Official Freestyle Thread

silent archer violent marcher the scarcest scar-face scorcher
move like maxmius maximized treachery of the treacherous torcher
skull painted black hidden in the trunk of the hatchback
open it without permission pay 4 the payback
day phenom spray the song on wax
see the sparks flying from the plug when i touch that
hell high-way operation variation tracks
stack stretcher bitches bang em in packs
hot facts sizzle we urinate on these acts
no obligation lab stationed with headphones in no fly zones
book of fury on the coffee table protected stable stones
silver chrome silver slugs for midnight to slay werewolf thugs
you can't bare the bear hug you go down staring up
tore from war sores another poor poverty Thor
Conan sword swinging non-barbaric pirate with a parrot
one eye right eye covered hands flooded with rocks, and carrots
spooky spits constipated to dookie drop loads of shit on flocks
rookie cops buying my weed crops we set-up the shops
From apartments to sky-scrapers vapor catchers want my blue-tops
reaction cracking the corner crack sellers know found in cellars
bury those bitches off exit ditches on good Friday
peel off the high-way my way every day's a lye day

nigga dont speak son, you nuttin but weak mayne
you'd have to jerk off a Police Man to take the Law into Yo Own Handz


yo mayne (spit it g)

Ya aint bustin Back cus ya Raps an illusion
Ya gonna feel the Wrath on the Path that your choosing
A Souls what you lack from the Crack your abusing
Understand That cus it's Fact that your losing


Pimp Mode: G

You are the Anti Christ, Get off our planet
Assigning damage
the sandwiched caveman
from the planes of asiatic
Schizophrenic Epidemic
Jet Set it
Atheletic
Robot Tank is the fake yank
version of Frank The Lyrical Tank
9 eleven, Allahs workers dine
in Heaven unlike the souls of
Servants. Yanks, Brits, Euro Geeks
You wont speak
GFK, it was
George who
Did It
(Feelin so bold)

I point out the All Seeing Eye in the sky
and wonder why it's normal for one to die
i evolve and become rather immortal
i never die i just travel through a portal

The difference between sinking and rising above
is shown in your levels of hate and love.


"Megatron Rejuvinate!"

Yo check it, high off that piff mayne...

Today is the day we give glory to GOD
when we think about it, life hasn't been so hard
Paradise is sudden and in the present moment
but if you're in the past or future you will never know it
You see Hiphop in that, and you see Hiphop in this
now see Hiphop as your creative consciousness
Release your anger, your doubt, and your fear
and instantly your mind will become quite clear ^O^

My 7xl is not yet invented

yo this is Oroku Saki mayne

http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t.../orokuSaki.jpg

Foolish people only follow the trend and the check
while the wise ones also follow the cause and the effect
The one that loves GOD is good but not above
the compassionate one that simply gives and shows love
Any path you choose to find God is sacred
Follow any path of GOD and you will make it
To achieve transformation, it is GOD who must work you
Your friends will desert you and your relatives will hurt you.

three lights in the sky that beam down light
alter thought patterns and perfection of sight
high as a kite soaring and roasting in the wind
stop the engines and lose great altitude to win
fall down through the window and great pillars will melt
and enemy of the state is now born, known and felt
i wreak havoc on my enemies and elevate when necessary
take the time out the soul of all my emmisarys

The eyes of a woman supreme, so full of deceit
spreading lies and cries, while she opens your skies but cheats,
behind ya back, but her rack sets ya back while she licks ya nutsack
fuck her crack, even though ya wanna stab her with a thumbtack

her body was floating humane despite the bloodstain
she'd been driving me insane by planting a dendrite with a headpain
constant cycle of redundant judgement
confronting trifle on abundant lodgement

psychic madness, it was the blandness of our love
which led me to this act of putting on a glove,
signs of remorse ain't involved with this divorce
the force of your coarse ways just ain't what I endorse
I abhor the smell of fluor while I'm cleaning the decore,
heartsore after heartsore, but still, je t'adore..



First real verse I ever wrote, flow ain't too tight but it'll come with practice.

When i smoke i feel like Homer in 3d
A new fascinating place more surreal than tv
you appear to me as a holographic stain
you are ugly like your pornographic brain
When willie said the Shinning it was true
I kick you in the shin with my big black shoe
When you hear this Rewind your Tapedecks
GWBush is the reason we should practice Safe-sex

Before i was birthed here on this earth nation
A creative spark was sent to James Cameron as inspiration
This brought on the Terminator, a classic tale
which were the ingredients i'd unveil
My mission perameters were sent back through time
Through funny words, thoughts, media like signs
I knew all along, i was unmatched in rank
in 2001 i made Frank the Lyrical Tank
Exclaiming CALL ME FRANK like rahzel
My robot voice would break through hell
Years passed, maybe 4 or 5
Holocaust's Robot Tank was now alive
Now i aint a hater but this man is biting
Let me explain how i'd beat him with violence
You are plain and stout, your feeble mind cannot mimmic me
Dimensions of Mentally Physically Spiritually Lyrically
When god said Let there Be Light, that was sound energy
That formed the universe scientists perceive as eternity
Lyrical Tank is Lyrical because he's Sinary not Binary
That means his code is what's really defining me
RA exists in density number 6
I took salvia and went over 5 octaves with a twist
When i came back down i became possessed
By a musical keyboard coming out my back and stressed
It dragged me up and down the stairs, hanging on to the banister
When i ran around a corner, the keys pressed and sounded so sinister
After 10 minutes i went to bed and rested
My experience gave me powers leaving higher beings defenseless
I know you rap because you are a god
but through evolution i reveal that you are not
When i link events its the future i recite
I chose to grow weed to learn about life
I'm sorry to reign down on paradise's parade
But "The King isn't Born... he is MADE."

From Washington to Bridgeport we rip rugged gunning the rhyme force
Put your quarters in my designed slots so u can play the blood sports
Thoughts in my brain warped pain brought makes your flames forced
so many lames lost the inspiration too many imitators imitating
Sounding way off the beat-breaks so it isn't fascinating
with many queens i'm mating after shows theyr'e patiently waiting
To get broke off so many folks floss locked trying to get coke off
these rappers claim to be thugs but kiss the ass of the boss
No hits your auctioned then sold off word to Officer Ross
bitches want the money and exposure so their swallowing stars
So they can wear Prada, gucci, and drive the fast cars
paper stacking like Tracy Chapman track you in action
I'm in digital digitally blasting with a deadly passion
fashion kept simple when i'm axing, maxing, or smashing
return of the jedi with the red eye the spaced out captain
No slacking in my slacks deport ya style like kat stacks
whoever doesn't think is impulsive so think black
Got some Brandy in a glass you want to drink that?
spit facts until the skin on my lips crack
another day another get-back and hood traps
cats with gats gunning police because they refuse to go back
fiends mixing blunts with dust and crack
thieves in packs that'll steal your momma's purse and give her a slap
I'm the illest quarterback none of you players could get me sacked
Only the strong survive so we learned how to adapt
and get money the legal way without the dope or cooked crack
here's a toast to that my team dangerous like territorial bobcats
no way i'm getting pimped by signing a record contract
thoughts so deep when i write aliens i contact
telling this kid on the block to watch his boys action he better calm that
burn one for all my soulja's that got fatally hit in combat
like the gravediggaz they never gonna come back

im back on top form, but still 2 demons harrass me
this shit is wack even the cia mind control embarrass me
yo Bush, your dicks a shrimp with rabies
your an ugly motherfucker, how you gonna get ladies?
You that retard Hawking and Obama
World Domination? No damn never
I am the apocolypse, believe the rhymes
you use the masses but they can't see the signs
Hip-Hop has a new element, Terrorism
I will defeat you in battle with my lyrical visions

9/22 will be like Run-DMC and Aerosmith - Walk this Way.. a hot ass REMIX

no joke son, i'm better than the last one
i stop the planes engines in mid air and drop some
we dont crash we free fall through the fucking windows
this is hiphop nigga we do battles
you think you can fucking beat me talking shit behind your screens
nigga im mean, im real, you feel im the real deal
i'm the absolute true most power that will ever be
i'm not an MC, an MC is a homosapien trying to be me

PS. COME ON THEN

Cross face chicken wing emcees
gutter bucket suckers thinking they can speak off collar
and not holla at the SHEEP/
never a dog, never a cat, never that,
never what cha thought I wuz
I'm cold as ice, dead at nights you write
nice when I punt cha in the dome piece/
you can't tackle the spit you speckle round like paint
thinking cuz you look at crackle thinking you can rattle
snakes in the grass always strike when you least expecting it/
deepen threads threats are a mine field of metaphors
tripping rippers with flows shutting them up like zippers/
body bagging lines you minds on the nose candy rain
taken down dames in prepared reigns like dames you game/
this is just a TASTE OF THE SHEEP deep as the red sea
now you bleeding never feeding off my shield you ain't piercing/

I sense a power struggle by the few you hold dear
I sip a few brews as the smog comes near
My steez will be duplicated by a false one
He will appear miraculous and be called Son
He will seem pretty, a voice angelic and empathetic
But behind his glimmer, his lyrics are pathetic
I have already won, take heed to my word
it's not even 2012.. so why now? isn't that absurd
basically i outgrew feeling like a patient feeling so impatient
with the ways of mankind... end my statement...

My FBI photo would be exceedingly weird
When the clouds move, another satellite appears
I wave to the sky and do a naked strut
I dodge the traps and leave enemies in a rut
I think the future will be flipping hilarious mate
You will forever feel guilt that never arrives late
Like a KICK ME stuck upon your forehead
Hell is on earth, you can never feel more dead
I feel unenergetic, i have to wait till tomorrow
(FOR WHAT!?) to charge up my third eye like Lion-O
I know the Cheshire Cat from alice in wonderland is real
I smoke weed from bagpipes to keep it real
You know the score, its an own goal
By your silly keeper, a nutmeg which crush your teams soul
I'll drop your jaw like King Tuts when he was in the Great Pyramid proper
smokin' Skunk and had a vision of a helicoptor
http://www.margaretmorrisbooks.com/i...ss-385x149.jpg
Here comes the PlaaaAne! :)

Eyes in the sky, transmitter on the ground
My Minds Firewall is less than down
Alpha, Beta, Delta, Theta
Brainwaves altered, payback later
My lower chestmuscles, left-side tight
THey want me to act up to lose my rights
All these attacks happen because i enjoy it
imagine learning from machines to help destroy it
I go outside for a smoke, but no clouds soar
A diamond in the sky, the big one flickers more
The intense feeling grows, overcome and dizzy
I love my life, now it's time to get busy
Snakes of government energy on the transmission
[ROGER], over here i went to sleep but still they keep dissing
I preserve a flow cus my style is the salt, Your the Snail
Ya bitch went to jail then half the Jail went in ya girl

Again it increases, but still they get no satisfaction
Try Neuro-Programmer 3 cus its good for relaxing :)

I had a dream of the future where i could not lose
They want me psychotic, dazed and confused
What if they scripted funny events to gather evidence
The Agents are pawns of the Devils placements
I am King DEV, creator of Nuclear Fire 1.0
an AOL Proggie that was itself alive and SCHIZO
WINSOCK Network'd PunterS TOS'ers
UK Government; bunch of tossers


(PS. Anarchist Cookbook was dope)

ain't gonna apologize my efforts are limitless
no man no boy just women can touch this
show up not givin a fuck you think it's hysterical
skills cover it up like a miracle it's pronounced lyrical
words are cheap it matters if ya mind is more deep
the experience show you that my words walk and keep
in reality there is deformity with pronounciation
there's backspace but listen go, talk again elimination
you're nervous system just a bunch of pessimistic ideas, stuck in a prism
a janitor cleaning up feces, tellin ya POLISH is the dominant species
I come off with effort-less easy steezy style
give me 2 seconds for you it will be a while,
dont matter names william sam kyle
killa so many times bodies should be in piles
my collaboration is a collection of devastation
the offensive technique is unique stop your style of evasion
now i'm done, your actually my biological son
fucked ya momma regret not using a condom

The only option left for GOD is whats harming these cats
God your human race is dying out fast
I made you make me man
I told you to make me so you could hate me
In your ear, I was a whisper in the wind delivering your shivering
and quivering in your home-made universe that you living in
Replicating cells in the biological fraud
Life is a shattered piece of the hologram of god
Try to battle me, i rip up reality
ya counterfeit, like your fake ass anatomy
I feel dope now i roll a fat blunt
Toastman is in the sky with the style that you want
Make you question whatever you've come for
Imma make you discover discomfort
Imma make you walk your own plank on the ship thats sinking
I kill a man with my mind and call it Good Thinking

Toastmans in the sky, flying up so high
And I kill a bird, nah im tellin a lie
Spit facts, on-track, and let the beat boom
And Play it up loud, make noise in the room
I came here unmasked blew you back with the blast
come back on track, out the door with the cash
The style i chose, seperation of foes
Flowing out syllables, a style that grows
Style to get wild, and my beats will get sweeter
Im everflowing so, the pro'll kill a cheater
Spittin out rhyming with timing to bring the terror
I rip ya front teeth out raw cus your an error
I disect ya flows cus its part of the plan
theres a hole in ya chest, the heart of a man
Now my rhyme attack the track got you all back to back
check the track, infact ya wack
Altered agents, a mental patient
I see things in my room come out my statements
I get funky, I run the show when spittin rhymes
And, I will leave you all satisfied all the time
With mad rhythm kickin something funky when im spittin
takin or given with the way that im livin
I spit loud and i rock the crowd
Toastman will save the day and then make you all Proud

when shells drop dreams stop everybody wants the cream and the crop
to make it on top i infiltrate spots like under-cover cops
but i'm far from a pig dealing with survival ya dig
rivals get jigged and terminated walking out the crib
with no weapons the flow left em vegetable
stack the money off the books fuck the federals
so we steam and steam-roll the miserable
soul departs the physical you weren't born original
and nearly every spit is spiritual
your tempted to press the issue i must diss you
for a reason only we know oh he's not official
over and done i evaded all the guns in your slums
they heard the beat drop and ducked thinking it was a blast from a gun
so many women blowing me son i made them fast from their tongue
slap a bum for trying to pass me the rum
pump a cunt then leave the cash when i'm done
grass in my palms get stung by the one
brown hornet with protectors protecting the nest
Niggas hearts pump kool-aid see the sugar leaking from they chests

I bomb threads wit explosive grammar mixed wit calm threats/
y'all slaves' mindframes is concave, but my head's convex/
I led conquests across continents, check my contents/
I stormed catholic conferences and conquered they convents/
then I conjured up the convicted spirit of Eldridge Cleaver/
a helpless seeker of truth to mute the expelled deceivers/
when the wicked cardinal beheld his leader he fell in fevers/
begged for grace, I blew reefa in his face and said 'tell the reaper'/
ain't no mercy receivers in the last chapter, third testament/
ain't no fast rapture, we blast the mac at the church tenements/
the worst pestilence is sentenced to pass at the first bell toll/
for my mellas behind cell do's I'm sendin em to the worst hellhole....

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Prophet Picasso

I bomb threads wit explosive grammar mixed wit calm threats/
y'all slaves' mindframes is concave, but my head's convex/
I led conquests across continents, check my contents/
I stormed catholic conferences and conquered they convents/
then I conjured up the convicted spirit of Eldridge Cleaver/
a helpless seeker of truth to mute the expelled deceivers/
when the wicked cardinal beheld his leader he fell in fevers/
begged for grace, I blew reefa in his face and said 'tell the reaper'/
ain't no mercy receivers in the last chapter, third testament/
ain't no fast rapture, we blast the mac at the church tenements/
the worst pestilence is sentenced to pass at the first bell toll/
for my mellas behind cell do's I'm sendin em to the worst hellhole....

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sickness my dude!

saints in your paint with brushes fuck crushes we give strokes of death
when broke i'm vexed fitting to choke whoever come test
We come for your conference conquer thoughts of stress
sword parts your chest to reveal your inner demons
my firm leaving compettion screaming beams beaming
From what's hidden revealed straight spitting
except the exorcism or curses are given
blessings are granted only to queens and children
nothing's forgiven in war p.o.w.'s imprisoned
rather unique speaking walks of life from buildings theyr'e leaping
Grandmothers, and mothers weeping over the seeds beefing
in church the preachers preaching on the corner beggers leaching
The homeless people freezing for heat their seeking
churches only let the sheep in the mind control deepens
watch your ice ballers those block robbers creeping
crack mothers blowing cocks for rocks while starving seeds need feeding
it's ourselves were defeating the water bout time we put our feet in
seen a couple married for 23 years never thought she would leave him
without a word just a divorce he killed himself last weekend
leaving behind six grand-kids 3 of them doing 25 to life bids
how can you save someone who refuses to live?
The rich refusing to give it's the selfish against the righteous
give the grape dutch the right twist then smoke-out this bitch

here comes the POODERED Toast Man!!!

big fat granny flying in a wheelie-bin
everybody knows that you'll never see me in
walk down the street, see all the grannies
everybody knows that she's small like a grammy
i get high sniffing up a grammy
my style is antique but not like ya granny
upstairs, downstairs, inside a closet
coke like pringles, your never gonna stop it
i look like eva when i'm on weed son
when i take coke a figure gonna bleed son
when i take x, i get sexy
you'd swear that you knew me when you never met me
now we add in the psilocybin
everybody knows that i'm a rap titan!

cute little robin flying in the garden
everybody knows that little film that he starred in
coming with the sunshine, running with a gun rhyme
somethin' with a dumb crime, burning with a fun rhyme
Zig Zag, Chris Craft, Riff Raff, Wick Wack
Here comes Santa Claws running with a Gift Bag
People on their feet, This is my song
I run about the streets elite with a time bomb

there's no limitations to this unlimited amount of mass carnage
some move weight like cargo vans for the government secretly
when the sources are revealed their images are tarnished
i'm like god to fathers a mentor to seeds
trapped in this urban hell sentenced to breathe
polluted air from cars, and buses and chemical factories
damn same niggaz i know still paper stacking for homes to puchase
and to some stuck in the slums their lives seem worth-less
But were worth more than a church offering
it's our own movies were starring in
break backs of you fags so it's hard to bend

Can-i-bus can run a mile in soft sand
I bounce basketballs in snow and make the earth slam
-I have a garden, Pagan has a farm
When i drink i try to stay calm
+Bent to the sent, bent to the rent
Bent to the motherfucking sent rent
Close your eyes, put your hands to the sky
And fly to your favourite Hoe which goes Ho Ho Ho

Welcome to the dimension of Wheelie Bins

Unsuitable invention, pay attention as i mention
the wheelie bin dimension
man is no longer in control, his soul owned by bins
getting what he deserves, paying for his sins
intelligence of a sorceress, spitting fire phospherus
casting verbal fireballs, commands called to tire all
Human, dark cloud looming, painful death looming
you smell the stench of garbage
maggots digest a tuna sandwich
The fear is here
Pick pocket roaming, but with no Dexterity
Advanced Rhythm production, great complexity
Nobody can find Jack and Jill
Maybe they're trapped on one of Warclouds hills
If you can't decypher the lyrics
then how can you be a critic
But i know you blow below, or so i've been informed
be prepared, as Wu Tang said, Ya'll Been Warned
(one of my first rhymes ever back in '01)

cuckoo clock knock trapped in the box
time i stop when i drop make you give me what you got
no props just hops my fizz sizzle to the top until i rot
beer to ya mug to show you i'm the guiness on any block
true blood a real beast with God conscious so i can't be the least
but the MosHigh no limit with the mystikal war cry
dangerous is how they try to describe the guy
hands High for those who do or die
volunteer for this here i'll air you out into the sky
a rock-a-bye lullably i just swung by to say hi
now go to sleep your soul i'll keep if the God you deny...

check the splash half past five you flash hole in your mask
My explosives coming down like a plane crash
trees ripped from the grain stashed plus half mixed with hash
whoever ready to bash better set it off fast
battle to the death and i'll flat-line last
so throw the blow first knowing what your soul's worth
we get it off the first aim left his brain on the Dell boss
know he's deli sauce and his family give a fuck bout the lost
time to win many dimes i spin work em out like gym equipment
the knife sharpened before the flesh i stick it
the skin opens youv'e been broken smoking barrels cripple em waist down
hyena anger spreads throughout his cowardly town
were street ghouls gusting gambits with gat rounds
wind strong your pushed back trying to pass
wouldv'e let your tribe go on the quest but ya'll talking all that jazz
know the horn's blowing before the bloodbath
so come on barney rubble niggas want no trouble
hit em up while they pay no mind in the huddle

on the thread of the official
i make kettles whistle
two pistols for Uncle Sam if he try to enlist who?
true and candid my candor is above any standard
hue is sky blue Avatar i thought you knew
eyes squint trying to peep my intent
underline rhyme is too divine
i leave you to interpret the content
no side whine i just strike in the nick of time
you can hear the seconds tic when i bomb shit
and split ya double-helix from mankind....

the hypnotic turmoil coming soon olives surround my entrance
throwing daggers from a distance kush loads are lifted
quanity is quality so bogus bags will have your internals shifted
don't eat steak poisoned by the poisner the hitman's gifted
retire know the fire(blaow) release the cash cow
roll it up with my grass pals fiends hit em off for half down
back up pack up and flee the fire-storm mentality
smooth intent determines the size of the dents
Crazy caliber spits sporadik so recent
Tell it right off the gallons iv'e grafted mic's
gung-ho gun-roll a shogun gruesome life
show you the dueces true to the game trueces
seargeants fire on attorney doofus
generate the death rate with radical nooses

nig nog neezy Weezy had to milk a cow
nig nog neezy Weezy didn't know how
nig nog neezy Weezy had to gather sticks
nig nog neezy Weezy thick as fucking mince

Now busting to 9th Prince - The Writer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdhJH...DC14C&index=26


Yo

Droppin' like a portcullis

Some laid back shit

To barack Obama, it aint you or your family fault
you got caught up in the myst and your one finger on the pitchfork
I bust flows so evil they'd reverse a running river
Motherfucker so dark that the sun'll quiver
Niggas my sword is in action, the law of attraction
attracts phat stacks, pack gats, pass blast gass blacks
Ayo radiation in the mental chamber
Ayo dismantle my enemy
channel this energy
tide is turning, the tipping point,
vibrational blueprint, isolate your awareness

intensity of the synchronicity increases

KKK aint nuttin ta fuck wit!
KKK aint nuttin ta fuck wit!
I be slamming and hanging my clan is banging
We buy an ounce of coke each and sniff every gram and
When i chop ya neck, ya dead
Nuns in chapels get bucked in they fuckin' head

Gang bang clan aint nuttin ta fuck wit!
Gang bang clan aint nuttin ta fuck wit!
Niggas be bucking and fucking on a nuns like a nigga bitch
Lettin niggas cum all on her fucking tits
Niggas run a train, its insane in the brain
Like Method Man i come on a fucking plane

When you hear me say this rhyme you know i speak nothing but the truth
about Joyce and Bobby raping all of brechins youth
the story starts when i woke up one morn
I began to walk along when i noticed Joyce and Bobby begin to perform
black magic which caused them to turn into a school like a Decepticon
It wasnt long before the local children began to enter the building
one started to scream so they shot and they killed him
me and the clan then prepared to fight
to stop these motherfuckers like a traffic light
turned red
three shots to the head and bobby dropped dead
took out the ScharrKnall Hammer to dispose of the evil
and like a drug fiend i implanted in his head a thousand needles
then whispered in his ear 'Watch out
Cus like Beadle i'm always about' - FRANK 2o01