Official Freestyle Thread

yo...


honor justice code like samurai in edo,
the only thing,
repace the swords with chrome desert eagles...
the armor that was once bamboo and dragon talons....
replaced with bullet-proof vest's and dinner plate medallions.
the code remains in the true heart it sustains the temple,
remember days of nentendo games and "all so simple?"
coppin dimes at the corner store and stealin phillies....
jackin bikes from out yards, ride out, and poppin wheelies....
but we all grown up now and it's complicated....
got popped for six bricks, crashed the whip it was confiscated.
missed your kids growin up for 17 years....
having constant flashbacks of family lost in tears...
the 2 inch plexiglass masks your true intention,
commin up from the slums, aint had a pot to piss in....
only a window to throw it out of, considerd lucky,
the snakes, they run game....droppin names and tried to dust me...
took my whole life away, i seek the illest vengance,
stool pidgeons dig thier own graves.....black mask, i make decisions...
to take lives...
take back the missing peices,
got back my chrome desert eagles, violence and hate increases...
17 years, caught the older stoolies slippin,
rounded the avenue, mash the saftey and pop the clip in.
i got seven hot darts, popped at the rat bastards,
they lay there, leakin and screamin, i mash the gas FASTER....
seen the red and blue lights im hittin signs and swervin....
the lines were blurring and memories of prision was lurkin....
fuck the shit,
dump the clip,
stop the whip and jump out,
aint got nothin to loose, rather get killed than punk out....
load up another chamber full of brass and hollowpoint lead,
made the front page news,
another soldier dead.

"dont let vengance blind you. let knowledge guide you."

rollin stoned like mick jagger,
the body bag master,
toe tagger...michrophone slayer, battle hi-jacker
crushed uliy-grants in my pocket. never in wallet,
slap you so hard, your rhymes pop out an eye socket,
murder was the case that they gave me...
never say mabey, stomp your skull in, your wifey birth'in crushed babies,
devistate,
slap a crab mouth, and then i levitate the soul, crush the flesh mold, school you and then incenerate,
ya whole frame.
god is my name, blow shit like T.N.T.,
choke you with the microphone cable,
aint easy bein me, it's habbit....well half of it's habbit the rest is habitat,your rhymes is like pellet gun's son, my shit's a bigger gat,
thats aimed at the freshmen,
ametures and battle contestants who need a lesson in controlled mic posession.
doper than an airplane thats packed with anphetimines,
pop-music rappers talkin shit in off in magizines, it's cowardly,
the god has empowerd me,
smash rappers who battle me, devour cliques ouick,
get paid like hourly.
im lo-pro,
rock a kangol, goose-down in city snow,
pack a pen and pad with my heater,
kill snakes in slow mo.
the matrix,
without all of the fake shit and the movie stunts,
rollin blunts, thick as phone cables,
stay shine like platinum fronts.

fuck it.

born under a bad sign,
microphone shine like chrome nine
duckin the jakes, some call em one time,
dependin on your side of the rock,
some lames cock block, get dropped
packin more heaters than any sauna got
delicious
shugar pussy wetter than the ocean get,
deeper than a dan brown novel,
some like to ride the dick,
and bite dick
dick bitin faggots get stabbed with icy picks and popped with grips,
bigger than cannons in dirty harry flicks.
im plasma screen,
20's on the whip,
loaded magizine,
commin clean like juru the dam....fuckin theese drama queens,
your hopeless,
sniper-type sights and still you cant focus,
creep up in your ear from behind,
destroy your whole opus.
fake, plastic rappers get tossed like active hand grenades,
chillin, smokin bones on big boats down in the everglades,
im top notch,
crush that ass like sasquach,
set some shit off,
take seven shots and keep tickin like a swiss watch,
then double back, tuck brass and lead off in a iron gat,
imagine that,
you just got burned,
from dank gorrila track.
im seven samurai, chop shit like im ruroni kenshin,
rob theese twisted white collar crooks,
then smoke the dank tradition.
what??????

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Originally Posted by DANKZILLA

yo...


honor justice code like samurai in edo,
the only thing,
repace the swords with chrome desert eagles...
the armor that was once bamboo and dragon talons....
replaced with bullet-proof vest's and dinner plate medallions.
the code remains in the true heart it sustains the temple,
remember days of nentendo games and "all so simple?"
coppin dimes at the corner store and stealin phillies....
jackin bikes from out yards, ride out, and poppin wheelies....
but we all grown up now and it's complicated....
got popped for six bricks, crashed the whip it was confiscated.
missed your kids growin up for 17 years....
having constant flashbacks of family lost in tears...
the 2 inch plexiglass masks your true intention,
commin up from the slums, aint had a pot to piss in....
only a window to throw it out of, considerd lucky,
the snakes, they run game....droppin names and tried to dust me...
took my whole life away, i seek the illest vengance,
stool pidgeons dig thier own graves.....black mask, i make decisions...
to take lives...
take back the missing peices,
got back my chrome desert eagles, violence and hate increases...
17 years, caught the older stoolies slippin,
rounded the avenue, mash the saftey and pop the clip in.
i got seven hot darts, popped at the rat bastards,
they lay there, leakin and screamin, i mash the gas FASTER....
seen the red and blue lights im hittin signs and swervin....
the lines were blurring and memories of prision was lurkin....
fuck the shit,
dump the clip,
stop the whip and jump out,
aint got nothin to loose, rather get killed than punk out....
load up another chamber full of brass and hollowpoint lead,
made the front page news,
another soldier dead.

"dont let vengance blind you. let knowledge guide you."

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^^^FIRE

"....out on the Island bombin niggaz all day.."

word. thanks. that shit was actually about a friend of mine's dad who got pinched in atlanta. cops killed him.

here comes the factor with a style thats spectacular,
master crafts that freeze up your brian, poison your vascular.
spash cats like 40's of juice left on thier grave sights,
slap your mouth so hard you grand children see the daylights.
my rhymes are like dosing on 12 bottles of xanex,
then drinkin 12 bottles of sake mixed up with rid-x.
thats 24 reasons why to stay the fuck up out my,
cypher,
roach mc's get tossed, might catch a black eye,
or pierced brain stem from nuerologial damages,
ametures get sprayed and dipped in acid-laced bandages.
im sicknin,
one man mic-horron convention,
disentigrate the fake is my whole rhymn conviction.
i dodge darts, best bring science to try and off me,
your rhymes disslove like white shugar cubes, dipped in my coffee.
my microphone is sharper than the blade of a benchmade,
under-skilled mc's can catch the vapor's is bitch-made
im hazardous,
trap weak lyrics up in my calculus,
try me son,
see just how shiny my verbal scalpel is.

peace.

(this re yo last post only)

yo Dank, yo shit ring up in ma head
like that elevator music, when you go to bed
you spit hate with some serious fury
drop a flurry of darts, like a ninja in a B movie
you need to settle,
before you blow da lid off like a boiling kettle
someone give this dog a cigarette
sit'im down and put a wet towel on his forhead

peace...

Agree or disagree these degrees cremate emcee's
After Dead Prez strapped wit a M-1 to represent me
Move wit tha speed of a shootin' star, tha lyrical jaguar
Dogs get stabbed then mauled in project halls
Don't stall or ya brains decorate tha walls
I get puss while you play Paul jackin' ya pee-wee at a movie rated-pg
Electric microbes couldn't see me, villian killin' machine
Never seen slippin' when i'm spittin' sets be dippin' tha scene
Dirty like Mcgirt not Mr. Clean, swordz hit cha' spleen

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Originally Posted by denaturat

(this re yo last post only)

yo Dank, yo shit ring up in ma head
like that elevator music, when you go to bed
you spit hate with some serious fury
drop a flurry of darts, like a ninja in a B movie
you need to settle,
before you blow da lid off like a boiling kettle
someone give this dog a cigarette
sit'im down and put a wet towel on his forhead

peace...

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hahahaha wooorrrdd....i dig.

check this space age shit out.... (to the old man beat from masta killas album.)

i battle vast mentality's, span eons and galaxys.
my stragety, to boost the brain cavity capacity.
corruption of the globe, out of control like spore molds.
i crush your empire, make your whole family forclose.
one thing,
i need you cats to visualize,
im fortified.
i vaporize like scotty beam me up from the enterprise.
im 5 billion light years from mic fears,
i might strike peers,
hallucenogenic like wormwood soaked in light beers.
i calculate the fate of poison snakes,
create a concrete coffin for flakes,
strike like thor's hammer to face.
im complex,
like gravity-eating space darkness vortex,
attack pullominary arteries, cerebral cortex.
im phatter than the avriage cat, in fact im spectacular,
travel time like back to the future flux-capacitor.
bastards get thier heads wrapped up in bandages faster than,
light travels,
i un-ravel the facts of a lesser man.
i travel the whole globe like im currency,
fuck with this your man be diallin 911 like an emergency
i strech pussy out like i do condoms,
im callin fakes out,
like f-4 phantoms in vietnam, i bombed em.


fuck.......

cool, glad you you were diggin it, was just trying being funny, not tryin to battle

strraaiight......man, i battle for fun alot too. me and my hommies sling darts to fuckin laugh sometimes. it's just words. i would rather brothas battle with lyrics than with guns n shit. but thats not always the case.

peep this here shit.....tell me what you think.

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Originally Posted by DANKZILLA

check this space age shit out.... (to the old man beat from masta killas album.)

i battle vast mentality's, span eons and galaxys.
my stragety, to boost the brain cavity capacity.
corruption of the globe, out of control like spore molds.
i crush your empire, make your whole family forclose.
one thing,
i need you cats to visualize,
im fortified.
i vaporize like scotty beam me up from the enterprise.
im 5 billion light years from mic fears,
i might strike peers,
hallucenogenic like wormwood soaked in light beers.
i calculate the fate of poison snakes,
create a concrete coffin for flakes,
strike like thor's hammer to face.
im complex,
like gravity-eating space darkness vortex,
attack pullominary arteries, cerebral cortex.
im phatter than the avriage cat, in fact im spectacular,
travel time like back to the future flux-capacitor.
bastards get thier heads wrapped up in bandages faster than,
light travels,
i un-ravel the facts of a lesser man.
i travel the whole globe like im currency,
fuck with this your man be diallin 911 like an emergency
i strech pussy out like i do condoms,
im callin fakes out,
like f-4 phantoms in vietnam, i bombed em.


fuck.......

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that's some vicious shit. I like:" i vaporize like scotty beam me up from the enterprise." not sure old man's the best choice for these type of lyrics.

yeah. i would need a fuckin naaaasty beat. some fuckin....like samurai showdown. somethin like that. i was just jammin old man when i wrote it. glad you dig.