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yea yeah!
word up
Sicka than aidz nigga!
when u in the iggy bin,..no one's listenin.../
personally I could less whos threads i be pissin in.../
im rollin on the floor,....sleepin cuz im so damn bored.../
snorin louder then all the cats at wutang corp...
no laughn my ass off makes no fuckin sense.../
may as well talk to quartense.../
smoke me a bowl of that hemp.../
whatever money,...do what u gotta but dont expect a respone from sicka.../
dat nigga drinks to much liquior
peace
6 minutesm,,,I aint finished,...just beginning my fifth of jose..../
so ill be hear for like a miute bitch.../
anyways...how yall doin whats up..../
wutang muthafucka,...sicka than aidz fuckin it up in the cut..../
i unno,...my style comes an goes.../
respect your idols or ill slam dunk your nappy ass afros...
cross my path,...catch u by your corn rows.../
slap the shit outta ya till your offficialy owned.../
certified some certs,...cough drops makin u choke.../
front like a chump bitch,...your tha muthafuckin joke...
peace
6momm
yeah yeah, the second one sucks......peace
dis a sparr session sicka aight
im a micraphone god when it comes to wu-tang/
I speak clearly.....not sickas fucked up tribal slang/
Dang! I jus blew ya ass up/
since your a bitch i dont have to tell you to shut up/
Masta Genius thats my shit/
No one controlls the pussy like the commander of the clit/ (thats me!)
So thats it for Sicka thats it/
you jus took a dump all ova my shit/
So if your dun wid this whole phasode/
now let me turn you in to a 7 minute current tv pod/
Ya say your sicka than aidz but ur a cracka frontin/
U give bigben a bad name an he stood up for sumtin/
Anyways, let me close by sayin this/
All over your rhymes i took a nasty piss
PEACE
sup
No one controlls the pussy like the commander of the clit/ (thats me!)
roflmao, thanks man. peace
lol....jus tryn to think of rhymes man
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Originally Posted by Cappah
im tryiin to see straaight mutha fucka,..
lol.......been drinkin 2 much sicka?
no.....have u ever heard of valum or whatevre, its a downer....someone gave it to me, drink like 7-8 beers man, u get fucked up combining the two, im waking up now.
never herd of the 2 v's huh never mix beer wid viagra or valum lol
some weekend soon sicka im gonna do a bunch of drugs in your honor
thats the spiirty skale
ive smoked like 3 bags tonight and ate sum too shti is fukn my hed up
yeeaaahhhh!!!!! should i throw that in my sig or what, that sounds coolQuote:
Originally Posted by Skale
yo its freestyle thread, lets quit the chatterin
sicka drops cyanide pills, yall OD on aspirin
bring the hammers in, lets get it poppin
clatterin like pans and pots lets get it hot then
cook my shit like crack, thats why its so hard
your mother and sister ask why its so hard
i smother a bitch up, you fuckers is blisters
I pop you, like the champagne, hit the cork
chug from the jug or the pitcher
and stab you in the damn brain wit a fork
i dont fuck wit the pork, let the bullets eat ya ass bitch
bastids catch clips, fags git wrapped in plastic
yall silicon thugs more fake than Pam's tits
you a walk in the Park, my raps is Jurassic
t-rex, B just pass the weed, next, I need sess
Shrap, im Sicka than a virus that eat flesh
its recess and im the playground bully
push you off of the swing for tryin to pull me
i aint a puppet, fuck it, big biscuit I buck it
a tisket a tasket, I sell ya bitch's ass for a ducket
get off the dick or just suck it, just do it
you dont like me you can lick me, like Nike just do it
im like Mikey, when im on the freestyle court
tryna fight me? your arms bout 3 miles short
u cant box wit this, know your place clown
bone chicks thats ugly, I call em "Face Downs"
cuz my whole shit is ugly B...
and thats the main reason why yall don't wanna fuck wit me
i smoke blunts,...will till the day i die.../
i hope it aint a memorial type fiesta when your givin me props an gettin high..../
dont forget this thread,...smoke a fatty, pull some drive-by's.../
Drive-by mcdonalds' drive thru cuz they forgot my fries.../
grenade launch at the play penm,...those bitches called the 5's an i gotta DUI.../
blow the muther fuckin spot with one rocket shot.../
see half of wucorp,...janitors an what not.../
aint makin shit happen if u step to cap or shrap or sicka aka captain.../
im fr real,...fuck with me an your punk ass will get flattened.../
like i give a damn what u think,...im just layin it down as it flows out my mind.../
where the real heads of this wu shit,...my camp leaves no soldiers behind.../
yo,...you'd get leveled and whatever every damn day for fuckin with us.../
like i said money,...stay on that bus.../
u fucked up,...so now my warpath is headed in your direction.../
stand in my way,..u dick ryding bitches will need more than one condom for protection.../
your catchin heat from an aidz infection.../
my mutha fuckin name is a 120 lesson.../
say what u want,...u know you aint shit.../
didnt even mispell one single word,...off the top of my dome in less than ten minutes bitch!
peace
damn i only seen it 9 minutes after u wrote it
it was 12 actually, i gotta go, peace
peace
Now the beat restart,I shoot rhymes from my heart
Got A hook in my rhymes book,now we rap,go ahead
Italian wiggaz just don't understand the tecnique
Bands of pop-maniacs that are sick of my shaolin-toungue
Let me represent some good ol'italian rapper
The homies took me under,was a fan of Hammer
Three months ago I've listened that shit of Shocca
Fuck yall,THE Italy dj wih tracks up
Ive never been to Rome, but Ive schooled some Greek geeks
who came to my home, for higher knowledge they would seek
sat at my footstool with ink and dried papyrus
provided by my queen but Ausar became Osiris
everything that I taught got mixed, diluted and tampered with
til the water of wisdom became soiled like Pamper shit
the Romans worshipped Auset, but chose to call her Isis
The Greeks worshipped Hay Zeus to avoid any crisis
Constantine constantly tainted helios biblios scriptures
The end result, invariably, an impurity mixture
thats funny, good verse born ruler I
i've never even heard of greece,...sept for that shit drippin off my chicken.../
think you got what it takes boy than u trippin .../
welcome to wucorp dot com.../
im sicka than aidz,...the muthafucka with the ability to let off atomic bombs.../
nuclear raps,...leave the internet wheezing,.../
cats frontin like im commiting treazon when i let em know i got g unit joints on my playlist,...they still aint shit compared to wu so I hope u dont catch net feelings.../
over the music i listen too,...im ten years older than you.../
im glad your droppin fresh bombs in my freestyle section,...throwin down rhyme's official,...keepin it wu,...good for u.../
test me,...ill chop your fukin feet off.../
start a soundclick combined of your screams an the sound of your head goin "splat" against the wall when u meet my sawed off.../
poor salt on your wounds,...horrocore in the tombs.../
been crankin satan's joints throughout the chatrooms before u hit your mama's womb.../
keep it real in this thread or end up dead an extinct like the last dinosaur.../
i started this thread to see how fast i could kill it an I've always remained on top...always holdin down the floor.../
what more?/....shit,...i really dont know,..../
u met my clique right,...they'll melt u like snow in the sun over mexico.../
tijuana rap,...sicka, shrap,cap, goddagree, big ben,..."cats who aint wak".../
hopefully you'll build from this but u can retaliate an seal your fate if u think u gettin attacked.../
if that was the case,...you'd be flatter than pancakes'.../
sweet syrup from my nuts equals sicka's Aid'z piss hittin your face.../
like damn"....why's everyone wanna a piece of me.../
this text is just text,...could be a rip off from some jerk off member of the ill community.../
anyways,...i dont think your phony,...u seem like an honest kid.../
dont fuck with me tho,...you should see what became of the last weirdo that did.../
he's strung up in the trunk of an old beaster ass early seventies caddie.../
bring the pain lil homie,...or get fuckin stomped badly.../
im out, good to meet u,...throw down some more no doubt.../
yeah, thats it,...fuck a shout out,...niggaz no who I think stand out an who I dont give a fuck about
peace
sicka, HIV
Woke up the mornin breeze freezin, smell of fresh cut grass/
Sore from the previous night, Fuck brass, I bare knuckle box glass/
Altercation arose from those who imposed drama in my yard/
Felt like I was at work, punchin in an out like it was a punch card/
Sparred for moments like Holyfeild showed the real deal/
Cranium full of steel, Implanted by the weopen I conceal/
At the time it was the ideal, So I continued to peel/
His head like tires fallin off, from an automobile/
The man staggerin swaggerin as if the dude was drunk/
Rifled his snot box wif a left cross, then like a boat that ship sunk/
Dragged em to the alley, the fiends began to rally/
Took his jeans, an wallet then continued to tally/
Their new net income rose, cuz one nigga chose/
To step on my own lawn an like bombs exchange the blows/
Greed and ambition composed his personality/
To face me I knew the kid possesed no rationality/
Wasn consistent, lacked the knowledge of what I was able to withstand/
By the time dun realised it was like he was neck deep in quicksand/
No remorse, for my action shrugged it off an proceeded home/
Flicked through the channels like nothin happened let my mind roam/
Now um up this mornin awake wif a smile, Captivated by the wire/
One thing before I go I must admit,..... umma habitual liar/
everythin i hear is kill and slaughter
and how niggas take off limbs like what happened to Che guevara
i auta stark smackin niggaz from here to cancun
bushwack a fukin honky fo callin me a funkin coon
put ya in a tomb leave ya rapped u fukin dummy
stupid ass niggas mover around like fukin mummies
the cream dont wait for you bitch u gotta chase it
and on a mic or on this site u aint beatin me face it
but i think thats a lie i just lost to met-a-4
shit so horrible that the score is 1 to 4
sorry five miscounted miseed one out the loop
in a 16 max bar battle he threw 20 what a crook
but i wont complain its my first game i dont feal saltty
i'm rookie in this shit and fo my first turney i dint do auwfly
i cant say that for hollywoodrealty
ithink he's a vet but his ass became a casualty
along with undead ninja which also got whopped
i quote "there aint no such thing as half way crooks"
he shoulda been alive he might have done betta
but half dead half alive undead yea wat eva
so i finish from sunny side florida where thuderstorm rule
Even though shit dont go our way Wu-tang always Rule
peace to the GODS AND THE EARTHS
I got 12 inches to rule when the vinyil is cued
ain't talked to Big Ben since his little seed was due
I was known on these boards before the Sam 7 war
then I dipped like 6 4 in Cali, now back for encore
Bush hunt, I'm Bin Laden, tell me who want war?
drown all marines, ironic bore through the core or corp
gravediggaz horrorcore, pick, sickle, axe for more
chopping devils' heads while keeping a level head
place em in the backyard, crash houses of stacked cards
my bricks thick with quick licks of flames in my moat
my sick wit get chicks nips and dames in my boat
no shame when I wrote my own name in my quote
Born Ruler, I am the signature on dyed notes
signed in blood red swaths, an oath to the living
when we speak of soul and music, both should be living
cats speak of death easily with no resurrection
we fall one by one, the number measured in sections
treasurin protection in the form of drug hazes
but in the end police cameras where your mug gazes
Black bodies packed in cells like slaves aboard ships
once whipped and chained, now you sport chains and your whips
still slaves to massa, no give us us free
Amistad, I'm Cinque, knowledge self and bust free
knowledge of self lets bust free,
from the lust of the green we must learn to release the steam,
as we fiend on clock call it a crock pot as our thoughts slopped,
from the top they topple from peaks rocked the earth shocks,
as the weight on the scales from our birth is skipped and dropped,
sidewalks hop scotched we remain splotched as games on the asphault rot,
baron lots bought from the pain of these diamonds that are sought,
our wrists are wrought clasped and clocked wrapped till taunt,
while BigBen and Born splash these slots with everlasting thoughts..
micraphone fiend
I write straight text from the dictionary/
So in battles my enemies dont write rhymes i make them write there obituary/
So itellectual i speak in binary/
So people if my names too complex for u im a Bibliothecary/
Still too complex? Dont bust a cappillary/
My rhymes seep through/
until your so clear i can see through/
Expose your little idiosyncrances/
The reason why chumps try to step to me is an inomilee to me
PEACE
my mental control the ocean, whole coast be warm frontin
in my stateside show promotion while i aint sayin nuttin.
and i aint convinced the jury could predict a vile mans actions
roam the streets to the yard ruthless people form in factions
and they be actin like micheal jackson turnin white from fear or a sword lashin
cats call me bomberman cuz my word blastin left your minds eye collapsin
in the early 90's you could find me puzzlin over nonfiction
and my lyrical orgys you couldnt fuck wit, no competitions
early stages of lunacy, middle school rhyme style diplomacy
4 lines to 8 lines, slowly holdin chrome moldin trees
i sip that potion at the first notion my boat keeps the ocean floatin
only here do i sing a verbal boastin, in person i lay low keep the baggies open
so when i get chiefed i release these unintelligable briefs
the wu's beats, keep me motivated to speak so freely
and i know i dont measure up
rhymes resemble clusterfucks
tension dropped liked acid dust
that ass gets bucked from slaps and stuff
oh yeah and i must mention my
get high lay on your boat ....
but your ryhmes wont keep you afloat.....
there is more to this game than imagination...
and floatation devices.....
It requires skillz and i demand some shown
dont want to pop your ..raft ..but you have no craft
..so feel the backdraft....as its ...blown down your back...
....keep coming back ...and feel the slap.....
.....
when six starts screamin', ass-first rappers start leavin'
i aint one to be grievin' im helping them leave by gettin even
even if it's dirty, the work must be put in
interefere, i wouldn't, talk back you shouldn't
or ill be swingin' like Ichiro holdin the wooden
some say i'm evil, some think i'm even
im still decidin' but for now, it's Treazon
fire shots thru the wire like Kayne im always squeezin'
fuck wit my team and, you be in rottin in a dumpster bleedin'
but only if were baked or bored, millions of deaths vivid in my brain stored
creativity spill to the page my thoughts pour
Six possess the power to have rappers on all-fours, begging
knees reddened, eyes wet whimpering like a shitty engine
but ima never give in to the money, fame and glamour
id rather point it to myself dummy, aim and fire
im like a church fire comin' to tame the church choir
like fuck your beliefs, Treazon can give a shit bout comic relief
my reign is constant drama, stressin' rappers, infinite trauma
fuck a fair one, and fuck honour, im here to win by any means
trample many teams on my road to happiness
rhymes come like the nappy of the nappinest
you'll feel crappy yellin' clap me when my words clamp and trap ya
come back wit some similies quick like i slapped ya
wordplay when this son plays with words comin' at'cha
crackin' backs wit blackjacks attached to staffs
blast back on tracks laced macs attack ya...
yeah
NICE STUFF TREAZON Y HAVEN'T I SEEN U AROUND THOUGH?
humped this chick who livin down my street...../
cummed so hard i lost control of my feet.../
fucked so long ill bet you couldnt compete.../
with the stamina that aidz has when he's in heat.../
im always in heat,...if u got big tits come sit next to me.../
horny like a rabbit, call me "bugz" an strip down immediatly.../
fuck so many girls its unbelievable.../
stains on the ceiling,...nutted on the coffee table.../
so much spuge released from wu hefner i bet i broke the world record.../
fuckin so many ho's prolly got kids from here to manchester.../
boys an girls who aint gettin child support.../
they got enuf cuz they apart of my bloodline,...they're gonna dominate in every sport.../
olympics better watch out,...hell i may as well start my own league.../
of unbelievable fuckin porn star humpin machines.../
my girls will all be queens.../
leave u bunk ho's behind when they hit their "teens".../
dont matter to me,...like i give a fuck,.../
my boys will never be gay like your incesting kids teachin eachother how to buttfuck.../
tired of rappin bout the same ol shit.../
figured i'd switch it up a bit.../
Idaho sucks dick.../
i'll never be caught dead in boise "u can bet on it".../
new "playboy", Im the one an only Wu Hefner.../
issue after issue,..shit only gets better an better..../
I turn your daughters into nymphos,...they go bisexual an get wetter an wetter.../
gotta take all the damn picture's myself so u know i be gettin brains no matter the weather../
mad cheddar in the porn biz.../
once they eighteen your daughters move into my crib.../
best place to live,...my mansion,.../
fuckin A kid,...u seen me,...it's cuz im so damn handsome..../
fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,FUCK YALL MAHFUCKAZ
PEACE an imout
yeh yo its the Knight Voldron Steppin up bout to tear out ur vocal cords nahh mean
yo yo The Black Hole/
Has Fallen down on ya Earth/
a Should have Cock-Blocked Ur Abbotts Game/
To Stop u At Birth/
The Knight Voldron Laced Up With God U'z/
Tryin to Drop Science to these Cherry-Heads that Rob you/
Smackin this crab cat in the back of Bojangles/
Swipin off the DJ's Arms so theres Nuttin To Dance To/
Holdin up the Gold Fronts to the cats with fish Raps/
Sittin in G. P. A. with dusles an no gats/
YO YO Tell me wat yall think bou that shit if yall dont get the meaning of this ill explain it for yall muthafuccaz. The StoryBook AKA Knight Voltron
i come and i go.. actually im just busy as shit but whenever light one up at home ill drop something