Official Freestyle Thread

i inject mcees with my rap dialect,
my complex texts leave all foes perplexed
me an my sect build like sphinx architects
as foes threats exist only in concept.
i detect defects, correct intellects
raps sting septic like poisonous insects
snitch! point the index to the theft suspects
i project multiple shots when i speak
counterfeit sequels retreat real quick
u can't achieve my verbal theatrics
i practise backflips on a tilted axis
lyrically manufacture mic capture tactics
and reduce foes to levels that suck tits.

mean while as i emerge from the muck of the past
mc's i outlast like gloves, everlast
punchin out light ripin sound bites
hittin up dykes
its only right that i get trophy fo most lyricaly insane
an mc that cant be tamed
i'm tragic like hamlet the dane
sipin of the nectar of a wolfsbanes poisonous flower
devouring mc's ringin chins like clock towers
by the hour harrasin all that come through my path
i'm the wrath of the almight sometimes an outcast
shootin at them cowards that think they rap but they singin'
not with hallow points but wit five star sharingans
from my wu-tang pack, i blast off with a nin-jutsu
i bite niggas i'm a bigger dawg, they shitzus'
this is the ninpu karate kid master mind
wu-tang menace who knows all the styles and signs
the sanke, tyger, dog,
give niggas headaches plus a side of tylenol
for evermore i would stand out
till i make it to wu-tang latino u "Maricon" just bail out

Unmarked bullets used for the simple stragies for lyrical attack, (wu tang manual) rule 3 = 'lure the tiger out the mountian' before he jumps on your fuck'n back. Watch look and listen before you speak in the mc battle, beware of him that does not return the deadly strike of the snakes rattle. Poisonous teacher might mislead the pupil, strike before you're finished blinking left you see'n past quadruple. "Beware of him that does not return your blow", slick stream like fresh water lyrical softness with the eppervesent sword flow.

^^^^ killed it


trust us, not those bitch ass wannabe thugsta's/
deadly shinobi, you payin me to fight slowly/
Horrorific scriptures, like 2 pac, painting percect pictures/
Deadly terrain, leave ya half retarded and insane/
strep throat leave ya coughin, often, my rhymes leave ya in a coffin/
man rappin every time~a~day, killin everybody elses rhymes like i got rhyme~away/

and suddenly through the mist, there was answers/
clutched within my fist, i grasped cancer like the lips of a panther/
im dangerous like skydivin in a cloud of choppers/
sharpen minds paralyzin weak minds my words is plottin evil chapters/
so page by page the mic phone became a slave/
to the words i engrave till i get to chapter 8/
green funk wonderin, lookin for an anecdote/
my sickness spread quicker than a gallon root beer float/
while i dote on, rain drops my dome drenched wet protons/
and im heavier then ten big puns slathered up in wet rugs/
i eject slugs from the body my enemies shot at me/
i probably get probation for the way i execute so fastly...

i used to do mad ecstasy, i'd fuck any bitch next to me
drugs got the best of me, my body is stressin' the
shit i'm puttin' in it, i'm pushin' the limit to my grave
i almost gave way to ill behaved ways, non-days
weeks i can't remember, october into november
5 counts of assault but that's not all
also criminal threats, all because of a brawl
did a tiny ass bid in a whiny ass concrete crib
with dudes that molested kids
how can i live out the rest of my days, trapped in a fucking cage
so i took the time to save myself from grime, stood above petty crime
i still got time left on parole, but better know that when that goes
i'm still gonna be on the road of the rightous, burnin' up obstacles like nitrous

Government change derranged thoughts of a ghetto man's brain/

left em' broke slangin' crack bags, a hundred a vein/
black market, nappy clothes roamin around town/
cardboarded his fuck house 'n' left the nigga to drown/
it's all actual the shit that i spit, come back at you/
boomerang slang bamboo sticks to soothe the pain/
fiction lies in eyes of those who can't see straight/
no connection to one love...and can't beleive faith/
cake walk the golden temple....

yeah... as we get down to the Tunaville
puta spill his brains all out the coup de ville
no food'll fill me, im hungry in ways you cant imagine
better shoot to kill me, I hope you pack a magnum
Shrap'll hang em out to dry on the gallows
hollows is hallowed, you can get em all in a nano-
second, grab yo weapon, nah, start steppin
unless you really wanna learn a hard lesson
darts blessin, infectin mc's with venom
in a second i get em, to the essence i send em
rend em like a garbage disposal
armed with the vocal, I shot at the locals
you need bifocals to peep it damn its heavy
need the seeds to bleed, I creep wit a machete
sleep wit chicks thats heavy, its more cushion
for the pushin in the tush that get em gushin
woosh bitch

woosh bitch

Enter the shadow shogun with the blade
cuts ya rhymes, makin it fuckin fade
Shave ya dick off with a shuriken
leavin ya face grey and ashen

rhymes slices thru the air
cause ur's as old as Ric Flair
silence ya for life,corny fake nigga
done in by the muthafuckin Shadow ninja

when i woke up in the middle of the night thesheets were tangling/
shit was hard to breath only i was the one strangling/
i dont need air to breath i can survive fine off O-zone/
what that you wanna fight with me? go ahead bo-zo/
hurtin your throat with pins and needles/
pokemon battles i won so its time to evole the young weedle/
what we runnin circles runnin a planet of 'ice time'/
too nice always brings the sugar like fat kids lunches at 'lunch time'/
i dont work out at the GYM i eat 'beefcake 4000'/
this shit makes you 'not thin' unlike the air ontop of mountains/
runnin smooth with ice planet the bandit who single handed/
took over the titanic and just left the crew stranded/
thats what really happened it aint about any ice bergs/
i dont like to fuck with skanks id much prefer nice girls/
taggin this century i left my names on walls all over my crew pleads tretory/
we a forum legacy even if you hung me out to dry you couldnt hold a peg to me/


peace, 5 min job ^.

I'm tired of this bullshit, ready to pull my pen out and bust rhymes
Cokeheads ain't got this amount of lines
In their head, I'll leave every single whack rapper dead
Lookin' at my shoe treads, instead of actually shootin' a gun, they left in my stead
Read rights and smashed mics, The jakes can come get me
Just lettin' off a little steam equally.

Garbage-ass keystyle...

ink spreads from my pen when i bust in wit a flow from my head//
words bend backwards in a spin like hollow point tips produceing the dead//
holes fill in were i have bleed essince//
pain and suffering built up from the tourtchering session of the brains confesions//
souls hovering watching the kill about to take place in secends//
severing pesents from the neck wit sharp weapons delivering blows at thier intestents//
death comes fast with the axe hacking tactics giving acts from the masses//
backflips balence blacksmiths swords at max speed leaving u in patches//
blood flow with the flow of my spit out my mouth//
curving the pen to the south finsh the shit with a period and im out//

protect ya neck and torso
shootin to kill half of these bozos
mater fact watch your earlobes and quick react
cause i got a milli mac that give niggas heart attacks
as i smash mcs daily lately peps seem to hate me
but they cant face D
i got more hits than 106 n park wit Aj & Free
the skill so bright that ya'll cant see
i be the illest latin killa bee
the new Hit Wonder RockD

i was bored on this one.

run for the hills