Official Freestyle Thread

My frames cross nailed bleedin' bloodpaths my fans follow tha trail
Grab me up then we sail out to see lands that promote diversity
Under seige emcee's locked in chains are freed
Tis' tha season to spark trees, and bust in a bitches weave
Webs above heads from tha spider fed belly full of daddy long legs
Rhymes plague ya illest threads off wit cha' head keep it gully dead
Junk-yard gangs get blamed runnin' wit jug-heads snatchin' spaghetti chains
Fortune and fame hunter my raps truck heavy courtesy of Tonka
My gums bonka tha bubble spittin' monster, and rocket dart launcher
Chomp ya slow vocals blow holes in ya belly-roll sawed-off shottie flow
stand-in soldier stance then rain-dance incoming storm God mayhem
Satan blaze em' wit spits i kicked tales from tha crypt
Runnin' wit Gremlins grimy ugly kids that lick-shots
Hammer ya block obssesion 4 givin' knots hear tha hard knocks

Remaining anonymous..like origions of the obulist
these pagan remains shape days..of apocolypse
where words contain..the deadiest of toxic strains
viral compounds..sprayed in air waves
planes spiralin' down
With impact of a sledge smack.. explosions that spread shrap
metal fragments across maps
the lost facts
travel burried in capulary veins..arteries carryin' gains
of wisdom... to brains of victems
to many heads left dead to list em
Angel of death kissed em..we'll miss em

Cock back my strongest dart and blow it through your brain
you feel pain, deranged
make the sucka be insane
and as the blood stream now starts to be thickened
you get scroogy and greedy like that bokk from charles dickens

Heavy Metal Mack my punches flatline ya wolf pack
Smack, and bruise smooth emcee's then i move back
Shoes wallies on tha Harley bike s.o.s.(shoot on sight)
Prison escapist hangin' government agents put em' wit Reagan
Flagrant speakin' .. shook rappers get thrown of beacons
Stompin' deacons pulpit assault head-split toss in tha salt
Malt liquior sipper whiskey drinkin' drunken ninja
Acrobatic style flipper, bad bitch bender ask Melinda
End ya career wit tha rear view mirrior shot
Splatter ya bloot-clots u jump out tha car caught on tha onslaught

fire as usual james...


the crime-master Six bringin' straight rhyme disaster
dope line catcher like i lived in Hollywood
men is mice and they followin' me like the one Jesus Christ
uncatchable villian fingerprints burnt off from squeezin' mics
im a blood spillin', phat track fillin' puffin' down the Phillies, always chillin'
so whats the dilly? a quick free for my B's on wucorp
we all immortal wit words we a sick lyricist cohort
do this for fun, fuck the industry blood-sport
for that reason im the illest in short, but my times up so i gotta teleport


peace

a man of the temple a deciple of the rhyme
blow shit like iraq only rubbish u will find
after u search for mcees and only one thats remanins
is RockD flowin like the shit thats in his veins
much to gain non to loosae i leave it all in the style
i get shit recked savage i go wild
sesile the rock is here to stay never movin
never sway only up no down thats wat i'm persuin
wat ya'll brewin this aint beer so disapear
RockD spit some hard rock rum u cant handdle this right here
always clear so u can u nderstand the funk
and smell it , and like lil jon get krunk
i'm the ice berrg that the titanic it sunk
i cut life into peaces or umight call em chunks

the words swerve and strike vital nerves wit tha force of icebergs
And light birds i attract gorgeous dime in furs
Visions blurred.. taste these delicious, yet vicious verbs
Still reign in audio even if my speech is slurred
i hit ya curb and carve ya frame, cameras snap-shots of u slain no brain mc's rhymin' plain
a legend like K-a-n-e i'm battle friendly u can bring any rapper i make em' envy
Peace rock D let's murder these carbon copy cats wit bars sloppy
Matrix armies couldn't top me..keys cannot unlock my mind's safe
Beware of apes that'll bang ya face how ya blood taste?
I can't weight to tour and bomb tha 52 states like Kuwait
Straight spittin' hittin' unseeable targets
Well i'm off to smoke tha cannibus then get retarted

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Originally Posted by james

the words swerve and strike vital nerves wit tha force of icebergs
And light birds i attract gorgeous dime in furs
Visions blurred.. taste these delicious, yet vicious verbs
Still reign in audio even if my speech is slurred
i hit ya curb and carve ya frame, cameras snap-shots of u slain no brain mc's rhymin' plain
a legend like K-a-n-e i'm battle friendly u can bring any rapper i make em' envy
Peace rock D let's murder these carbon copy cats wit bars sloppy
Matrix armies couldn't top me..keys cannot unlock my mind's safe
Beware of apes that'll bang ya face how ya blood taste?
I can't weight to tour and bomb tha 52 states like Kuwait
Straight spittin' hittin' unseeable targets
Well i'm off to smoke tha cannibus then get retarted

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ILL LIKE WHAT YOU DID WITH THE PLACE...

Broke the door with my tounge sharp like a double edge sword that killed bill, two lines into it and I'm already break'n bones with my lyrical words of steel. Stainless and painless was my aim sharp like a double agent's golden eye, threw the fatal fly'n guilotine head chop'n blood stop'n cut that killed ya funky like a superfly. Fuck this thread cause when I return my nick name will be Dennis, cause on all levels of your mentality I'll blast thought visions of reality like a wu tang menace.

I Dont Break Bed ..if It Aint 200 Hundred A Day...
Im The Player Ready To Stay...
I Dont Write These Rhymes Cause Im Ready To Play...
I Need This Money ....so Damn Bad It Aint Funny...
Leaving Rabbit Cats Laid Out Like Bunnies...
I Always Feel My Chick ..cause She Is The Hunnies...
Im Ballad Ballistik...ready To Get Your Wrist Slits..
You Only Wish You Could Make My Last Hits....
Making Kats Stand Proper Like Flower Tips...
As You Sip From Your Brew ....you Only Wish You Had A Crew....
About To Do What I Already Dun...like Pun
Ready To Bury You Without A Gun...
And I Do This For Fun....
Lyrical Content That Causes Much Repent...
Damn Did You Get My Message Cause I Know Its Sent...
I Know Its Got Your Week Ass Neck Straight Bent....
Ballad Ballistik.. Fuck Aroun Get Wrist Slit ....over.
Some Kat Tell Me How My Flow Is Going..
Damn I Need Validation.....

im sick of fifty cent, lil jon, and paul wall
these rappers are far from on the ball
their weak ass shit jams up the radio
and though they suck they still rakin in the dough
anythin that makes em money they'll slap their name on
and i just cant wait until they all gone
their fifteen minutes of fame are almost up
not a second too soon, kids are now currupt
instead of bein blessed with the words of the wu
they got crap passed off as rap and phony ass crews
there are real emcees out there dyin for their chance
but record companies wont pay them a single glance
its all about the bling now, no one cares about the words
that are spoken in these songs, lyricisms for the birds
i think some artists wrote their songs while drunk
cuz most of it sucks, especially the crunk

yo, dis be da wu-tangcorperation site, hope i have a chance to spit on da mic's and ignite da nite, my word so ill dat will make u step down without a fight, u could be kill by my IronFanga vicious striking, chop ya neck off and i'll be da king, remain patient wit axes,like im da Viking, im from da Valley of Ohio and got my C.O. people hypin' by wat im writing......

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Originally Posted by jallainINS

im sick of fifty cent, lil jon, and paul wall
these rappers are far from on the ball
their weak ass shit jams up the radio
and though they suck they still rakin in the dough
anythin that makes em money they'll slap their name on
and i just cant wait until they all gone
their fifteen minutes of fame are almost up
not a second too soon, kids are now currupt
instead of bein blessed with the words of the wu
they got crap passed off as rap and phony ass crews
there are real emcees out there dyin for their chance
but record companies wont pay them a single glance
its all about the bling now, no one cares about the words
that are spoken in these songs, lyricisms for the birds
i think some artists wrote their songs while drunk
cuz most of it sucks, especially the crunk

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.true...

put some anthrax on a mic and kill these wack niggas
they aint gagnsta enough to deserve death fro the trigga
the wu fantasic all my soljas from the temple
we masters of all the arts i'm fluent ya know Kenpo
my shits simplistic monotoned but lost of meaning and direction
we also shaolin , with mathematical essentials
i'm from down south but i would nevre wat or okay
i stick to real rap cliche like check it and ho'she
this nigga are mcdonals pafe.
all this crunk music is really funkin gay
the intellect and styles they never heard
bullshit is they purpose blasphemy they word
James gimme a cord
so i can tie these filthy hords
kick em of brooklyn bridge not to be heard no more
afta makin they bitche prantz on all fours
cause we hardcore neva more we suport a crunk institution
is time for real hip hop to stand up and have it revolution

mass confusion info illusions smashing,
merge like the stock market crashing,
money lost while some keep flashing,
I be blasting caps and clashing with facts,
lay out the wax and burn them tracks,
exibit the smacks layed across faceless Johns,
shapeless cons.. to take you on.. and break our bond,
007 the secret government felon cracked heads like melons,
while we sit and watch movies to rip our thoughts tasteless,
tv and entertainment is the real matrix keeping our thoughts basic,
escape from reality we crave it 85% couldnt save it just relay it,
while homeless live on pavement were enslaved to that dollar,
Americas real GOD the one we follow make that money and live hollow,
or hostile with infanticide suicide and religious rituals ridiculed and speculated,
the time has come as they masterbated brains uneducated with true understanding,
secret government planning expanding and slamming smaller countries were damning,
managing and harassing our own people with blasting and bombing cowardly stalling ,
life is never calming unless your dreaming or caught in the matrix feening,
drugs be scheming continue the bleeding eyes open never seeing.....

Malfunctioned minds explode like land mines through examples i find peace of mind
Schools blindfold our seeds eyes, history lies lives still exterminated as terminators rise
Babies molested why? Look in tha sky god questioning why all this suffering?
Bush vactioning his closet overflowin' wit skeletons tellin' tales over, and over again
Murdering tha population armies of Satan let us Gods proceed wit government extermination...U.S. flag arson demonstration, as people praise the dollar
Shit makes me wanna hollar conspiracy u.s. citizen a.k.a. endanjered species
Land of crooks, and thieves i'll die fightin' before they put tha triple six on me
My steez at ease beats are therapy allowing me to be free to emcee
Clips never empty in these wild westerns never lose my weapon
Step-in tha valley of death those who rep wickedness the whale swallows
Unlock tha lions den inside Congress members ripped to shreds as i'm laughin'
Having payback karma attack that's when tha madman reacts
Some humans lack heart, and bravery very cowardly unable to devour me
Let's see tha future seeds suceed as we seek reparations by any means
Demons destroyin' dreams fiends for c.r.e.a.m. sell-out
As we chop heads and awaken tha dead mind blind cats having doubts