Official Freestyle Thread

a fist fight with me is practical, i'll leave your style in the days inn hospital,
pop a pill for that sore mind, while i inject like parasites for the dead lines
intertwine like DNA, you shitted yourself and in need of a CNA
from back in the day till now, i make snap lyrics with a chokehold
broke my mold and thew away the playdough, now i build like clay to solidfy my foundation in this rap game, my pen moves on its own, unlike the clones who poses
less brain cells than the single digits on a pay phone

slide into your dojo like kosmo kramer
rearrange ya face
with a roundhouse that's well placed
hell's wind staff
crack your dome in half
splash the wall with all
the intelligence you may have
see no benevolence today class
my flow is cold and crass
bring forth the wrath
of the old testament
i may let you rest a minute
before the course is crashed
chariot's of fire take me higher like Elijha
surfing the astral plane
reign like KANE
my Posse's insane
Mash Out with Lil Fame
after i snatch ya lil chain...

off the top of my dome, im in a zone surrounded by clones,
i see the same minds wandering aimlessly in the same pose
in the same clothes, fiending to convert me, i keep an open mind
as wide as a cornfield, surrounded by crop circles with my own messages
forgin but secure to the sound like ADT, press play and my voices opens
like open heart surgery, the puppet propaganda falls short and gets eaten by the
piranhas, my loud speakers speak easy to wipe the fecees to melt the world in its reese's pieces dilema drama and behind the eye lendings that make you bend knees
for the almighty socket in the wallet

off the tip i drip...
drop like vomit, you know some real sick shyt
rip thru dimensions and densities
with the propensity to claim victory with no sympathy
for casaulities left with their last breath
tryin' to spit against me
antiquity be the flow
MosHigh be the motto
stats match your local lotto
if you wanna take a chance and dance
against my bravado
Shonen Jump, Bleach i'll reap your soul
then say 'Ari Gato'

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Originally Posted by MosHigh

off the tip i drip...
drop like vomit, you know some real sick shyt
rip thru dimensions and densities
with the propensity to claim victory with no sympathy
for casaulities left with their last breath
tryin' to spit against me
antiquity be the flow
MosHigh be the motto
stats match your local lotto
if you wanna take a chance and dance
against my bravado
Shonen Jump, Bleach i'll reap your soul
then say 'Ari Gato'

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Barely got Flow, Bloody Mary Al-co-hol So, found ya Scary Where'z Waldo
Tearing' Mach 3 Harrier Jet, i Swear im tha Best, Bury ya Vet'z
ta Various Depthz, Perish ya Threadz, and i aint talkin wat ya Wearin Instead, i Dare ya ta Step, leave ya Demolished like those Terroists Did
but aint pullin no Kamikaze, i'm Kinda Cocky, high class like a Mazzarati,
I Am a One Man Army, leave ya Burnt Worse then when ya get Sun Burned, I'm tha One Hitter Quiter, ur tha One Hit Wonder,
i'm tha Home Run Hitter, you just Run Home Quicker,
I'm So Much Sicker then your Uncle Edward who is a Known Child Molestor

The soul tester...Large Professor
the Main Source for lessons brought forth
one man armies can't harm me
Jedi force you to cut off your limb
trim your brim with no remorse
headless horsemen white n cantankerous that was him
he couldn't man the course
i soar above the any rim
my goal is to show in any situation ima win
one arm bandits can't stand it
triples ripple all across the desert canvas
Moe Green your scheme
pop you in your eye
trying stop my exspansion team
i high beam on any scene
bright lights flicker get dimmer in your city
high voltage i consume on the strip when I rip
thru high sidity
dudes who act rude
leave em in the dark, cold searching for shelter and food....

it's the hood rocking champion you and your fam gets trampled in
no mercy when these bare knuckles crack a chin
ghetto like malt liquior slay a thug named Slim
shots run through the reverend in reverance
touch the steel and you shot down like ill Will
you can get up after youv'e written your will
clips make em chill until he thought he was cooler
so i put em on ice after i hit em with the ruegar
school ya on crime the rhymes a part time hustle
if spitting was bench pressing i'd have all the muscles
slugs do what the knive can't stop a rant the iron ram
you ain't no murderers it's high blood pressure from ham
that has you gassed but in my hood you get no pass
you live here but you can't set up shop you gets no cash
let me here about a stash and i'll dash another home invasion
you can be half man half amazing and die once i'm john blazing
we came in as soon as you heard the call from the raven
universal flag waving soldiers heavy cannon holders
make it hotter than Asaia crazier than bi-polar

weaponry assassinhip apprentice mind warp kill corps
in crops i stock out cha locks when i rock out without clocks/
killed in the klink sting emcees with vemomous fevers
refrermend expend the arts beyond the sparks/
beat life out the mike when i strike
fight with might of thor, strike u down like shazzam/
these types ain't just letters that just get typed
rhyme with fire in eyes don't wonder why/

let the seeds spread and inherit land as well as the nines , and grands
look in the closet the kid got kicks that'll shame Van Damme
tell fiends get off the rocks but they savages blind lead the blind damn
heroine addicted mothers giving up their daughters for a shot of the brown grams
a long rode to the airwaves when your screaming revolution
shooting fair ones

as the verse is disperse
my display twirl ya world like the milky way
stars burst the Earth thirst
in my image ready to scrimmage
thoughts molded into clay
300 soldiers body armour blood stained game over
no replay today
i reign over ya flame thrower
and wash ya sins away
violence you lust but trust
the wrath i thrust
compare to trumpets bursting in the air
the gas and dust among us
is produced by my solar flare as you stare
watch me nuclear react and snap
bust ya cap and scorch ya hair
from the back porch with a pocket torch
burning a spliff til the tip be orange
rocking in their chair
elders will tell the story and the glory
of the MosHigh to children everywhere....

slice through your dojo replace cha mojo with no flow joe
you ain't got no glow, your dragon is weaker than any komoto coming through/
solar sunder sundown run clowns out they make-up
rip through minds with a home-cooking fuck the microwave rap/
slip through the cracks, attack the track with style n finese
emcee the best address wreck shop photo crop your raps and make them hot/
mind mattering jaguar battling sideways shattering dogged rage
shave your mind leave you a blank slate you can't replicate what cha can't debate/
my mathematics concern your temple with teachings of the bible and hagakure
decision wise channel eyes with my shogun assassinator decapitate cha renovator/
end cha team with papers that trail your backs broke down you slacking
i broadcast thoughts with freeway jack tron legacy armed with pens n needles/

Descendants Of Evil, with Stupendous Cerreberal Cortex Egos
No More n No Less then a Lethal, Scorpion Injectin' Amino..Acid
These People's Action's ta Me Be Exact-ly like Little Weasel's Be Actin'
Phoney as a Bolognai Sandwich, Corny as Tony tha Tiger,
Or Your as Sorry as that Story According to Tiger's Woods
Fucking Tired of, these people comin up short like Elijah Wood,
While My Line's, Withstood tha Timeline of tha Almighty One
Alrighty son? ya i spit nursery rhymes leave u just like Red Riding Hood
that mean's you'll be Bloodier then Blood Vessel's Burstin'
I'm tha Devil's Son that Specializes in Redrum Sen-TE-N-CES,

25 to life, id ride tonight so mind yo mouth fucker
dye yo wife the same shade as the nine red light then cut ya-
legs from your body with buck shot spray from the shotty
the thought of puttin kids in orphanage aint never stop me
when i Meet the Parents like i was Ben Stiller, lead fill ya
your bitch been diggin me so we might fuck before i kill her
ill get sadistic on a sucka, go ballistic and pistol whip yo baby mama
dont make me make you become a statistic motha fucka

in thunderstorms i sharpen my sword on cinder blocks
you've been warn with precision i make incision in rain drops
riding the wind my spirit coincides and glides within
so focused i don't notice
the lightening strikin' ya friends and kin
prepared for battle i straddle the eternal dragon spittin' flames
Merlin's bag of tricks attached to my hips but not for Henry Potter games
my aim is indefinite range unseen
Moments in Love my Art of Noise
makes college girls go wild and frat boys scream
in the Twilight thunder crack masked the sound of my attack
under the guidance of the New Moon soon you'll feel my claws scratch
tear head from where it's attached
should've observed the word of the Wu Lords
in a duel you're no match
respect the architect Protet ya Neck
before you run your mouth your tongue you better catch...

i bring the distortion to skate off with your fortune all portions
have you screaming for jesus when i creep with creepers heaters scorching
lava hot glacier cold you'll be inflicted with 3 curses for stealing my scrolls
crushing crows dead em like brandon lee violently
there's no accident i ran over your man purposely
above the surface thieves the trees increase energy
gee's banked saved for weapons, and tanks
take your title like saints got a drew breeze arm
throw long cock to his mom, and baby mom