alone figure of impossin death
Scythe to chest MC's trynna fight me take their last breath
Shadow of death, thats what I am da grim reaper
Stalk in shadows Imma deciver
Cuz when I battle punks get hit by a,'sleeper'
Flows deeper, Cuz Imma horseman which means either
Death scythe glistens with blood and decappitated heads
4 horseman nigga, cover more turf than a bed spread

Da Grim Reapa

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dam I was feel'n that verse. spit some gloomy halloween shit. lol!! peace.

straight off the mop top fresh from the pop shop and the crop stop i can ready ta drop some fresh slop in ya face karate chop not but a hot shot at your education searchin for the mind activation mean time in the location fire burns cremation of this immitation hatian with a lack of information left red faced like masterbation his full time occupation end it termination strangulation suffocation now its time for relaxation after your annihilation exclamation

I run amok, slam my fist into walls
Some'll fuck anything to have a bitch on they balls
Actin like the gun is tucked on em, the son'll buck on em
Air out they bitch jus cuz the bitch is a witness
Y'all ain't in lyrical fitness, stop smokin Canibus
No folk can handle us let alone choke n mangle us
Squeeze ya fuckin neck until ya eyes close
Poke a hole in ya heart and watch ya die slow
Sprayin blood up on some fountain man shit
Squeal like a pig on some mountain man shit
Count em damn clips as they fly at yo face
1, 2, 3, dun you bleed and die wit no grace
rhymes is slow paced, snail slug slippin
Foes race but no escape from rail gun spittin
Advanced technology to match the technique
A Future Thug back in the past to get freaks
Get medieval on em, they pussies bleedin on em
Keep coppin new Tims cuz pussies bleedin on em
Have you eatin on em, ya teeth, you feedin on em
Take a forklift to lift me off from beatin on em
Hook these pork kids to tubes, they feedin on em
Colostomy bag, don't get hot at me fag
Turn you to a Fruitloop if you get hot on me fag
Smilin all at me like you won the lottery fag
Til I smash your fuckin skull like some pottery fag
Suck my balls bizzatch, get ya walls smizzashed
I fuck from albino whizzite to ash blizzack
As long as the ass phizzat, I like hoes thats thick
Flat bizzatch get smizzacked for not knowin that shit
Need a bitch that cause whiplash, necks snizzap
Plus those handskills to make hoes necks snizzap
Which foe next to get wrapped up or hog tied
Sent home for Christmas giftwrapped up and bow tied?
Every day is Thanksgiving, carve turkeys holiday style
Bottle em, then pop they fuckin cork holiday style
Now they want me Locked Up like Holiday Styles
I'm sittin back wipin my dick and ass wit all of they styles

Shit yall aint paper yall just toilet paper!

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Originally Posted by Skale

I run amok, slam my fist into walls
Some'll fuck anything to have a bitch on they balls
Actin like the gun is tucked on em, the son'll buck on em
Air out they bitch jus cuz the bitch is a witness
Y'all ain't in lyrical fitness, stop smokin Canibus
No folk can handle us let alone choke n mangle us
Squeeze ya fuckin neck until ya eyes close
Poke a hole in ya heart and watch ya die slow
Sprayin blood up on some fountain man shit
Squeal like a pig on some mountain man shit
Count em damn clips as they fly at yo face
1, 2, 3, dun you bleed and die wit no grace
rhymes is slow paced, snail slug slippin
Foes race but no escape from rail gun spittin
Advanced technology to match the technique
A Future Thug back in the past to get freaks
Get medieval on em, they pussies bleedin on em
Keep coppin new Tims cuz pussies bleedin on em
Have you eatin on em, ya teeth, you feedin on em
Take a forklift to lift me off from beatin on em
Hook these pork kids to tubes, they feedin on em
Colostomy bag, don't get hot at me fag
Turn you to a Fruitloop if you get hot on me fag
Smilin all at me like you won the lottery fag
Til I smash your fuckin skull like some pottery fag
Suck my balls bizzatch, get ya walls smizzashed
I fuck from albino whizzite to ash blizzack
As long as the ass phizzat, I like hoes thats thick
Flat bizzatch get smizzacked for not knowin that shit
Need a bitch that cause whiplash, necks snizzap
Plus those handskills to make hoes necks snizzap
Which foe next to get wrapped up or hog tied
Sent home for Christmas giftwrapped up and bow tied?
Every day is Thanksgiving, carve turkeys holiday style
Bottle em, then pop they fuckin cork holiday style
Now they want me Locked Up like Holiday Styles
I'm sittin back wipin my dick and ass wit all of they styles

Shit yall aint paper yall just toilet paper!

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yeah^^^

yes. the smokin bullet holes inside ur partner
make me think darker, ull get canceled like the parkers
loud screams the soundtrack to a sidistic, mental state
my sugar ray darts will crush ya gental face and make ya dentals brake
fo shizure ill make u snoop troops sound like shizzit
leave la layin flat till genius allah pay u a visit
grimm tales, not deaths ass, but best belive i kick it
vicious, im pure evil killed a bitch callin me wicked
soft sentimentals get kung fu gripped bazooka blast
a 7 body platoon leader not afraid to shoot ya ass
my rusty chipped hatchet,must be named casket
cuz thats where it puts these crusty lipped bastards
cemetery tenant, pay rent in dead pesants
i got more bodies on this shovel than the yankees got penants
like skales my lungiez uranium
my dick nicknamed chimp, and bitches always give my monkey some cranium

I get more paper than printers venomous vocals vandalize contenders
Come enter my chamber and i'll maim a ranger hang em' high blazer
Movers n' shakers get shanked tha human skin shaver
Gettin' major love lyrics stay ugly as pugs thugs catch billy clubs
Sword in guts you lay in tha gutter wit drug needles i'm evil cuz
My missles skud blow ya spot up in smoke before ya woke up
I'm a king like Tut packin' tha god-u that'll put a hole in u like a donut
Got tha block sown with home grown smoke in ya skull pass tha bones
Spray clones like cologne after tha throne kings get stoned
Queens get boned til' they orgasim give em' sore spasims
I stay spazzin' murder tha track dragon phantom
Lampin' under lanterns countin' green tha Jim Bean drunken fiend
Since it's almost Halloween i'll pumpkin carve ya face open scream

i spits strands of fire a hit man for hire called Rock
D is defined like defender of time i got the game locked
i pro hop and rock mics on teknickle styles wit no issues
nigga sweat my style so their tear drops need tissue
to whipe them of the floor they need no more they had enough
callin them out on royal flush cause they ass is just bluff
so stay hushed i'm the freestyle elite from the wu's dart temple
i spit, shadow box and also train in kenpo
so tell yo sensai that its not okay to mess wit a Wu miniac
over confident dont give a fuk rhyme scheme briniac
and thats the facts jack dont like it then dont read
get, smoked ,blazed like hemp old style weed
its all greed in here you danm queer now steer yo ass out my path
if you aint ready for the pain u aint ready for the wrath
so stay outcasted dont get blasted and splattered
u dont really wanna finish the beef that u gathered

i was that practicin for the turney lol if ya can gimme a comment thnx

it's time to bring the static, my semiautomatic rifle will leave niggaz climatically athsematic//
hmm, this is problematic, my programmic style imprints my face with a smile//
casuse my sniper rifle has you in my sights, ill smoke you up brighter than a festival of lights//
tonights festivities are filled with abnormalities, your vearin visions will be blinded by my lyrical incisions//
you'll feel the rush like splittin' 2 wrists/its seerin' adrenalin consumes your mind in a shrouded cloud of mystic bliss//
your in a hopeless situation, i scope out my enimies through my observation//
check the wind pattern, im headed east to unleash this beast upon you like a family feast//

fork usin chop stick flinger, top dick swinger
leave ya body covered in plaster only expose 1 finger
trappin u, toss darts in a sopisticated magnitude
u dropped out of rappin school while i graduated magna cum
makin the provolone, werk ya byrd to the bone
the nunchaku will stop u from from ever makin it home
its time to bring the, volts of electricity, fuck static
discovered it, deployin it, my moniker dusk franklin
pockets bubble, inside tips on stock lotsa trouble
fuck the dirt ill leave u under the rocks and rubble
blood spangled, katana, mangle wires tangled
thats what god made hands for sprewell knows how to strangle
i never got jumped im man im like 7'5
my mac 11 rhymes will lesson any fellon and get there melon fryed
gas ya brigades, plasma grenades, ya ass will get played
when it hits 12 o'klok u no ya ass shooda prayed

damn this is startin to get uff

i meant tuff

from my torment to tore men in tournaments meant to turn mints
i condense when indent using my index to recheck what flexes for a
deck besides the boat or float from backs on moats after chaffed like oats
they said neigh to a bor not my brother for house no store for wares
to wear like hoods when bare all to show gall that get split like a wilt
seperated from the alive no longer strive to survive now vive with born bent
from haunch played dumb too blind seeking the death unheard like first word
that gave birth from the rough as politic for when they came used the jagged to treat the savage like mutes playing chutes trying to gather around my ladder for many colors like joe's self to joshuah's hosanna lament the lame mentals that men tool being mules carrying the load though puffed like toads wanting to be foals
out the gate only four coming straight the others burn hate to cool frustrate from demonstrate stray daemons like bait seeded son to man and nip pulling whats late
just anoither page i erased like a wall defaced with licks of salt washing to white the positive to negs fire that don't burn vegs out in dregs of land of minds where each
demented man of journey takes a hurry not to be seen from mint id seam ticking polis gleam

fortified with tecnique thats iller than small pox,
im big- time, yall cats still slingin meth in the boondocks.
most mc's, would beef, and talk shit behind plexi-glass,
my slugs make bodies slim like crack junkies on medifast.
im gifted,
lifted on herb, dutch master splifted,
precice, assassinate mics,strike, like i got night vision....
high volume dealer of dope, that comes in metaphors,
absorb swords and throw them back at you and cut your vocal cords.
the illest,
die harder than bruce willis, and with a vengance,
pop the demo tape and then play,
chop headz like butcher scissors,
fake, booty-rappers get plasterd, stuck up like fly catcher paper, catch vapors,
chop myth-makers with dull razors.
electrified,
plenty snakes float, the ones that testified,
fuck "let it ride"
destroy pussy rappers like i was pesticide.

bruce willis may be unbreakable or die hard//
but my flows bombard without any regard, //
for the weak, the sick, or even the untalented,//
my addicted, asphyxiated and unassisted battery//
leaves niggaz aggitated and fixated of my mastery.//
im new to the game, yes this is true,//
but my mind is hard on viagra and ill shoot it into you.//
"for shephards we shall be, for thee my lord for thee"//
ill leave you standing doubfounded and infected, rejected, neglected, and even unprotected,//
fuck choppin' myth-makers with a bunch of dull razors,//
ill go futuristic on their ass with star wars lasers//
cause im the future, im the new millennium,//
i work my mind as if i was workin out at a gymnasium//

fuck workouts, your sweatin like juice, with bloody glove in hand,
get popped quick, like cheap ass tires, and broken rubber bands.
i mash out cats that rhyme like one-liners and ameture's,
i stay laced, you work at B.K. wrappin them sandwiches.
gimmie fries with that please....
oh please dont hurt me pedigree, you talk tough, but get broke fast, like you was filligree or china plates,
you live with your moms, and prolly buy my tapes.
you "BOONDOCK SAINT"
spit garbage, your barely feather weight,
i wrap your ass in CARBONITE ond use you for a PAPERWEIGHT.

sssuuuccckkkaaa.......hahahahahahhaaaa

hahaha, good thing someone knew what i was talking 'bout. good shit Dankzilla man, good shit.

thanks man....you pretty sick too bro.

i fuckin love the boondock saints by the way. dope ass flick. lol

hell yeah, man. i love talking about movies in my lines.

check it....


i dwell in the temple of darts,
its not how simple it starts,
it bulds to critical parts.

dope lyricist, break popes till they spiritless,
the fear submits killin off snakes like i was merciless....

rap designer, i carve lyrics like diamond miners,
bold fibers, shine like gold fronts laced up with saphires.

peep knowledge like deep scholars who make mack dollars,
rhymes deeper than porno pussy, i drop novels.

spokes person for dope verses and how to break purses
snatch cream,
voodoo rappers like natty dread curses.