Official Freestyle Thread

just home from hell with some stories to tell bout niggaz with crushed skullz and topless bitches locked in cells.../
u dont wanna see where i been, throw u into toxic shock.../
demon's will fuck u so hard you'll forget how to walk.../
so dont talk, im one of those devils.../
come here from time to time, take u to the highest levels.../
u aint shit, my realm is fire brimstone for days.../
get on your knees, im the rap kali ma Sicka than aidz.../
rip your heart out your chest then set fire to your flesh.../
make your fam eat whats left of the melted mess.../
of victims...im a holocaust to rappers, cept im out to kill all man kind.../
the only thought i get when your around is "chop his head off an fuck his girls behind.../
sawed off shotgun fuck u up sun,..cant run,...blam your done.../
aint fun when that fuckin buckshots chasin your ass.../
street sweep your corner an leave your whole hood dead in the grass.../
i aint fuckin kiddin, tie u to my whip an zip down the strip.../
strip u naked first and see how many speed bumps i can hit.../
u fucks think your all that,...fine wit me, keep lyin to yourself,.../
dont hurt your self boy cuz i wont answer your cry's for help.../
u should do your self a favor an sell your computer.../
chop off your hands or something, u need a rap tutor.../
and it aint gonna be me because i dont give a fuck bout none of yall.../
wrote this shit in less then ten minutes, the whole time i was scratchin my balls.

pir
peace

Me n SickaLeave Deep Slits, equipped with Deadly Adhesive's
thats spittin "Hotness" like Heat Vents
How come they Seem Tense, Problems Come with believe'n
Make em Bleed Flesh then they Flee Death
Cuz Hatas felt what they "thought " Like He was Readin'
These Fools think they can compete in Spits
but how is that if they won't Come Meet da Kids
We be Obsolete with Scripts, wit no Real Weaknesess
Ending each Existence With, Defeat from our Convince'n Spits

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Originally Posted by SpOk3N

Thanks O3EY...

Are u in the Miami Area? I've seen O3EY On alot of walls as of late....curious to see if that was you

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i think he is that dude obey, makes stickers an clothes an shit, i stole his avy on a different site an waste12(montreal fag) turned it into a cookie monster

u guys are dumb

graff artists make that shit, u actually think O3eu is that good that peeps be paintin his face all over, they have one of everybody even bob ross!

Anotha muthafucka say "Crunk" I'll kill em.
That shit is wack.

Check it out.
Wreck ya fuckin tech like a malicious comp virus
I blast and snap ya head back like infections of the sinus
like linus, I pack a blanket wherever I go
the cops don't know
that in it lies the heat that blows
ya fortress up like ballistic missiles
it sticks just like a bristle
drop the body in the river
knowin ya family miss you
here's the issue.
Ya pop shit, makin ya mouth spit,
involuntarily. Pink mist all over tha cement.

Offa that fake gansta shit. Drop a hot 16 and toss away the clip.

I smash rappers sayin that they spit the best//
and now they hearts soundin like gorrillas beatin they chest//
Bitch you kno you dont even show tha true hip-hop//
1-2, ya don't stop until my verse gets dropped//
at ya show, see ya shakin wit the mic in ya grip//
this be the 6th shot, now I got 10 in the clip.//
Crack ya lips, but nothin comes out,
ya coughin up blood.//
Now what's that you said about my bombs bein duds?//
Verse blast like luger's rip mic's like Freddy Krueger.//
I do ya. Then throw ya rotten corpse into a sewer.//
I can't be deflected by crosses, or garlic,//
ya harmless, my darts make holes in metal armors.//
I come brandishin weapons tha sever ya fuckin skeletons//
Im evidentally blastin ya presence back to the essence//
and ya guessin that im testin ya will. Don't try to flatter me//
I zap ya fuckin energy like opposites of batteries//

Rep me plz.

were theres a live givin theres a life taken,segments,sawed off shots
to leave your body vaccant,in fragments,under the dirt to dispearce
the stagnance,yo magniums,only 1 blast to mask, the mug you popped
last,no questions asked when the kadverz in the fucken trash,spine detatched
by a slug in the back,cause most raps,they make me laugh,fucken giggle and gasp,then grasp a sharpend blade and slice kidz in half,break my fist off they fucken face, while my clickz still kicken the ass, morbid and wack son its just the basics the time and place kid cut out your tounge son left you tasteless...............

any feed back on that ninjaz

i help the devil co-sign your death certificate
motherfucker, i'll measure your breath in inches//
burning the side of your dome
ruling your domaine shouldn't be a suprise hoe//
ryhming like my life depends on it
deadlyniss, i crept n shitid//
all your soldiers i can handle
the holsters in my hand, n bust it'll//
ya'll bitches, i deal with your emotions
riot on your face, steal during the comotions//
ask me if i'm trying to kick knowledge
ask where i'm at, shit, the ledge//
feel the matches fellas
ask who i am, a godfather type goodfella//
ya whole damn crew gets shot quick
to end the drama ya'll washed up like lint//

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Originally Posted by Eversick666

any feed back on that ninjaz

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u need format kidd........
ya skillz is tyte.......

but try and rework ya format like this:

BETTER FORMAT
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xxxxx x xxxxx x ryme
xxxx xxxx xxx ryme
xxxxxxx x xxxx x ryme



YOURS IS LIKE
xxxx xxxx xxx ryme xxxxx x x
xxx x ryme xxxxx xxxxx ryme
x ryme x x x ryme xxx ryme xx
ryme xxx ryme xx ryme xxxxxx


Cuz dunno-1 wanna read a paragraph dog.









TRY THIS.... more easy to read thru.
BETTER FORMAT
xxxx xxxxx xx ryme
xxxxx x xxxxx x ryme
xxxx xxxx xxx ryme
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Originally Posted by Eversick666

were theres a live givin theres a life taken,segments,sawed off shots
to leave your body vaccant,in fragments,under the dirt to dispearce
the stagnance,yo magniums,only 1 blast to mask, the mug you popped
last,no questions asked when the kadverz in the fucken trash,spine detatched
by a slug in the back,cause most raps,they make me laugh,fucken giggle and gasp,then grasp a sharpend blade and slice kidz in half,break my fist off they fucken face, while my clickz still kicken the ass, morbid and wack son its just the basics the time and place kid cut out your tounge son left you tasteless...............

any feed back on that ninjaz

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das a hard rhyme but i found it sorta difficult to view ya flow.
put it in a bar format
by using bar format, it makes ya lines more flowable and people can feel ya beat. still solid tho keep up tha gud work

Metaphor spoke..bettah quote or chokehold will grip ya throat..I soak mostly in poemz wrote by queen..
queen equalz dimepiece.. shez lethal.. lyrically teach u then beat blue out ya blood befo oxygen knockz it red..
topicz dead cuz of toxic text..noonez able to reply..fog then dence smoke robz ya best known state..awake in coma..
shaken from aroma..stare wit ya quaked focus.."u great" Hopeless!.. once awoken ya soft spoken..JAW tossed open..
blood trace flowin..face blown in..nose broken..realize ya been approached then fainted.. poked in ribz..

Childs play, them kidz need bibs da way they spit.. quick to get did cause they ani’t think it was when it is.. SIN! fully loaded & sick spittin non written on rhythm to hit ‘em like a million neo nano bombs.. then beat ‘em to death wit their blown off arms.. making soap from their skin is da type shit I’m on.. come on, ya gone get it.. da don did done set it.. hitting heads hard like headache.. I migraine .. the future cant fuck with my time frame.. leave ya mind slain with pain when I take aim.. spit flames @ this rap game.. these weak type kidsz is 2 blame.. da times done change I’m back from the future catch me in Fallujah with a bazooka..

most are fake half baked rookies
cookies crumblin cant be understood like wookies
fake mc's tryin to exploit the system
if all were gone non would mis em
so let me diss em, they just laggin behind
hard to find can see it comin even if they hit rewind
niggas pussy 'fraid to speak they minds
i let minds blow like yo hoes suckin me off
them bitches aint piggeons they half ass crows
i throw bows bombardmets of full force
hand out woopin like meals full coarse
a work horse non can do it like i
so bow down or get punched in yo right eye

yo, thx for the feed man,my shits a little twisted but my flow is me
let's rhyme sometime ninja!.

one hondo
peace..........


eversick666}) })

shit.... the bowl hits just wore off.... Keystyle

if you willing to die the heats blow
i'm out for your head, neck, arms, legs, n feet bro
out for your glistening jewels
i know even the haters listening fool
so why bother try n hate me
leave a bitch half to death cuz i'm that lazy
killers throw you in the river to float easy
oxymoron, you shook, shiver when you hold the 9 milli
no joke, i smoke till the pains gone
i leave em fake crooks laying cuz the pains long
its real rum in my throat
leave em bling bling fellas shaking when i gloat
making ya'll history
ya'll left in misery
i do this fo real can't you tell
its fo real, my flows steal the L
i got new connects repping the game
like faggits stuck in the draws got teks setting you straight
i twist off at you like wine tops
don't hate, i got the fine drops
chewing ya'll like dogs n gum
ya flaws, ya short like midgets for one
who's stopping the boy
like negatives i'm dropping ya noise
bang ya dead
n you know i take ya breaths

hold ya reps, careful steps cant get you killed
you rep a set ,but throwin down'll get you skinned n filled
St. Kula talks smack, not like that frog or your virgin raps
in fact, sounds like you need your head busted from the way ya jaw flaps
your styles out dated, like an oven to a microwave
died to save, your reps slowly gettin pried away
fine be brave, just an arrogant fucker
you born to suffer, the genetic curse of havin two mothers





just a lil smidgeon

spittin and infectin injection the fuckers steppin
ma weapons i use for reppin its temptin but i kept it
im crazy ill run you down in a stolen merecedes
jump of the edge of the globe while im holdin a baby
hopin you pay me for soap coz im hungry
mu'fucka a chewed off the nose last time they dun hung me
fuckin incarcaration im steady pacin and blastin
runnin from the nationn no hesitation for askin
i attack mad fast and a crack u bastards
get a smack for main course and a slap for afters

you know i'm like hop scotch, get shits jumpin
i rent what ya thumpin n keep it gettin some lovin
if you bring a stack, best believe i keep that
rivers, ya body systems blood seeps like that
throw down the well, drown quite well
bang off, ya brains on the wall, cuttin pounds swell
i'm sparking, my eyes is sparkling bling
beat that, not gonna lie, average dick size but offing in ya bitch
guzzle motherfuckers like a bottle of beer
while your pissing yourself like a bottle of fear
i won't be broke, you get the 1st round defeat like bulls with no mj
i'm like Lebron, you know i get them J's
you ain't gangsta, thats the weed n liquor talking
like white wangstas, it seems your bitter just walking
i'mma chop ya neck, but ya back first
i ain't quiet, but like sign language you know i clap first

im a shifty muthfucka in ya yard with an axe
when i chop ya head its kinda hard to react
im blinded by lies and im trapped in the darkness
drugs , alcohol , blood stains on the carpet
some say sycopathic i prefer the term krazi
runnin with ma hatchet and its M.I.C. baybeee
wit precision am hittin em get ma writtens am spittin em
have ya sittin on kittens look like ya trippin on ritolin
Ive been trapped all ma life in this world of thugs
does it reli surprise you i never learned 2 love?
and when it comes to respect i think ive earned enuff
burn ya bumfluff bruv i aint concerned with fuzz
peoples gaze in amazement brains is on the pavement
insane shit the pain it flames and i display this
rage to the place ya aim is to be famous
but trains from the lane will reign and leave ya nameless
grab the lead from ya pencil slash ya with the sickness
shove it up yo asscrack believe i mean business

ya business is warped, your styles quacks like a duck
feeling absorbed, imma still wipe the floor with this punk
you hold your head high, like u good at shit
gods rath is a bitch, zap u to earth with scoliosis
so you best brace yourself, when i say hows it hangin

illusions you all create for yourselves, you live to dwell, terrefied to sin for the sake of hell.
punishment becomes foresight, you instigate falure, and as a human being its your right.
courageous people we see daily, those who walk past and judge these, helpless to civilisations hypocrisy.
then theres disease, opinions to be made by everybody, whos to blame after we enter our graves?
but fuck that shit, our lives are crazy enough and we just wanna get on with it, get bitches to suck dick and even ride it for a bit.
maybe choke on a hootah, puffin deliscious outdoor buddah, drinkin to forget and double hitting the shootah.
drop them tabs of LSD for euphoric visions to see, i would rather snort my MDMA than opt to pop that E.
so at the end of the day civilization may leave me astray, cos imma rebel from now on and imma begin it today...

in the back of the classroom popping vicodin
fightin the struggles i learn thru my eyes kid
theres only life or death nowadays
theres only trouble i see when clowns spray
got presidents stacked to the sky
big trouble, ya pimps back tonight
livits the reaction they recieve
dead bodys hangin like the reefs
i judge wisely, punish timely
memorys the film, pun easily
the ebola virus, i'm the king of the isles
watch as walk alone singing the green miles

green miles from white stones that make fiends smile
bullets bite bone, blood drippin fuck up your clean tile
see me wit an ice grill or a mean smile but nothin funny
yall hollow head bitches bout to catch some fuckin dummies
from the black glock under the tummy, its game over
crack rocks guns and the money in ya range rover
drive off wit it all, yall propped up to fall
all that gun talk but you aint poppin at all

i uppercut with fury in my knuckles
rattle ya teeth like they got loose buckles
open ya face up like my fists are sycles
warm sensation over ya face as your blood trickles.
my epinephrine kicks in as imma put you in a coma,
pumping through my veins as the rage takes over
unstopable force causing Phaeochromocytoma
im a fucking crazed beast with the force of a viper
presicion accuracy with each blow like the skills of a sniper
wake six months later to your mom whos now your ass wiper
in such a vegitated state you cant even masterbate
i tried to warn you fools but you still wanted to test fate...

stuck in the country g but still a legend
so many peices like chess games, can't even decypher his own men
running east to west like tom n jerry
bombing ya cherrys, stopping you varies
giving you the westside story
bitch lay down for me
i open up a can of worms n shit gets glory
on a son of sam killing spree
but nothing to worry b, cuz you, please
wishing i was in a doggy position
wanting to bone a few, but we all percieve you got foggy ambitions

Word, I Like It

me n Sicka den aids, Hit ya clique' with slits wit Blades
Pist n Gay, we Strip ya Fags, with Slick Displays of these pricks mistake
Rich?? we take...Wrists Ripped of Gifts we Gave, Switched ya brain
as ya Wits Incave, cuz our styles our sicc like a Invinsible Plague
thats Mixed wit' Mist Wisps', and we Spit clips at Pic nic's
I Lust n greed when me n' BigBen, is in da Luxury
while dummy's be, in da Pigpen, Dunked in Sea's
while me and da Big Heads Drink Ten, Ink Pens
and in an Instant we got In Shit
from crush's ta hookers then Pigeons
hot smoke from Pistons, as we Plot Fo' yo Rich Kids

yo havent been around lately so i prolly didnt miss much.../
thats cuz im the ninja keepin it real an the rest of yall str8 up suck.../
i be makin shit happen while yall be fakin like you rappin.../
talkin bout shit u be cappin,...me, shrap, spoken, dangerous an ben fuckin read half your shit an we nappin.../
so whats happenin, u think u can bang wit the meanest.../
big shout to woodrow, slim T, captain save a ho, u niggaz couldnt blow hole's thru kleenex.../
fuckin chumps, wu bangaz will level u fucks.../
movin weight,..im so big i look like i ate dump trucks for lunch.../
growin up where i was raised u niggaz wouldnt last 2 days.../
fuckin fags, fuck you pussys, im always gonna be envied by u toys cuz u know its true that im sicka than aidz...

peace

double edged blade slicin with the vocal force
official ninja martial artist comin from the vocal source
u can visualize my rhymes, visible lyrical destruction
no disruption on my function hot volcanic eruption
Sirkulator, demonstrator supreme rhyme creator
the greater style is mine, original originator
cut the thread in half leave the remains concealed
horizontal or vertical image not virtual its real
i treat my lyrics as a language thats foreign
above the game like jordan, pourin scorchin shots im soarin

It's Simple G, the way my Sympathy Singles Me out of this lyrical Symphony
Miracles every other Century, Essentially, Progression Processes Professions
Sew Text Heads, so now ya know a Legend, blow da Smith n wessen
shot a foe on my block Shoutin Bold remarks SToled his Heart, Throw the DArt, it sticks in ya Throat n Blows ya Apart , i got da Masterful gift of GAb that spits with jabs, watch out it'll Hit ya Lad, Pick a plan with Tricks like Hats
My life is bullied by Hatred, Why tonight must i Shapeshift
from a Patient Grave Digga with Patience
ta a Plantiff with Lame spits, its Plain SicC
the way my Day Ends, Make friends, Take Treasure and Display Sin

Those two last - best I've read this week (I think :D)!

P.S. Can I comment ya freestyle? I'm planing to post something here - but I'm such an idler... :D :D :D

comment away

I'd commennt them even without ya permit :D :D :D :D :D 8)

well if ur not gonna comment then spit

One of the illest whiteboys five hours south of Detroit
I make mad noise with the rhymes I annoint
Battle rappers I avoid, unless they ask for decapitation
Obsessive compulsive rapper, put you in your place
So fuck your dot-com website, and your Razr cell
Leave you hate on your voice mail and URL
Give you deconstructive criticism, not a nice guy
Throw you off a building, window washers watch you fly by
Only way I'd be a flash in the pan
Is if someone threw a smoke bomb into cookery, take a good look at me
And let me know if my free flow sucks
Like complimentary vacuums on hotel room rugs
Givin' you four seasons, and more than a few lesions
Hand me a crown of leaves and twigs, and I'm Caesar
More high and holy than Jewish festivals
Cut off the blood flow to you nuts like disconnected testicles

well - you're livin' in LV but ya rhymes are full of NY - that's cool! The big letters and the names are sign of knowledge (I men what's going on 'round). The rythm : +!!! The technique - 9/10. Some lines even remind me 1992-94 year ;)

my flyness so high I got more than one "alter-eagles"
my flow is so loooonnng, u know i had to make many sequels
my stash is so thick, buy ya gurl's body "feet-ures" instead of kicks
my rhymes are so sacred, they had to be kept in armed pits.

neva ticklish ridiculous rippin this im a hypnotist
breakin from ma chrysalis killin ya like im syphilis
chewin upon some liquorish spittin this steady kickin it
u know u cant get with this killa shit krazy lyricist
i spit shit formidable a criminal with sylables
never come subliminal ma lyricals original
spiritually phyiscal am always spittin literal
miracles be flippin futuristic from the biblical
im sick of these memories tellin me that eventualy
my life will be steadily endin left with no energy
burried in the cemetry yellin see for the weaponary
overcome it chemically ready 4 any enemy
slash tracks and attack ya blast the rap mastas
after the lafter glass will crack faster
bastards will catch ya crack ya wack actors
capture the action fasta comin atcha!
listen to the speakers features eat ya like some pizza
loadin up the heater 2 seater fuck up ya sneakers
listen to the preacher 2 teach ya the grim reapa
carry blood in litres 2 feed the beats creatures

back from anotha exadus the rock continues
eatin half ass mc's that on the menus
capt of the Force a gunus i mean genious
commander of the battalion of million minions
wanna cry here is onions for yo pigions
reckin crews better yet legions
cuz im the doom that asumes high position in this temple
a monster of cermonies so shit i tremple
trample rum drinkin as i rumble and hum
shootin starts and darts now u see me like cum
lame bums i beat chumps like drums
got ya bleadin like gengavitis and gums
leave lumps and limp lims with bumps
a master of mathematics i'm trig ya still in sums
so add this up im the dow jones and up
ya broke stock a weak bet aka a flop
so please drop like cops in the LA times
put down yo brain leave to me the rhymes
so try to catch up like hines
cause i aint comin back fo u even if u pressed rewind

dont listen to the rhetoric/man with the biggest dick/a legend in your midst, consider it/
im back from an exodus/leavin post-its signed "you cant fuck with us"
took my rhymes and travelled far/went to the sky as a shining star/ found myself back on earth in a dining car/ gota drug enduced mentality cause we took it too far/
journeyed to the east, where they kill kids/
journeyed into the beast, where the thrill lives/
hung with some of the least and the conversation was just spilled fibs/
went down south/where they all sound like a sycophant/dont even have to open they mouth/to shout like an ignorant
took the train to the west/packed a pb&j and a girl named jess/in a sun dress/for the first time didnt have to bring the vest/hit the floor with some serious zest/ended up alone back on the train nevertheless
now im back/greeted with applause/here to roll the wack/ off the edge of the falls/so while your favorite emcee stalls/ waitin for that "oh hes back"/
ima be writin workin out the flaws