Official Freestyle Thread

Yo tsunamni styles,verses too wild,secrets not told,human man-child,M.C.s fold,guns fired,hitmen hired,cars hot wired,never too tired,bed-time,no-time,here comes show time,get me no time,lyrics too strong ryhme,seeds sowed,M.C.s mowed,skills showed,lyrics throwed,dirty hoes,rhymes killing,styles illing,hundred pound billing,fuck one shelling,hot shit selling,get a beating,from hot rap teaching,people not reaching,basket-ball winner,invite me to dinner,only a winner,lyrics profiling,cut faces smiling,shashing plates,breaking glasses,kicking arses,fucking up the place,shashing peoples face,coming to an end,when I press SEND.

im distorted....by all that is reported...
immigrants.....are still straight deported...
we at war with a ghostfaced town....
soldiers are still going down....
mothers are still getting aborted..
planes are still getting boarded...
who supports the shit you recorded..
strike guitars with shit correctly chorded...
in the middle of the night
i just might..
take a flight ...
to a place I like...
just might...
Dip on this world..... before I...
spit on this song..going like i was dead wrong
but its to late ...im stuck here... full of hate
next plan is to make my mind desipate....
very little hesitation and haste...
i cut and i paste...
i know... i realize my place...
its right here and right now...
the beats and the sounds...
so i might as well give it a pound...
so lets crack this blunt ...i dont want to front..
this economy has made me tuff...blaze
where i stay.... yes i need a puff...
can you feel my rage
this might seem cold... like the ice age....
this might seem like a book.... so turn the page....
we are locked in this cage...
guided by the powers to devour....
young girls get deflowered....
yes this is the sours...
we must love what we adore....
and its not a turk in the corner store...
ready to sell any monkey a bannana....
ill storm and ill stamp you....
this world is ours...
with a leader ready to lead the blind....
get in line .....ready to make this cat money...
but when there is a storm ...who is ready to come threw...
not you bush....you are the penis between us......
ready to thrust... every man with his hand out...
fuck you and this war ... bring my brothers back...
sitting on your texas plantation...
but treat us like haitians........
i know its a fast pace nation....
but you aint facing our struggle ....
the only thing you have is a muzzle...
on every man with a real issue...
dont get mad cause i nudge you...
or spit on your shoe...
you havent a clue...
on what it takes ....
to make a man a man....
your dad made you the fag your are...
keep staring at the stars.....
i hope you the stars shower and burn you on your lips...
cause i hate the shit you spit.....

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Originally Posted by Ballad Ballistik

im distorted....by all that is reported...
immigrants.....are still straight deported...
we at war with a ghostfaced town....
soldiers are still going down....
mothers are still getting aborted..
planes are still getting boarded...
who supports the shit you recorded..
strike guitars with shit correctly chorded...
in the middle of the night
i just might..
take a flight ...
to a place I like...
just might...
Dip on this world..... before I...
spit on this song..going like i was dead wrong
but its to late ...im stuck here... full of hate
next plan is to make my mind desipate....
very little hesitation and haste...
i cut and i paste...
i know... i realize my place...
its right here and right now...
the beats and the sounds...
so i might as well give it a pound...
so lets crack this blunt ...i dont want to front..
this economy has made me tuff...blaze
where i stay.... yes i need a puff...
can you feel my rage
this might seem cold... like the ice age....
this might seem like a book.... so turn the page....
we are locked in this cage...
guided by the powers to devour....
young girls get deflowered....
yes this is the sours...
we must love what we adore....
and its not a turk in the corner store...
ready to sell any monkey a bannana....
ill storm and ill stamp you....
this world is ours...
with a leader ready to lead the blind....
get in line .....ready to make this cat money...
but when there is a storm ...who is ready to come threw...
not you bush....you are the penis between us......
ready to thrust... every man with his hand out...
fuck you and this war ... bring my brothers back...
sitting on your texas plantation...
but treat us like haitians........
i know its a fast pace nation....
but you aint facing our struggle ....
the only thing you have is a muzzle...
on every man with a real issue...
dont get mad cause i nudge you...
or spit on your shoe...
you havent a clue...
on what it takes ....
to make a man a man....
your dad made you the fag your are...
keep staring at the stars.....
i hope you the stars shower and burn you on your lips...
cause i hate the shit you spit.....

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spark a el and tell me whats real...

words reveal a verbal mental meal
resentful appeal converse while conceal
procrastinate delay rescuing the people
as suits well tailored clothe those of the evil
they smirk eating people as natures wrath seals
the poor fates wading in sewage water waste
a hotter place physical states in shock with shakes
the media mocking takes places condemned with chaotic snakes
watch and wait they'll use this to pass laws for freedoms to take....

Yo Rebel style hard,leave people charred,lyrics getting barred,But doesn't care,always battle fair,rhymes not shared like 128 M.B. shared graphics memory,is only cheap,and a pile of heap,fluffy sheep,ryhmes to deep,to make sense,but make leap fence,my style is hence,the stupid sentence,going at 12:30 P.M. to hit the basket ball court,freestyle comes in only one thought,no battles won lost or fought,my skill level nought,doesn't make sense,because I'm high like pie in the sky,I think I could fly maybe one day,someday,none day,yayyay,forget rebel style changed to mental hospital style,I'm really relaxed,my plans have been axed,and I'm death certificate faxed,minus the tax,I'm finishing now I don't know how but I think wow!

Frogs, logs, and dead hog corpses left on enforcers porches
Retailiate high noon..watch nuns oppose my forces
Tha Game i'm not in it for tha fortune i give those in this unfortunate struggle a portion
After me seeds survive tha abortion, On tours torchin' mics..black knight extortion
One day it'll all make sense greedy corporations expect tha expense
I get out of order like a bi-polar persons mood swing, when i can't pay rent
Homelessman hiking mountains sent to represent his sound
Walkin', sparkin' dangerous grounds, cave-in tha underground
Poundcake niggas courtesy of Sara Lee, tha best baker in town

let me freestyle in the meanwhile people dying in miles and miles of submerged denial victims with wrinkled flesh neglected and left alone similar to the children living in the drug free zones where drugs are commonly known family providers smoking bones angry voice tones domestic violence cloned consider whats being done think of new orleans as a child raised in the city with an urban welfare style parents together then split up for a while drugs accessible easily one can get tired and submerse into a numb world of vile non existance becomes ones conscious as hit after hit they become nauseous the child in that home absorbs nonsense self esteem is lost parents never show-up to parent teacher conferences cost souls are tainted and tossed into society vices who's paying these prices?? a nation in crisis from natural violence disaster confines when monkeys are silenced Bush is a tyrant delivering speeches smirking and smiling as families are torn apart dying children born are crying stop lying to yourself and start climbing!!!!

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Originally Posted by bigben

let me freestyle in the meanwhile people dying in miles and miles of submerged denial victims with wrinkled flesh neglected and left alone similar to the children living in the drug free zones where drugs are commonly known family providers smoking bones angry voice tones domestic violence cloned consider whats being done think of new orleans as a child raised in the city with an urban welfare style parents together then split up for a while drugs accessible easily one can get tired and submerse into a numb world of vile non existance becomes ones conscious as hit after hit they become nauseous the child in that home absorbs nonsense self esteem is lost parents never show-up to parent teacher conferences cost souls are tainted and tossed into society vices who's paying these prices?? a nation in crisis from natural violence disaster confines when monkeys are silenced Bush is a tyrant delivering speeches smirking and smiling as families are torn apart dying children born are crying stop lying to yourself and start climbing!!!!

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B.B. is the illest!

'Empiricist' Your 'Theory' Will-be-NOT Beating me So yea..'Invalid'/
You Wont 'Experience it', Like Your 'Mic Cheque', When you 'Cashed it!'/
I was gonna 'write This Ryhme'.. But like Jay-z 'Empiricist' Stole My 'Blueprint'/
'Ctrl+C' + 'Crtl+V' There ya go dunny, At least i Taught you how To Use it!!/
Only Time 'Empiricist' be 'Bashing Skulls' Is when the 'Peices' Of the 'Puzzle-Dont-Fit'
'Injected' yourself With 'Smack' Would be the 'Only-Way' Your Gonna get 'Dope-Hits!'/
He Trys to 'Wipe Shit' All he Gets is 'ASS' Cause he 'Cant Drop'/
'Even Strains' Sorry for the Mental Picture, 'Butt' Finally 'THAT ONE PLOP!'/
You Couldnt 'Punch a Line' If you Were Hitting on the 'Heart Monitor'/
only Reason you 'Pretended to Be Hot' was so the Nurse Brought 'On the Thermometer!'/
You 'Represent The BLock?' Or the 'Peice of Stone' in your Garden 'Cemented'/
EMP Is 'Simply-Not-Legend', Got Fucked, and 'Left-Here-Pregnant!!'/

not really a freestyle but i aint making a thread for it.

you can never start climbing these mountains of hard rhyming
darts flying from the summit with on the mark timing
flashback to bloody times, rockin muddy tims
faggots wit funny rhymes walk hot coals wit bloody shins
bitch please, just leave, like Arnie he'll be back
with a can of ass whoopin and a lil league bat
don't make me open it, potent shit
not like your weed that fakes be smokin it
lips taste like smoke and dick, don't kiss that bitch
sooner make the pussy flip than be pussy whipped
whip that bitch, put her to work now
any if anyone try to cut in, watch em get merked BLAOW

aint makin a thread for it
trade it in at the ATM and get you some head for it
metaphoric missiles mash mothafuckas potatos
vegetable ass herbs get juiced like tomatos
AYO!!! KATO!!! on some crack head shit
part ya skull down the middle on some crack head shit
with the bat heads split, theres no question
hoes flexin, i serve they salad wit no dressin
shine fluorescent, nuff to give you skin cancer
hit bastids and shake em down, the muddy tims dancer

word enhancer mental lances cause cancer
subliminal "they live" orders you answer
shrap ben and james climb the ladders
to elevate over the idiotic chatter
call me the 700 pound idea implantor
hideous slander big palm face slappers
chased with laughter as cheeks turn redder
ego's get teethered..watch out he's taking a header!!
draped in an over sized sweater thinking he's better,
these chickens get plucked and feathered,
during the hottest of sunny weather fakers wearing leathers,
facades as fake as pleather dimwits die together

Im the word enhancer ...panty romancer...
Yell outloud but you still cant get a bouncer...
You Got the question, yes i am the answer...
prance on your grave, like i was a dancer...
cats got burned.... cause i drive a lancer....
i just smoked you.. still aint got the cancer...
i lace the track... cause i am the lacer..
i run quick...much like a racer...
like a criminial ready to erase ya...
mush your face if i dont taste ya..
step out of place and ill place ya..
removing your face.. as i face ya...
try to run this race and ill race ya...

My lines of death chalk trace tha frames of these fools chasing fame
mask on before i face tha dames that wouldv'e placed tha blame
Bodies drop like rain water once i go out of order
Pop their pops then screw their daughters
I hit arenas and show slaughter when i flow harder
If beef is ya order prepare for takeout, or just breakout
Move faster wit tha blade out, stab ya brain (blaow!)
Styles are idolized my mind-state giant size, rap vandals fly
In tha sky sighting under lighting meditating before writing
I spit on train-tracks, and electrify tha rails
Shockin' battles in hell, if i fail tha victor gets their head chopped off by skale
Big Ben punches through tha stomach of Uncle Sam's whale

bigben steadily clockin 10.0 up on the richter
king james suffocate suckas wit stacks of scriptures
thats when the shrapnel hit ya, shred ya ass to pieces
scrap your thesis and use it to wipe my ass of feces
our cypher been years long, a billion beers strong
you choke on the sack just like a queer's thong
dicks get strangled, no homo I garotte you
hope you got a gas mask, else ima smoke you-
out, choke you out, blood soaked in one bout
pissin blood out, you hope you run out
and pass out, so you won't feel the pain
when i punch through ya skull and steal ya brain
keep it real, you lame, so don't act dope, dummy
rock you in ya face... yo why is ya nose runny
bleedin all out ya face, get put in a tight yoke
leave you wit less braincells than Haiti got white folk
fuckin faggot!