Official Freestyle Thread

put the flame to the cypher, spark it, illuminate the darkness
like when the AR spits cartridges leavin artless artists heartless
start shit with a hood wit a pound, get put in the ground
got this hot shit locked and loaded you wont get off a round
or last one, swift reaction, get your head smashed dun
boney knuckles bout 2 open a can of whoop ass on
any bitch in the vicinity, witness the fragility
of these fake G's when they take 3, the trilogy
of iron fists, im wirin bitches with fire and dick
put a dime on the strip for hire to get ripped
just for another stack, trife motha fucka rap
yall dickridin faggots get up and suck a gat
i bust the bat out, knock ya jaw out for nothin
best believe when we make rock from raw its for somethin
thats the cash rules everything around me, try clown me
I guar-on-tee theyll never find the spot where you drowned B

Conjour Tricks, that Conquer Continents cuz Wnd is a "Proper Men"
like fuckin Concerts in Compton, be n Big Ben be Sending lyrical Comets ta "Cock-Heads"
Sicka den Aids Dealt the Constant Conflict with Death,
cuz his Enemys don''t know the Difference between Common Sense n Confidence
should of known there'd be a Consiquence, now ya'll just sum "Pawns in Chess"
cuz ya'll Wack Heads in a Boxed in Fence, Best Option is ta know u were "not ta live"
cuz ya parents didn't plan on the Condom ta Ripp... so consider ya shortly lived life a compliment

Best be down for the count dunny, dont look up
lickin shots, scopin out emcees, keep your fingers crossed
Locked n loaded ready to shake the jakes
sugar coated, rappers just b dodgin snakes
Im killin monsters, grippin a glock n a spliff
Goin bonkers, decidin wether to b droppin a clip
straight nasty shit, dooks gettin posterized
war fronts in america, weak stomaches bess close der eyes

Bitches down my loads daily, all dimes hail me the mack
Cuz' they know i got a knack for breakin' backs in the sac
This dick be their snack, i never put it in the ass-crack
But when i'm done they call me James Glover after i tap that
Slap the thighs, get em' high then hurt em' wit pleasurable pain
Pull chics without game, they lineup on the train for my number, and name
Fresh pussy never the same, different shades, shapes, and sizes
Positions iv'e mastered all, i'm a mattress banging' advisor
Never hit em' the size of Rosanne, prefer them thin, and tan

yo son looks like you b over the hill
McGwuire impersonator poppin performance pills

adore the steel, give brain to this gat, rainin wit caps
die bitch, as you scream high pitched like Jadakiss laugh
say bye snitch as i fire this black glock at your iris
now you blind as a bat, oughta slap cock to your dime bitch
must be a blind bitch if she was fuckin wit you
musta been in that shit for the cash, just fuckin wit you
fat clips in the stash, guess what they hold a lot fo
yall gotta know, im comin through bangin all the block hoes
if you hot to cockblock, catch a shot in your cock bro
beefin wit me and livin somethin like winnin the lotto
im in for the GWAP though, dont get it twisted bastud
blink and youll miss watchin ya shit get snatched up
watch off of ya wrist, plus the rangs off you's digits
chang off ya neck, or must I bang off 2 digits
worth of shots, bang off the teck, hurt the block
like weight throwin, a takeover, merk ya spot
yall jerks have got to be kidding bout ya pape earns
if you eatin that good, oughta be shitting, got a tapeworm?
"Lil Heater That Could", I think I think I think I can
you think I can't? I click I click I click I blam
aint talkin bout Saran when I say it's a wrap
take a few of those bricks to weigh down the sack
takin fewer coke bricks to lay down the trap
swimmin wit the big fish you may drown in stacks

ayo, when its hot out i'm even colder
ya bitch was juss so so so i had to throw her
who told you i was an average client
you know i'm not selling or pawning buying
your the reason i'm leaving
get at me, ya head i'm heaving
with a ice pick stuck in yo brain
i say your name then aim
wrist lit up like a lamp
got baseheads sucking on they amps
what do you need
everything to nothing i achieve countless flows b
you got the down syndrome
when ya head bangs the wall, all we hears thump
heres how i roll
first i gotta flow
then i gotta hit em up like daps
this city i jack, and it ain't new jack

downing H20 glistening goes the Au
climaxed from erotic mental pictures you drew
3rd eye and 6th sense wasn't obtained from school
inherited your vengance from a clever gene pool
blisters on your skin from the fires you ran thru
sails estranged you from the unforgiving winds that blew
deceived by masked culprits you thought you knew
faces split from tossed empty bottles of brew
sleepless nights of justifying the town of lewd
belief of immortality surfaces from a mind thats so shrewd
karma avenges trifling deeds you've done with your crew
egos cutting checks unzip their pants preparing to screw
another bird comes thanks to your handsome tree He grew
pretty birds chirping bringing endless moods of blue
all that glitters and shines eventually turns to pooh
pounds drop had to stop can't think what to do what to do
dusk 'til dawn strolling across street lawns
no time to yawn gotta keep playing the pawn
cold sweats drip past the lines that were drawn
losing grasp of the time when you were a fawn

u cannot compete wit da beat i be droppin
its sleek obsolete and hip-hop poppin
i flow like tha wind and swim like tha seas
after u hear one line ull be fallin to yo knees
its like a disease that spreads so rapidly
when i start my rhyme, i leave no casualties
gradually, ill make my way to you
and when im through, ull be wishin u never knew
what me an my homies just did to yo crew
well bust through and stomp yall down
ill make u kiss my shoes and shine my crown
im the best, the illest hustla in town
whats with the frown?
u dont like bein stepped upon
left, no mom, to save u dis time
ur forced to be encountered by the rhyme
thers no time for cryin wipe those tears
then get the fuck up and grab me a beer
u leave in fear no intentions of comin back
u start to run i follow close behind, grab yo knapsack
strike u in the spine, push u to the ground
take out my nine, no one hears a sound
round hole left in yo head, im guessin yous dead
thats what u get for disrespectin my reign
u lame little prick, i told u not to fuck wit
the slickest rapper becuz im also insane

sorry if its not that great dont have much experience

yo

just home from hell with some stories to tell bout niggaz with crushed skullz and topless bitches locked in cells.../
u dont wanna see where i been, throw u into toxic shock.../
demon's will fuck u so hard you'll forget how to walk.../
so dont talk, im one of those devils.../
come here from time to time, take u to the highest levels.../
u aint shit, my realm is fire brimstone for days.../
get on your knees, im the rap kali ma Sicka than aidz.../
rip your heart out your chest then set fire to your flesh.../
make your fam eat whats left of the melted mess.../
of victims...im a holocaust to rappers, cept im out to kill all man kind.../
the only thought i get when your around is "chop his head off an fuck his girls behind.../
sawed off shotgun fuck u up sun,..cant run,...blam your done.../
aint fun when that fuckin buckshots chasin your ass.../
street sweep your corner an leave your whole hood dead in the grass.../
i aint fuckin kiddin, tie u to my whip an zip down the strip.../
strip u naked first and see how many speed bumps i can hit.../
u fucks think your all that,...fine wit me, keep lyin to yourself,.../
dont hurt your self boy cuz i wont answer your cry's for help.../
u should do your self a favor an sell your computer.../
chop off your hands or something, u need a rap tutor.../
and it aint gonna be me because i dont give a fuck bout none of yall.../
wrote this shit in less then ten minutes, the whole time i was scratchin my balls.

pir
peace

Me n SickaLeave Deep Slits, equipped with Deadly Adhesive's
thats spittin "Hotness" like Heat Vents
How come they Seem Tense, Problems Come with believe'n
Make em Bleed Flesh then they Flee Death
Cuz Hatas felt what they "thought " Like He was Readin'
These Fools think they can compete in Spits
but how is that if they won't Come Meet da Kids
We be Obsolete with Scripts, wit no Real Weaknesess
Ending each Existence With, Defeat from our Convince'n Spits

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Originally Posted by SpOk3N

Thanks O3EY...

Are u in the Miami Area? I've seen O3EY On alot of walls as of late....curious to see if that was you

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i think he is that dude obey, makes stickers an clothes an shit, i stole his avy on a different site an waste12(montreal fag) turned it into a cookie monster

u guys are dumb

graff artists make that shit, u actually think O3eu is that good that peeps be paintin his face all over, they have one of everybody even bob ross!

Anotha muthafucka say "Crunk" I'll kill em.
That shit is wack.

Check it out.
Wreck ya fuckin tech like a malicious comp virus
I blast and snap ya head back like infections of the sinus
like linus, I pack a blanket wherever I go
the cops don't know
that in it lies the heat that blows
ya fortress up like ballistic missiles
it sticks just like a bristle
drop the body in the river
knowin ya family miss you
here's the issue.
Ya pop shit, makin ya mouth spit,
involuntarily. Pink mist all over tha cement.

Offa that fake gansta shit. Drop a hot 16 and toss away the clip.

I smash rappers sayin that they spit the best//
and now they hearts soundin like gorrillas beatin they chest//
Bitch you kno you dont even show tha true hip-hop//
1-2, ya don't stop until my verse gets dropped//
at ya show, see ya shakin wit the mic in ya grip//
this be the 6th shot, now I got 10 in the clip.//
Crack ya lips, but nothin comes out,
ya coughin up blood.//
Now what's that you said about my bombs bein duds?//
Verse blast like luger's rip mic's like Freddy Krueger.//
I do ya. Then throw ya rotten corpse into a sewer.//
I can't be deflected by crosses, or garlic,//
ya harmless, my darts make holes in metal armors.//
I come brandishin weapons tha sever ya fuckin skeletons//
Im evidentally blastin ya presence back to the essence//
and ya guessin that im testin ya will. Don't try to flatter me//
I zap ya fuckin energy like opposites of batteries//