Official Freestyle Thread

Chicks who contradict/lord hza/
end up/lesbianz and shit/
end up/liken clits/instead of suck'n on the/
dick/i'm powerful as shit/i rock/
allah ringz/
your head 360 spins/i'm striken wit the force of/hellz wind/
yo/yo/yo/
lady wu/you can't fuck wit my stamina/
36 timez i'm straight stabbin her/spanish meth/
the pain bringahz/the one who ain't scared to call a/
black supremist/nigga/down to make for figgahz/
fingerz designed to pull triggerz/hard liquerz/destroy/
liverz/bodiez start to shiver/the so called hardest/is the first to start to/quiver run and turn tail/
stick to writing/urban fairy talez

Caguas killah indian/
run up in your settlement/
slam your kid against the hardest rock/
till i hear scah plat/
bitch/to a poorman/i'm filthy fuck'n rich

are you boricua wu-tang mamacita?
got any naked pictures of you lay'n around?
hhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?
well do you?

fuck this shit i WANNA BATTLE MAGANI AND DRUNKEN MONK ON SOME TAG TEAM SHIT
I CHOOSE SKAM POPE AS MY PARTNER

All my niggaz were you at in the back in the front
boricua killa beez on thee
attack

niggas is dyin to live like the giants anikims
well let them pledge allegiance 2 somethin other then the real wu fam
get em hit like crash dummys take the money let the blood drip
enough reality like maury povich my trigger finger never itch
blast desert eagles like the shits easy
1000 push ups a day keep my wrist from goin limpy
151 rum drinker monk with 6 dots thought thinker
eat smoke sleep live with the chi
the technique downloadable for your mp3s
yea i walk thru the valley of death fearin none
cuz im the baddest 1 in there since micheal died
im the new king of pop ppk blaster
catch comin thru your hoods and area face on the poster
justice affiliated with the nra like the persians and pompeii
drunk shadow boxer finger jabs and tiger blocks
dragon upper cuts knock contenders out the socks
wu said prepare for mic fights and cold war
nigga aint listenin dressin like strippers in 500 colors
and gettin emo like al b. sure i read the memo slaughter house
nigga think rap is dyin its ok ill apear like the burnin bush
gatherin troops train recruits takin hits of the papa kush
look stop comin 2 battles like you menstration and get to murderin foes like
the kennedy administration

Yo yo/
as you walk through /the valley of the shadow of def/
you shall fear all evilz/def valley def dealerz/
welcome 2 defrock/the sequel/
broadcasting live from/def island/
another def jam/
a monstar from space jam/sandwitch jelly jamz/fuck up your whole program/
pigz are scared of us cause they we know we/
devour ham/blood of sam/comin at ya like the son of sam/
just because my peoplez don't give a dam about you or your fam/posse/click/crew/unit/or clan
this m.c. Never failed to plan/
it's/wu-dang/god dam/i'm the man wit the mastah plan/
blue prints and the 8 diagrams/it's the year 2008/did you forget/
to check your diafram

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Originally Posted by HZA HECTOR

fuck this shit i WANNA BATTLE MAGANI AND DRUNKEN MONK ON SOME TAG TEAM SHIT
I CHOOSE SKAM POPE AS MY PARTNER

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First you want to battle me, then you don't consider me an MC, so you won't battle me, now you want to battle me again??? How about this- put some shit on wax. Any fool can sit in front of a keyboard and make shit up, sometimes even sounding half decent (though your internet 'freestyles' don't even meet that simple standard), but only a rapper can rap. Are you a ghostwriter, or a rapper? Can you really control the mic like an MC supposed to? How is your delivery? Do you sound as incompetent as you are illiterate? Naw bro, battling me might raise your status too much, even after you lose...

hahaha
its palehorse, binging duh truth with the light force
you fakes soft,im destroying evil and its farce
the real get props you fakes get demolished by my thoughts
so fuck off

This is for drunkenmonk/mangani/and dusk

(dunken dragon fist)
strike you wit the/dragon fire/
tattoo needlez/
attached to metal/machanical electrical enginez and wirez/
it's like being bitten by the fangs of a/posiones/king cobra/
or/venomous vipah/nu jeruz/
zu ninjaz/5 foot hypah snipah/got you wear'n/
dipahz again/never again/
my dear friends will i be shitted on again/this lyrical kung-fu mastah/
ain't scared 2 text battle/
got you shitten on your self again/fuck wit the contenderz/
that/the destineyz/send/what the fuck do you desire/royal king/
lord/survivor

Yo/yo/
what does it take to be a/
kung-fu master/like/
rebel i.n.s.ez/
shaolin style/
i strike strategic points/
recoil/and strike/
strategic points again/
unparralled levelz of pain/
i'll/grapple hook/hoyce gracie/
you into/unorthodox positions/
unparralled levelz of pain

(drunken diciple of god)
bring it/2 yah/like/
jewz vs. Hzballah/
geneticly engineered genius like/gza/
razor sharp/tongue like/rza/
many stylez/like/mza/
4 those who remembah/
king just/black fist/
mistic of the gods/warriorz drum/
caguas killa indioz/cero cero siete veinti cinco/
my negroz/
def rock/
this fuck'n/islands overunned/by serpenteen lizards/
no disrespect to/
lza/lizardi/
just drink bacardi/
makes the girlz horny/
j.t.s. Can not afford me/
i'm a certified/poppy chulo/
like/don dinero/what the fuck is next/
mr.money/you know what the fuck is up/
this/killabee/luvz/the honeyz/
quick/2/sting/
wu warriorz/up in the ring

Yo/
(double drunken vision)
all the shit you fucken wrote/
is fucken/science fiction/
all my shit is/
science fact/
negative vs. Positive versus/causez/
science friction/
pussiez get licked in/
69 positionz/
we youse tah bust a nut up in an instant/
now we get are dicks sucked consistent/in/
69 positionz/
so stop front'n like ah/
villian/
alcholiks/wit beef/
keep on/fuck'n drinken

(drunken sword)
i don't/beef/or write shit/
because i'm bored/drunken monk's/
tombstone/headstone/
readz/
died of old age/
not alchole poisioning/
r.i.p./ressurect in/p.e.a.c.e.

"a bit of bacardi mixed wit coffee and milk in a ice cup taste realy good." you have a nice d.e.y."

cash iz c.r.e.a.m.

American cream team/
is back on the scene/
more/cheddah more bread/
2/put/food in our seedz

Mangani got folded up/
wit more foldS than/
the art of/origami

"look daddy i made a duck out of construction paper."

wu-babiez run yah pampahz/
snatch your formulah bottle/
eat all yah babyfood/

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09 to the year twenty twelve
its hard to keep rifles on the mother fucking shelf
self lord master of self
roll solo do for delf
its like yall talking with a clef lip
i cant understand it
85% of minds conquered by nonsense and violence
but until we reach the next
im counting shells and clips
waiting for a come up
from the slums up
its lonely at the top
highlander chops
the blood of kings flows thru my livestock
what up ox
for all my people from the block
the peeps on the street and cell locks
we all tryin to eat, fuck the cops!

wnd n tha pale horse hit ya wit a gale force make u a frail corpse
hit ya with tha flail that i sailed towards, your chainmail's Torn
ya'll fail ta perfom your delivery with da flow even if ya mailed yours
impale hordes on two by 4'z, with nine inch nails that'll leave ya pale permanently

Texaco mexi-a-flow throw domes back like bowling balls
Ripple through times fall crash your party with a younger Ed hardy/
Marcus Garvey Manobo desert appeal weld a sword n shield
Force your team to kneel before the legions of ZOD/
My arms are hard but if you got the ghetto green
I’m representing Krypton spit neon glow in the dark with red eyes/
Dead you guys by the verbal’s I release like dyes tied up tees
Spit cha geez my pieces be lethal to any emcee I see through/
Your all skeleton, all bones no flesh
You don’t got no meat on ya bones to wrestle with/
Take your date back with carbon prints
When I ink heads they get erased like hard drives/

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Originally Posted by HZA HECTOR

This is for drunkenmonk/mangani/and dusk

(dunken dragon fist)
strike you wit the/dragon fire/
tattoo needlez/
attached to metal/machanical electrical enginez and wirez/
it's like being bitten by the fangs of a/posiones/king cobra/
or/venomous vipah/nu jeruz/
zu ninjaz/5 foot hypah snipah/got you wear'n/
dipahz again/never again/
my dear friends will i be shitted on again/this lyrical kung-fu mastah/
ain't scared 2 text battle/
got you shitten on your self again/fuck wit the contenderz/
that/the destineyz/send/what the fuck do you desire/royal king/
lord/survivor

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Are you deliberately trying not to rhyme? Are you trying to sound smart by saying "metal mechanical electrical engines and wires"? That's some retarded redundant shit, don't cha think? And I don't know of any non-venomous king cobra, or viper, so that's redundant too. You ain't scared to text battle, but you don't make enough sense for me to worry bout cha. I'll leave you to the kindergarten teachers to put you in your place.

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Originally Posted by HZA HECTOR

Mangani got folded up/
wit more foldS than/
the art of/origami

"look daddy i made a duck out of construction paper."

wu-babiez run yah pampahz/
snatch your formulah bottle/
eat all yah babyfood/

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Mira canto'e pendejito/
pa que observes ignorancia te regalo un espejito
Yo se que 'stas verde por la envidia que me tienes
Pero yo no me involucro en asunto de nenes

Ya hace tiempo me gradue de la elemental/
Tu lo que tiras es mierda de bebe/ con tu estilo fecal/
Esto es fatal/ meterte con un rapero letal/
No te meta' a lo profundo si no sabes nadar...

This shit too easy and boring... I'd rather get you on wax, but you don't deserve my attention sonny...

con el corillo en la esquina, montando machina
lo blanco domina pol donde todos caminan,
y ni se imaginan,
lo que mi mente es capaz de crear,
derramar,
lluvias de fuego en lo que es terrenar,
difamar, mi nombre pa despues esconderse pol la perse,
sabiendo que te encontrare y te apagare las luces,
no hay clavos pa tantas cruces,
coronas de espina me puse,
pa represental pol los mios,
buscandose lios en caserios bien frios,
la bendicion de los tios,
suelen cuidarme del mal,
que comenzo a arropal a lo que queda del mundo,
dolores profundo pa a quel bagamundo,
que camina pol las calles buscando el pequeno detalle,
que hace que el disco se raye y las bocas se cayen,
yo espero que fayen pa entrar yo con mi letra, que cuando penetra tumba gentes como metras pu~etas.


thats how is done boys lol

I put some shit on wax look for it on,
def rock productions presenta:r.e.s.realmente estupido suhetos mixtape
it's gonna be called("puta tu madre").

I'm learnen castellano(escuela de habla hispana).

look this for the hza drunk spunk rappin
like he the new od dirty bza
battle wit justice u shootin the musket
while tote m4's like umbrellas
i dont even need it pointy rings from rza
punch u in the mouth let your shit fall out
theres your new asshole 2 day mathematic
the culture so stick 2 what you know
i from the wu era post 1993
it just me shinin nigga thought it was the jewerly
dart trainin reappin the benefits gettin paid hourly
hit the battle toss my rivalry like a stage dive
its disrepect 2 battle you if you aint killin shit
i got the goods sell hard leave niggas pocket scared
accapella text throw hexs like voodoo
the earth child spittin compared 2 me you doodoo

Get the fuck out of my way leroy.
I'm gonna knock the monkey shit out of this (chango)

yo/yo/
i thought i told ya/
i'll take all the shit yah got to dish out/
and keep comin at yah like/michael myerz/
as if it were/halloween/
slam a machete up side your cranium like/
jason vorkeyz/i'm /freddy kruger/and you fuck'n wit me on/elm street/
comin at you/like/ leather face/kid you ain't holden no weight/
even thow you named your self after a full grown ape/
it would be a/texas chainsaw massacre

This struggle is like a horror movie, Wonder wtf will soothe me
Bleed same blood, Thugs, wannabes, Righteous seem to boo these
Fabricators, Boast about whips,bitches, ice like skaters
The illiterate fib, In the heat of war,you traitors
My flavor is edible, Givin' a piece of my mind
Recline,Ignite L's,Money to make, not much time
Like over sleepin' , Check the deepness, form the pieces
Pussy beatin, Wise over weakness, Liquor filled cups like reeses

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Originally Posted by HZA HECTOR

Get the fuck out of my way leroy.
I'm gonna knock the monkey shit out of this (chango)

yo/yo/
i thought i told ya/
i'll take all the shit yah got to dish out/
and keep comin at yah like/michael myerz/
as if it were/halloween/
slam a machete up side your cranium like/
jason vorkeyz/i'm /freddy kruger/and you fuck'n wit me on/elm street/
comin at you/like/ leather face/kid you ain't holden no weight/
even thow you named your self after a full grown ape/
it would be a/texas chainsaw massacre

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Wow! So even "keyboard freestylin" you repeat your wack lines???

Impossible to pulverize my poetry poltergeist
Digital thoughts that can't be numbered they're numbing Christ
Crucify foes with a cross bow remembering this lost flow
Renegade with a gauge sniper aims colossal
Blow em out 1,000 years later remains found as fossils
Cooling out with hot hoes i bagged at your show
Front your another target of this drive by flow
eyes glow shining in the night your rhyming in the light
Squeezed like lime with a roman whip to rip flesh from behinds
Swords tear hind quarters sergeant of slaughter proceeds the orders
For the bloody battle ended in the second quarter
Out by half time inventor of the design that made em flat line
Resting in heartlands with bitches caressing my hard hands
crazy fans under Stan willing to die while guns summer jam
So keep your hams make you gays move to San Fran

nice 1 hza let drop the science tho
you gave me 8 bars right

yo, give me a golden vat
i ll drink up the liqour in 8 bars
walk the streets dolo dubble strapped
heated up like hot plates
poppin them thang like bubble wrap im at you

thought you was a monster
you more of delusionist with multi personality
im drunk when im sober
everlastin effects while i move thru the solar

i aint fucked up bout these ho ass rappers, im still mackin
got the steel clackin on a faggot bitch ass as a lil fella get cash
leave u wit a wet ass like u just got up wit ya boy friend
i keep them metal toys and im so quick to bust a bwoy head
but thats just how i gotta come when im comin from the gutter
choppas slice your ass apart like a hot knife thru warm butter
finish what a faggot start, skin a pear shaped trick just like a pear
then disappear, leavin a bitch on the ground wit his ass up in the air
shrap has been the mayor of this town bitch so bounce trick
run yo circus out of town quick, hollow tips will get a clown ripped
plus i pound a trick over the head wit an AK stock
while u straight gay talk like a homo wit a lisp and collect shots
and i aint just talkin bout nuts bustin in your ass and mouth
youll get your guts busted plus intestines hangin out-
from a shotty blast, toss yo pack or get ventilated
N.E.L put u on the list of dead ass bitches who hated

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Originally Posted by SHRAP

i aint fucked up bout these ho ass rappers, im still mackin
got the steel clackin on a faggot bitch ass as a lil fella get cash
leave u wit a wet ass like u just got up wit ya boy friend
i keep them metal toys and im so quick to bust a bwoy head
but thats just how i gotta come when im comin from the gutter
choppas slice your ass apart like a hot knife thru warm butter
finish what a faggot start, skin a pear shaped trick just like a pear
then disappear, leavin a bitch on the ground wit his ass up in the air
shrap has been the mayor of this town bitch so bounce trick
run yo circus out of town quick, hollow tips will get a clown ripped
plus i pound a trick over the head wit an AK stock
while u straight gay talk like a homo wit a lisp and collect shots
and i aint just talkin bout nuts bustin in your ass and mouth
youll get your guts busted plus intestines hangin out-
from a shotty blast, toss yo pack or get ventilated
N.E.L put u on the list of dead ass bitches who hated

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Left Barely Inches from Taking ya last Breath, Thats Just..
how me n Shrap do Whoever Half Step, Brass Knuckles
Smash ya Ass now who gets tha Last Laugh, Last Chuckle
ya can Have Muscle dont' mean shit if u can't Tussle
Grapple ya Quickly, Cancel ya Big Dreams..
for a spot in tha Soil Nappin 6 feet Deep
don't matta wat u own ya Gone with a Single Sweep
of tha Lyrical Serial mass murda worse then Any Be-fore
Decorate my floor with my enemies Corpses,
Cordially invite ya ta Enter my Fortress
u'll get a taste of my Forces, and ain't talking Air Force Kicks
talking bout dat Air Force that Wage Wars n Slay your Kidz

I leave bodies in ashes
can't run, I'm the fastest
leave a whack line, I'll blow it away
I'm a ghost kids say
entering throne rooms daily
you fucking shit up? barely
you couldn't drop it hot with frying pan
you couldn't rob a dying man
I feel invincible, I'm on cloud nine clown
my lyrics turn any frown upside down

Allegiance is pledged take it to the streets snatch your cred
Living dead vampires devoured with silver bullets to the head
Headed to the shed after the blood shed to break bread
Put y'all out there like bass heads on the move like mobsters from feds
Fuck who said what put them to sleep with head buts
Mummy wrap them like King tut their times up
Caress women lonely my enterprise worth more than Sony
just kidding homie save the pretty shit for Tony
Horses untamed lames running with ponies
Hanging up and changing my digits every time the phonies phone me
Rocking you raiders process elimination for traitors
hip-hop dictator with enough chips to put hits on haters
Trying to out spit the b-boy no comparison like Bruce versus Leroy
I see joy through the pain as i proclaim my proclamation
infuriated with the fury to wreak havoc on radio stations
Stationed suckers sanctioned and sectioned fulfill my craving
No escape your promotion only like mix tapes
Acid mixtures tested on your face
These rappers lab rats smoking blunts before they're hijacked
Stay in your place or get ran through like a Colombians safe
Verses can't be duplicated i copyright what i say
Off the head or of the pen my styles a ten
Dead or alive very few can contend
So pretend that your mute and shut the fuck up my friend

damn j.t.s u definetly killed it ...gotta write sumthing afta that... When it comes to this i dont Play...A-Round, even if this was A PlayGround i still wount Play Around i Lay it Down so That... when u get +Layed ta Rest+ n str8 up Layed Out Flat it Dont Mean tha Same As when ya Lay Down ta Nap u Gay Soundin Cats that make soundtracks should b ashamed of ya lame soundin tracks, just plain garbage maN! all i CAN SAY IS ud b great garbagemen

the mystique create intrigue/
emerge from the dust and sprawl out like pine trees/
he lure MCs to the slaughter/
study techniques, the poeple tremble as though he wasnt a martyr/
cyclin though patterns caused steady flow like fountains/
he crush mountains/
they deeemd the skills worthy/

thoughts hazed, eyes blazed, color bright red, eyes wud be the target of a bull raid//
ace of spades- my green escape// triumph card always up my sleeve, and a swisha sweett-flavored grape// restin on my left ear bout to get raped//my lungs a virgin pussy, my head is a cherry ready to get popped//roll a blunt of kushy, vulnerable, let my defence drop// then let it penetrate my mouth. boy its a big one// smoke cum in my lungs, one hit my cherry is done, its popped// im yelling please stop//but at the same time its really what i want// high with pleasure i forget about my pain//my minds still present; still sane// just a lot of THC impairing my membrane// lightin up trees my hobby mayne// a picture ah me chillin in the scene with green just chillin on tha frame// ya homeboy unheard-of aint gone he slain// he chillin in heaven HIGHER than the stars// with jesus puffin cigars// tha clouds be what im exhalin// i can make ya day cloudy, or stormy in ya safe haven// cloud the whole U.S. nation no escapin im tha big show like thats so raven//

We got it for free styles of brutality brutal analogies
Cosmic mentality finger jab crabs eyes missing violently
Proving my point with a shank interlocked in Scientology
Gothic fright my hands stitched to the mic
Emcee's left with ripped vocal cords blood flowing on the right
My life's a U.f.C. fight and the devil gets Kimbo Slice
Ghetto prisoner plight to stank bitches I'm impolite
Stop talking and pass the light I'm getting ass tonight
I roll like power in black and white smash your pipes
Clip your wings so you can't take flight
Launchpad explosions happen as i'm posing
the lyrical method got them asking what's that shit he be smoking?
No time for block posting I'm robbing rappers for rocks frozen
I write with emotions while a dime is deepthroating she keeps choking
bust off sticky puddle of kids she's sipping sickly
Nine with me my buddy fire quickly trash it cops frisked me
Let go my rep grows opponents deported like Shyne Poe
Century slaughter make aliens on mars martyr's
Jump-off the style starter I'm a Gotti your a Nick Carter

you don't got the college then to polish of honest men
my dentist end this with a compromising sentence/
sadentary buried in film gerrymander rapidly firing circuitry
option lines topicgraphic rhymes dropping back like Prime/
dot cha matrix cave in chests, replace cha vest swat cha best
you got lanvender on your a fucking heathen mess/
address me as Blasta Masta after past cha cermony
i bury you emcees call me the homie don juan pawn your charms/
lady friend cha ovoulate when i comentate you can't even concertrate
debate the battler rattle you scally wags click n drag i'm a modern pirate/
sailing through the web you need a net, i just need ethernet
you don't got the ether when i read your just a blueprint not a finished product/
dry fist cha wish kiss the bones wish me back histroy's first clone
take the throne i'm home away from knomes with skills i crow/
bowl for pins i took the throne of men, became neverland reinsert the name PAN the MAN after Ruffio's death i Hooked Hook back and gave an end of threats/
don't ask who's the best your a bare cupboard with nothing in it
i'm full kitchen spitting a lynching so you can't hang wit me man/

I got the heart of a tin man
every deadly sin was a plan
your force ain't hot, more luke-warm
got a hit? I just juke and stiff arm
plus in reality you couldn't piss in a potty
how a rookie gonna beast this, honestly
I'm bound for glory like God's son
until I kill an mc for acting dumb
they was never enemy, just to the game
I generate fires to burn this lame
haters like a middle man after I zone
trapped as they try to crawl home
body snapped by punches fast as mach three
since one foe's dead I'm happy

the most hated heart disgraced on a race to ray the dark
Lay the art ancient dart golden gleam expression sparks
Consume the charts raise the bill on your boards
Bomb on your floors deteonated deaths and no draws
Insured life's are paid by your kin keep kinetic medicine
Stashed in socks dashed then blocked in capers versus madmen
swords thrust your frame in the dust leaking shackled demon
War treason reason asset freezing extortion paper meetings
Cabinet of killers fufill a killer cold blooded thriller
Show manilla stadium pack attack cracked the pillars
Wisest judge jungle hung vultures feast on the beast
Battle blown once horns are heard chaos in the east
Last supper ate before death's battle by hell gates
Weapon laced eyes blinded by mase as we run by homebase
Enemies shot in face fall in dirt put in their place
Addicts are avenue chased kidnapped in case we catch a case
Briefcase of ransom money a million in store
Dropped off by the f.b.i. bullet knocked them through the door
Through windows flying screaming ground level landing
Abducted Mariah by tying up Nick Cannon
Gagged his mouth with a bag of m&m's
On my feet bulletproof tims ya'll running wimps
Rushed by chimps a goodyear for pockets to blimp