Official Freestyle Thread

I keep it moving like a chics ass in the club
Hip-hop thugs who pose threat, catch a empty becks bottle to they mugs
In love with showing no love to envious enemies who envy
I hate u wack spitters like Mef Man hate Wendy
When me and my comrades bomb fags, toes get tagged
Bodies get bagged, haters get mad like Lindsay in rehab
Peace Treason, i bring more tension than police beatings
Hunting hunters every season, i'm a dead man breathing
Always believing in me, bust off the dome weaponry
Dressed in casual tee's making emcee's casualties
All i see is how impressing my speed is
And how handsome my seed is that came out my penis

negative energy's that assault ya mentally//
u unprepared-buckin-in-da-air-scared?-betta-b//
top-pedigree bloodhound holdin tha slug-pound//
meditate 2 regulate my thoughts so wussup-clowns?//
abrupt-sounds of screams when my stilleto slicin//
holdin tha "strings" of ya life tha mic gipetto nice-when//
opposin-rebels strikin fast but my eye quicker//
deliver death blows-then-step-slow out tha picture//

Clips the lips fully loaded, venomus flem promoted
Fantastic lines baggae, ogar with an omen
Throwing theatrics, green cabbage digested
Flush the waste, buds discard the taste
Clockwork jerk off in a womens face
My grace amazing, eccentric pimp shit
Wolfman in need of shaving
Brave in the gladiator battles raging
Scream of the raven, know your cage is caved-in
Blade tips red when pulled out the frame of dead
Mechanics take tips off the hip-hop engineer wit dreads
Styles spread like S.t.d.'s, in ya hood blowing trees
Flow n' freeze sub-zero degrees
Raiding churches wit verses written in Tennesee
10 for me 1 for you, drunken off a satans brew
Rocking fire shoes, firing on crews who ain't got a clue
Clueless to who's the rudest rebel clockin' revenue

vile words unleashed superb beast wit razor teeth//
adamantium fangs blowin calamity jane in streets//
cave ya cavity frame ya faculties lame facin defeat//
state of euphoria's actually pain i shatter brains complete//
scatter remains notorious goryness when i speak//
soarin wit tha flaming wings of an phoenix//
mad man on tha type spit but write wit a genius//

I pull pins and toss grenades my thoughts expose the flames,

I jot down bolts of lightening empowered from enlightening,

devour forms of life like black holes folding light,

a catacomb of skeletal remains sleep eternally,

a battle boar that feeds on life ferociously,

the mic melts when I speak My voice echoes and feeds,

thoughts of potency I wear a golden fleece the Lamb I hold with me,

protected from disease respected for my steez,

new virus' are released to cull the population,

control the education resort back to segregation,

when going backwards instead of forward,

the floods will be enormous....

Rap transformer, feel the trance tramps trample performers
Ignite storms on stage, all over the venue water
For the silent type non-believers of the hype
Hell weapons a pitch-fork, stick devils in the fight
Artistic matters attract light, brain stews get beastly
Crooked hit-man mental, beefs get put on repeat
A threat to the state emcee wanted for Treason
Dark like moses shadow, flowin' til dusk intriquing
so to all jokers breathing recognize i'm not a rapper
Hit u wit Sharap-nel, pardon the squadron smasher

hoes that try bitin my penis i put my hands on em
wont get they hands on these stacks wit the rubber bands on em
these bitch hittin hands aint got no wedding band on em
catch yalls mans outside the club and take the pinky rangs off em
yall hands aint chopped no dub much less no ki's of cocaine
yall know my name, ho im sprayin im aimin to seein yo brain
all over the fuckin sidewalk then youll know i aint playin
this hot lead get into yo fuckin head just like my game
think im insane, u gonna feel some rain from this gat bitch
man u a damn shame, u shoulda been a stain on a mattress
leave u a stain on the pavement from brain rearrangement
brangin this fire to burn your body among yo living arrangements
come strapped wit a wire and your kicks gon hang from one
slangin guns at u bitches thats sacrilegious like bangin nuns
rainin slugs erase ya mug from ya neck with some buck shot
try me for what ive got, im heavy, u better be ready to duck Glocks

Those who wanna contend meet their end when i count to ten
Strikes from the palm shorten life lines, clashes in school gyms
Avenger avenging killings, the blood spilling is bone chilling
Meals get ate, civilians exposing they ribs, starvation fate
Ony the real relate to the realest vocals on reels taped
Vexed emotions posing as a calm man, hidden killer notion
Dope lyrical exposions, the pens moves over oceans
Cameras were to slow to properly capture the motions
Chosen number puncher, lines played back on speed dial
The kid who idolized em, worshipped his freestyles
Meanwhile mean, wild manners i let loose
Bishop moves boost the kings juice, oppostion gets the noose
So to intrude plans of this man, is a wrong move funeral bill for ya fam
Champion tim rocker, like Duncan i'm the man
M.v.p. since Big l passed, i last til' the fat lady gasps
Hold in the wrath for the days last, righteous passages define the past

Death come callin to the bitches that don't understand my lyrics,
I'll have you sellin my shit... all contraband
I work the AK like it ain't no thang like I was born with a hundred round clip
I'm blastin' every gang, when I meditate I elevate my spirits
Higher than junkies, but when the mainstream here my rhymes
They're trying to dump me, cause they can't understand
How I roll, always got a gun in my hand
It's my time, I'd better take my stand

Wallet phat like the wally kicks i rock, bandana thug tied like Pac's
On ya block extorting extorters for knots, dippin' on cops
System knocks classics like White Stripes, my minds rap on acid
Too drastic to be measured, judge me wrong here's the hatchet
Coke flow, crack spit, fiends pay to see the displayed tactics
Laugh kid, get jigged, get ate like newton figs
Run, duck, move or lose half ya wig..when i'm bustin' like pigs
Crews, squads, clans, cliques, ain't fuckin' with this
Crazy, razor sharp shit, leave mics shark ripped..
Scrits scripted lyrically sick, scientists marvel my spit..
kick, punch, stomp kids til' they unconcious
Songs, jams, lines, nobody's minds are outshining this
Wind, breeze, draft, drift, metal antagonist..
Scandulous vandals from the technique technician
Hip-hop arsonist

strict as a ruler
roll on like this never trip ..quick ta' fool ya
ima cruiser , steady i control the flow and the boosters
ncaa don't got game on my future
put money on that ...is like puttin' money on tax
got bags in the trunk ...bring money on back
ching ching money ....time for running high stacks
once in a while i come down and jack pots
cash got me seeing dollar signs sky up uh cash drop
i do do a little dabbling in the bell ringing' though i lack stocks
flight depending on the sale slinging of the right stuff
pass by the crack rocks till all lines crushed beside us

Moneyspot sniper in the Dodge Viper with a chic looking like Mariah
I Carey the heat, swallow flames and piss fire
Desire to prosectue, and execute emcees in it for the loot
Disgusted i shoot lyrical shells drop in this modern day Beruit
Beige suit rocking soldier, gun in the hoister my hands near
Feds dare rush i pull out prepared to clear blocks
A living contradiction letting it all hang out like Pam in Baywatch
i make knots and leave knots in the heads of opposition
Seeing everything in range like a birds eye vision
I'm precision precisely precise to puncture a punk on the mic
Insightful insight bringing sunshine to melt those standing on thin ice
Nights, and days spent writing bout plights
Reciting lynquistics against kids bout to become statistics
Old friends know distant i disregard their bitching
And keep pitching verses til i lay in the hearse stiffened

Playing With Dangerous an' J.T.S..is like da ATF when they Invade ya Crib
and ur no longer Ok With this Predicament so u Quickly Snitch..
while we Filthy Rich in da Ca-rib-e-an..just Kickin it Hittin licks and Gettin Licked from Innocent chicks and Iggnorant Pricks that Wish they were Dead

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Originally Posted by White N Dangerous

Playing With Dangerous an' J.T.S..is like da ATF when they Invade ya Crib
and ur no longer Ok With this Predicament so u Quickly Snitch..
while we Filthy Rich in da Ca-rib-e-an..just Kickin it Hittin licks and Gettin Licked from Innocent chicks and Iggnorant Pricks that Wish they were Dead

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Hot lead holding leader makin more hits than Derek Jeter
Run up on M.J. stick em' for a milli wit my 9 milimeter
Betray gods like Peter, giving ya concussions wit the Pan beater
Track tranquilizer, tranquilizing lines ether, blind speeder
Alligned star shine, microphone twinkle fever
Freestyling stylist whylin' in the 2 seater

^freestylin stylist wylin in the 2 seater-

Heaterz pop on bleak blocks where glocks leak frequent shots
Tupac and Wu leak thru tweeterz in my speakerboxx
Reebok in gold block stitched across my sneakertops
Write once a week – spit twice a year like the equinox