Official Freestyle Thread

yo imagine hypothetically speaking
you caught the white scottish geek who spied on you through satellites this weekend
you dissed him for being in the scottish government
he ran satellites that could alter thoughts and other shit
what would you do to him?
i'd jack up on steroids and batter him for being slim
english should laugh at scottish thinking they are better than them
scottish pride? fuck that i kill you and get drunk with english men
freestyle master your a fucking glasweigian shite
your lyrics are fucking bullshit and you got a record deal when you were 16, right?
Respek BA doesnt need a Beat-Box cus he Free-Hot
you Freestyle-Hot? nigga you probably get smacked alot
now who in they right mind want to diss me again?
life mc is a faggot who thinks his lyrics come from planet Xen

you better relocate to a different state rise of the apes
at my best killing the planet then outer space
taste buds dull son your out of taste my 38 out of waist
your walking pace fast beware incoming hate blast
no contenders can contend..no tender cats in my weight class
these rappers so broke they hate cash..rip off they casts
kicking like a mad horse mustang hooves in that ass
punctured cracks keep it crackin' with stacks
strapped for the wrath gloves in glass
bombs and brass and the longest laugh
staff stability to leave you stapled in stables
dialect drakula's are left disabled
your vacation is permanent you living ornament
condition on the mint fly shoes for the sprint
i invent what makes them vent
i promise suspense a common gesture to knock your head you lose sense

ayo
each time i recite a poem, mics is blowin
dyin slow in eroding lime oceans, with eyes open
exposed to the cries, groans 'n spines broken
each time that a line's spoken..
aint no doubt in ya mind that mine's potent
mufuckas be gettin they vitals chopped
lyin frozen, enclosed 'em inside a block
of solid ice, like panties i slide 'em off
vaulted hieghts, 'n watch 'em drop
til they shatter across the block
charlie manson, ill stop ya clock
if i spot'cha like gobs of pox

Divide & conquered men perfectly orchestrated like violins
Decapitate the head of leviathan & lying men
Feast on hearts of lions in lion dens
Iron in hand for tyrants & clans who rival disciples & fam
Bibles & Assault rifles are vital in survival plans
Dead on arrival we bang took the title & ran, acquired new land
Plant the flag in their sands with platoons I command
Creating casualties with enough explosive for my battle needs
Black ops & info red beams, Assault & batter teams
Rattle & splatter dreams, famine feeds greed so we gather green
Then overthrow your majesty

i type this as the government put more satellites in the sky
i took one look outside and saw some moving and asked myself why
i know that my transformations completion is inevitable
but they want to eat me like my consciousness is edible
the government have tricks up their sleeve
to mess with my head till it bleeds
i have no idea where i will end up son
but i know its gonna be dope and ill smoke a fat blunt

rae, hows that for the gang land sound
how funny its gone all cloudy now...

outside on the garden wall was a face looking like tazmania
every attack the government do on me is listed as a symptom of schizophrenia
tighten your neckbrace you piece of shit
bullshit mainstream artists crafting hits get smashed to bits
i hate you like the mental health act
your mothers pussy looks like a dead rat
slow down, feel my pain, get the low down
soon blood will spill in the final showdown

[QUOTE=$inista;2149107]Divide & conquered men perfectly orchestrated like violins
Decapitate the head of leviathan & lying men
Feast on hearts of lions in lion dens


speechless!

water weapon battle the night light glisten off my saddle
before i jump in were thumping angel head stuck with arrows
morning travel after fish and grits spit like clips
stole the spices out the shop along with the chips
i split poles abandon all bad luck myth's
the S. in J.T. stands for scientist but no label signing this
shit extortion contracts could mean a life of darkness
i'm like a bomb adding more mayhem to the crisis
god's image and likeness what creator can apply this
the therapy writer the style got me stipends
i'm just pending like a case ending with the grace
cause your going to see the pound like a dog pound chase

bold addresses to scattered streets,
mold attachments, data beamed on battered screens
promote blathering Kings over craftsmen and priests,
I am the gold gathering in flowing beats
snipers cornered on rubble-filled beaches,
manipulate steel breeches,
lose concealed pins to reveal kingpin positions
loose leaves and ink pens,
inhale the evil stench of my released clips
my screams sink sea cliffs,
an avalanche of speech spit on beat riffs

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

speechless!

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props yo i be seeing you too


Get buried under my binaries vast vocabulary, words I carry a cerebral dictionary, obituaries varies, No cemeteries for you or your various adversaries, we engage in a hurry get tossed off the ferry, bodies found floating in a estuary last February, invade your sanctuary, leave you leaking seeking refuge in monasteries, no worry, we’re mercenaries trust we scary, connected to revolutionary dignitaries to overrun judiciaries if necessary, you can get done for less then pennies, empty a clip into your belly better yet wrapped in a hefty trapped in a trunk while I gas up at Getty, a 20 gallon tank engulfed in flames can be a very deadly recipe, food for the worms & the centipedes

no love in the blood-sport pressure brung they hung no need for life support
this brother lynch emcee's by the project bench near the ball-court
Arizona humidity dehydrates whoever they transport and my bag is Jans sport
my fam scorch off shots guzzled by the quarts that's fire-water force
we attack the high-hat burn a fifty and fall-back where the walls at
my proper flow chopper rips flesh like the claws of lobsters when they attack
stacks shoe-boxed stuffed hidden and covered up
when i need money is the only time a hoe is buttered up
with lies to throw her off my real disguise the secret knight
all i need is a studio tell nas to keep the mic
Cop trees from dealers tell em to keep the white

blunt feet ignite,
lift ash knees to defeat knives
twist trees of life,
smoke wings in flight over seas at night
broken beams,
choke extremists with sleeper explosives and hidden motives
swift roaming men,
ghosts in a machine of sin, seven Ronin
their common goal is overthrow government
alone in the midst of wilderness, an impossible mission begins

Blunt force extremes of focused sleeper teams with explosive dreams
To Coma toast the western coast evidently choked, motives broke by 5KUT
When he spoke of their goals to overthrow but he’s not alone we rocking velvet robes, golden crowns & sit on thrones feasting on roast buffalo flesh carved off of bone
Discussing arsenals far & close assault those who goes rouge & speak bogus tones
Cover blown like glass, the way we see right through duke, high above the clouds like guru

the rodents are gone no military just militant arms
Hunt on your deer bagged up the fawns
headed to the birth-place of Jesus of Nazareth big up the bronze
Wise-men see trees break-out the bongs
spots we took taxed pay-up the Don
your wacker than Cartagena and missy elliot misdemeanor
on the same track my names mentioned you lames tracked
slain cats remains scrapped ya dj's tied to train tracks
incoming killers in your view the lanes packed
Monumental mack talk back your cabbage capped
you got dis-owned bad use-less against a predator like a claw-less stone-crab
My known stabs confused the drunk victims flu-like symptoms
you fight me and my comrades crushed the system
ain't no fighting fair slicing snares punching out bears
while you fruit-loops try to regroup sampliling pairs

Rampage the jack, power pack, rhymes pay underlay run relays fees are due
for doing what it does, make it what it doesn't, take it what it wasn't how was it cousin/
trimmed a dozen tripped out cha loving gun holding sold cha cold
nah that wasn't how the throne was stole saw it for self hated health/
waited wealth signed, sealed and ripped up deals
spit appeals leave your courts jestered by how much I fester/
attend to your manchester I ain't united i'm flying with delta
check your rental my shit is experiemental skys the limit your the gimmick/
now your FEMA before the dreams get the schemer
I got the chrome and the fire fox rock your socks like an opera props/
knock arms check the charms for wires and coded pslams
my books be labeled expose your links like exposed cables/
wired up like C4 explosive what did cha think I wasn't gon be pitching this evening
I use analogies for faculty who couldn't even facilitate a proper session/

chained to doctors in a twisted profession
take the smiths west,
bench press their clips, take one tip to the chest
pay attention to the spent shells,
blunts split and inhaled in a tempest of spit hail
connect and listen to yis-rah-el,
a tortured citizen of this physical hell
forever sentenced to witness his children miss the organ trail,
paying invisible mortgages, not knowin that business is written in braille

i

I attract haters with my creative innovative flavor to savor, fuck you im about pussy & paper, I son you & put you in the incubator, you not ready now maybe later, Im Dark Vader invade your space & beat your mate up she’s giving up that sweet love like Anita baker the way we heat the place up, say what pussy bwoy run that by me , I’ll bodie a body come try me grimy come find me confined in your wifey, behind she in her hiney but never mind me, she likes being wet & slimy when I slide inside see, I satisfy her pipe dreams addicted to the rock & she loves the flavor of my cream when it rise’s to the top like saliva when it slops, top lock pops hand on the glock she like no please stop, out the door & back to the block, look on your face like you wanna rock when you know your not built like shit going pop

on one hand this nigga was cared for by the community health team
but on the other harrassed by a rightwing government agency with mean
tendencys using strange cases of synchronized events in the streets
niggas didnt know he was down with galactic elites
governments causing cars to drive past with numberplates with patterns
like 999 causing him to want to take out people, jolly roger getting flattened
satellites in the sky at night time
pissing him off cus it could be labelled as 'hallucination' undermimed
we drew closer to 2012 but no one wanted to wake up
government are liars, scum bags, fucked up
soon they powers and sleeperholds will crumble
people at the top fearing they about to tumble
imagine harassing a spiritually enlightened one
niggas must be dumb
i see the truth like i see the sun
nigga you speaking shit again? 'must be dumb'

wouldnt be damned if jolly roger b and richard p
were in on it deary me
i'm the fucking head lice in your afro
niggas like bdk you'll never pass go
get to jail you government scum
tony blaire your fucking dumb
i'm more advanced than your noncreative organisation
ill punch your head with a fucking playstation
and G J you fucking wigga
fuck with my and i'm gonna pull the trigga
you sedated me and think im nice
no im still the same i just cant get mad at life
chemicals in my brain that shouldnt be there
but dont worry i never think life aint fair
my mind will mend, revenge in the end
back on the drugs taking out thugs

in the real world they afraid of sean
they can only give little clues when hes done wrong
they cant speak up because im well too prepared
to argue my case so now whos fuckn scared
fuck the government make the queen sing a ballad
richard patterson tried to convince my experiences with 11:11 are invalid
same for synchronicity, but the community team dont know jack
you never had an out of body experience and your worldviews are wack
its like im spiritually enlightened
so diss me, harrass me, but its you whos fucking frightened
i've seen colours in my minds eye that made up a great show
these were colours that dont exist in your wack ass rainbow
when i said i played sonic in my mind, i wasnt lying
you could never acheive this so dont bother trying
i could do the sonic bonus stage, kick up a rage
sounds, music, visuals, rings that fly away
i see weed as more oppressed than any human
the fear is here, the dark clouds looming
at a show, battle foes, shatter those that oppose
dumbed-down cannibals, weak snakes, animals
you aint busting back cus ya raps an illusion
you gonna feel the wrath on the path that your choosin
a souls what you lack from the crack your abusing
understand that cus its fact that your losing

jesus has returned niggas rockin grenades
nigga smokin stacks on minimum wage
sub atomic particles that defy logic
head on collision nose dive topic
wiggas still looking for clues
steal from iraq and jews
holy grail protected neglected
niggas are deprived niggas gettin hectic
forever falling off, niggas never believe this
i hope people commit suicide when its proven im jesus
tide is turning around in degrees
cosmic companionship impacting emcees
go to court get the case admonished
i levae the strongest greatly astonished
listen when im talking
my disses are shocking

your shunned to be gunned then done by the hit-man's gun
painted blue pearl handle fashion
trashing your face scum..who can replace him?
dropping facts when debates come some new some ancient
transporters tortured during transportation
street fascination build with real life killers no Freddie or Jason
bout to blaze one to leave the air smokey quote me
a needle full of heroine couldn't dope me
i'll never nod off sky fog blue a cancellation for you
jojo-dancing on emcee's the weed sticky as glue
no crew just the god-u fully loaded when i come through
dimes use goo as conditioner shampoo
sike i'm big the kid's grip off safety protect your wigs
you can lie looking me in the eye i can smell the fibs
women leave me cause theyr'e looking for heaven and i only have hell to give
cats call me tutor and i don't school the kids

Rebuild the human chip,
One truth submerged against a muderous tide of violence
Serve time with no appetite,
Hold on to what's en vogue like dawn robinson on a gladys knight
Pass peace pipes,
Litter streets with mental baggage,
Each tagged with just a dash of manic apathy
'Whatever the plan is, it will happen if we let it be! Just believe!'
I stimulate light and matter tells me I am the blood of kings....

6AM, i'm awake again, lame
oh look up in the sky the Diamond formation of satellites is back AGAIN!
Look up in the sky is it a bird is it a plane?
no its satellites looking towards me making me wanna get insane
I clown around with sound thats bound to move you
and spit the funky shit that people want to groove to
MC Killing, Rap type Villain
You failed the boss your lost in a holocaust

out on the east of scotland looking towards montrose beach niggaz!! i still wonder why no one can be bothered looking for them they're quite obviously there

when the care team come around to visit me
all i can think about doing is killing people physically
i imagine richard left behind a recording device
and i was laughing out loud at the baby penguin on ice
la-cinderella thought it was a nice penguin
but i was thinking about upgrading franks gpu engine
rza iz a nza
ugod is a bonified nigga
mystical paradise paragraph parasites
physical lyrical life mc bilical
giant snapping meteor puppets
great white shark dark teeth eating crumpets

somethings zapping my head and my damage indicator goes off
my chest muscles holler pain but no stress is thrown off
i wonder what each satellites function is
4 in a diamond formation and another big ass one that sure aint functionless
i laugh at this but most people just cant see it
that the government are liars and im jesus but you cant believe it
I AM the second coming
You WILL be running
Your trickery cannot halt my expansion
I'm the king, build me my fucking mansion
Get me a fucking milk shake
and a slice of cake thats well baked
the government are after me
but scared to see me face to face ahh blasphemy
immortal technique is afraid of the government
so i use my lyrics to big punish him

yawn yo woke up to the sound of the front door being kicked sharply
but when i looked out the window at 5am no one was there to attack me
satellites now in optimal view
i bet they projected some beams into my head to make me hear the sound through
an auditory hallucination projected into me
its always the same old with these humans nothing to amuse me
the sound of the kick was all wrong and sounded movie-like BIG
its like the auditory hallucination had too much reverb to be coming from where it did

ayo imagine i asked my neigbours in the morning
if they heard the sound of the kick, i'd be embarrased and mourning
imagine one of the government agents wanted a fight
i'd gladly take them on in the streets and put there head right
i'm immortal, all they do is play around
my diss technique is godly, i stand my grounds
cup of tea, scrumptous
scottish government are wankers, fuck this

say this while your QuiVeRing-aNd-ShiVeRing
i'm delivering the toxin with this killer sting i bring
I'm breaking eggs with the back of a hammer
why does Obama rhyme with Osama
thats ones only the guardians of this planet know
i often stare at rappers faces on my ipod while they flow
im eating m&ms, sipping tea
while listening to spoken facts thinking of smoking crack

ayo there's
4 satellites in a diamond shape over montrose
projecting wacky beams, but nowt can affect these ultramagnetic flows
theres a real life demon in my head that will soon burn
nigga im gonna whoop your jesus when he returns
im here to ruin all your fun
what the bible says about these times is fucking dumb
christians are delusional
other religions should choose to kill

fight me now you fucking prick:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxwZt...eature=related

When the satellites aint out i feel fine
GJ & RP 4 K-9's
when Roger Blake sees cats its play time
splatter your brains
medication makes me fat n insane
you oppress marijuana cus you cant handle the truth
people like you cant use both hemispheres of the brain
you go poof
blow them through the roof with dark attitudes
a spark startles you
the aliens who brought weed to earth will dismantle you
tumultous time, genius mistaken for madness
now you must ask yourself whos style is the baddest
Canibus thought he was cryptic talking about a citadel
sit down you fucking bitch

the rhymes grind bones n'flesh an effortless test
the forts held down in my pocket bagged kush cess
renegade dressed hot iron face pressed
the hardest to bag hoes since hef
step out of line it's like walking through a land-mine
fuck those critical hype lines about bagging up and nines
gun in the champion hoodie nine scratched serial shine
killing you infidels in these infamous times
so face the hardest blows to bruise or just recline
building blocks fine fingering dimes dynamic
step up the face-off fanatic becomes frantic
remember fear-less you fear this severe swift
lose your hearing from the near hits i spear shit
making the largest hoes holdin' down generals
all gutted in a row screams from the sliced genetals

casually bring tragedy to your calvary with rapid speed
emcees weak, fall off like autumn leaves vanish in breeze
nightcrawlin' daywalker-blade runner fast learner with a burner
im quicker, dig her beaver deeper, river laker baker dozen 1up
dismiss statistics based studies makes dummies
rakes monies traced, fragile as spread pussies eggs runny
standing tall in the land, understanding the universal law of man
exhibit arts darts explosive impulsive as freestyle battles
spittin poems splittin dome pieces bitches w/ weird fetishes feces i feed em'
cuz cream we need em' so teach the seeds when you breed em'
blow from the block the good fucking shepherd with the flock i lead em'

back to spazz like vinnie paz snatch ya bags disaster drags
have you madder than a bitch on a rag inflicted with crabs
we don't take tabs on fags rhymes got em by the slabs
So feast up or keep it moving like a tenant whose lease is up
no 30 days notice or arrangements to discuss
your street bound sleeping in a ran down truck
shook with jewels tucked bout to get stuck
for treasures that had you broke as fuck
while my dollars double out-fit louder than the treble
troubled i didn't bubble fool your blood is a puddle
your crew is kittens softer than socks, and mittens
i'm derby dirty.. bathrooms full? then on you i'm shittin'
renegade renditions of a rebel on a mission to give the game what it's missing

i'm ill, beatbox for crocodiles in brazil
rip off your cape and your back get a chill
the bat get a chill when im robbing the langind
take off the bat copter from that landing
peppermint sundays everything one way
big sneaky cactaur prickling on mondays
FINE! the lyrical dime master
NINE! the miracle rhyme caster


* Chorus - Sing in He-Man tune *

I am Jesus the Slayer of Christ and i am here to save you all
I am Jesus the Slayer of Christ and i am here to save you all
I am Jesus the Slayer of Christ and i am here to save you all
I am Jesus the Slayer of Christ and i am here to save you all

slay minds divided wise shane brock lames knocks
claims you clans aimed when perma banned know how to be a man/
shame you sucker emcees ain't deadily with a return
when you renig i spit a wig fix a pig and murk a beat/
trigger feat featuring beefs over roast flames
mostly lames know how i plays the game we brawl in/
back off the heat, max out cha debt deadly when i weigh it out
scales battling pails mastering fails shoving thrones off the cliff/
gimme the gifts, repack the shives and ship e'm to your glibbs
trying to gibbs and o'bomb you like an old maid who isn't made/

It's only hell no gates pearly debates early the hate lures me
to a trap i walked around to give you hissing cats bitch-slaps
you either get-up or get-back can't dodge the kick of the big mack
holes in em for cheese rat-heads get cracked
bagged up the soap fiends buying 8-balls of fake cracks
it wasn't me no small change pockets stay stacked
with extra cheese illegal steez trees, and g-packs
eat your meal and you better not feed-back
it's mine so there's nothing to take back
bones are titanium you can't break that
breaking bad meth labs for math
fold em fast behold the blast i'm free at last

play flows like 8 bit pixel check the eggs shell ya walking on
talking by winds swindle pins inkling winds physical limits/
gimmicks, ganja, polish ya honor document against the 9
wonderous iron blind fury leaves mixtures blurry/
i'm the S-H deadly debate shivan armory rivets in screws tighter
white lighter fire fighter wired tighter than fiend looking for drugs/

my arch nemesis is waiting
why do able people do nothing with their lives thus making me hate them
my medication takes away all my motivation and creativity
sedates me and stops rhyme ability
i'm guessing after 2012 it'll be ok
when the tables turn and we move past the present and history
into the light where the materialistic will perish
my powers all exist there and thats when i flourish (and you fucking die)


every time i see my doctor roger blake
he explains things to make me fucking angry
i fucking hate schizophrenics
but he declares me one of them
in 2012 you will see
i am jesus hehe
roger said that the cars the government delilberitly drive past with numerical patterns in number plates
i have to pretend arent happening. thats fantasticly great.
but it is happening nigga
2012 pullin that trigga

hazel and ed came round to my flat
la-cinderella repeatedly taunted me to say 'auntie hazel' and i said naw i aint saying that
ed said why do you let the supernatural bother you
i think maybe he hinted that it wasnt real and i was fool
they wanted me to get a career
but i work at the furniture project because its near
and its really easy for me yo
and i can talk to la-cinderella 24/7 and flow