Official Freestyle Thread

[oDoUoSoKo]

yes. the smokin bullet holes inside ur partner
make me think darker, ull get canceled like the parkers
loud screams the soundtrack to a sidistic, mental state
my sugar ray darts will crush ya gental face and make ya dentals brake
fo shizure ill make u snoop troops sound like shizzit
leave la layin flat till genius allah pay u a visit
grimm tales, not deaths ass, but best belive i kick it
vicious, im pure evil killed a bitch callin me wicked
soft sentimentals get kung fu gripped bazooka blast
a 7 body platoon leader not afraid to shoot ya ass
my rusty chipped hatchet,must be named casket
cuz thats where it puts these crusty lipped bastards
cemetery tenant, pay rent in dead pesants
i got more bodies on this shovel than the yankees got penants
like skales my lungiez uranium
my dick nicknamed chimp, and bitches always give my monkey some cranium

[Mantra]

I get more paper than printers venomous vocals vandalize contenders
Come enter my chamber and i'll maim a ranger hang em' high blazer
Movers n' shakers get shanked tha human skin shaver
Gettin' major love lyrics stay ugly as pugs thugs catch billy clubs
Sword in guts you lay in tha gutter wit drug needles i'm evil cuz
My missles skud blow ya spot up in smoke before ya woke up
I'm a king like Tut packin' tha god-u that'll put a hole in u like a donut
Got tha block sown with home grown smoke in ya skull pass tha bones
Spray clones like cologne after tha throne kings get stoned
Queens get boned til' they orgasim give em' sore spasims
I stay spazzin' murder tha track dragon phantom
Lampin' under lanterns countin' green tha Jim Bean drunken fiend
Since it's almost Halloween i'll pumpkin carve ya face open scream

[RockD]

i spits strands of fire a hit man for hire called Rock
D is defined like defender of time i got the game locked
i pro hop and rock mics on teknickle styles wit no issues
nigga sweat my style so their tear drops need tissue
to whipe them of the floor they need no more they had enough
callin them out on royal flush cause they ass is just bluff
so stay hushed i'm the freestyle elite from the wu's dart temple
i spit, shadow box and also train in kenpo
so tell yo sensai that its not okay to mess wit a Wu miniac
over confident dont give a fuk rhyme scheme briniac
and thats the facts jack dont like it then dont read
get, smoked ,blazed like hemp old style weed
its all greed in here you danm queer now steer yo ass out my path
if you aint ready for the pain u aint ready for the wrath
so stay outcasted dont get blasted and splattered
u dont really wanna finish the beef that u gathered

i was that practicin for the turney lol if ya can gimme a comment thnx

[proph3t]

it's time to bring the static, my semiautomatic rifle will leave niggaz climatically athsematic//
hmm, this is problematic, my programmic style imprints my face with a smile//
casuse my sniper rifle has you in my sights, ill smoke you up brighter than a festival of lights//
tonights festivities are filled with abnormalities, your vearin visions will be blinded by my lyrical incisions//
you'll feel the rush like splittin' 2 wrists/its seerin' adrenalin consumes your mind in a shrouded cloud of mystic bliss//
your in a hopeless situation, i scope out my enimies through my observation//
check the wind pattern, im headed east to unleash this beast upon you like a family feast//

[oDoUoSoKo]

fork usin chop stick flinger, top dick swinger
leave ya body covered in plaster only expose 1 finger
trappin u, toss darts in a sopisticated magnitude
u dropped out of rappin school while i graduated magna cum
makin the provolone, werk ya byrd to the bone
the nunchaku will stop u from from ever makin it home
its time to bring the, volts of electricity, fuck static
discovered it, deployin it, my moniker dusk franklin
pockets bubble, inside tips on stock lotsa trouble
fuck the dirt ill leave u under the rocks and rubble
blood spangled, katana, mangle wires tangled
thats what god made hands for sprewell knows how to strangle
i never got jumped im man im like 7'5
my mac 11 rhymes will lesson any fellon and get there melon fryed
gas ya brigades, plasma grenades, ya ass will get played
when it hits 12 o'klok u no ya ass shooda prayed

damn this is startin to get uff

[oDoUoSoKo]

i meant tuff

[nut_end]

from my torment to tore men in tournaments meant to turn mints
i condense when indent using my index to recheck what flexes for a
deck besides the boat or float from backs on moats after chaffed like oats
they said neigh to a bor not my brother for house no store for wares
to wear like hoods when bare all to show gall that get split like a wilt
seperated from the alive no longer strive to survive now vive with born bent
from haunch played dumb too blind seeking the death unheard like first word
that gave birth from the rough as politic for when they came used the jagged to treat the savage like mutes playing chutes trying to gather around my ladder for many colors like joe's self to joshuah's hosanna lament the lame mentals that men tool being mules carrying the load though puffed like toads wanting to be foals
out the gate only four coming straight the others burn hate to cool frustrate from demonstrate stray daemons like bait seeded son to man and nip pulling whats late
just anoither page i erased like a wall defaced with licks of salt washing to white the positive to negs fire that don't burn vegs out in dregs of land of minds where each
demented man of journey takes a hurry not to be seen from mint id seam ticking polis gleam

[DANKZILLA]

fortified with tecnique thats iller than small pox,
im big- time, yall cats still slingin meth in the boondocks.
most mc's, would beef, and talk shit behind plexi-glass,
my slugs make bodies slim like crack junkies on medifast.
im gifted,
lifted on herb, dutch master splifted,
precice, assassinate mics,strike, like i got night vision....
high volume dealer of dope, that comes in metaphors,
absorb swords and throw them back at you and cut your vocal cords.
the illest,
die harder than bruce willis, and with a vengance,
pop the demo tape and then play,
chop headz like butcher scissors,
fake, booty-rappers get plasterd, stuck up like fly catcher paper, catch vapors,
chop myth-makers with dull razors.
electrified,
plenty snakes float, the ones that testified,
fuck "let it ride"
destroy pussy rappers like i was pesticide.

[proph3t]

bruce willis may be unbreakable or die hard//
but my flows bombard without any regard, //
for the weak, the sick, or even the untalented,//
my addicted, asphyxiated and unassisted battery//
leaves niggaz aggitated and fixated of my mastery.//
im new to the game, yes this is true,//
but my mind is hard on viagra and ill shoot it into you.//
"for shephards we shall be, for thee my lord for thee"//
ill leave you standing doubfounded and infected, rejected, neglected, and even unprotected,//
fuck choppin' myth-makers with a bunch of dull razors,//
ill go futuristic on their ass with star wars lasers//
cause im the future, im the new millennium,//
i work my mind as if i was workin out at a gymnasium//

[DANKZILLA]

fuck workouts, your sweatin like juice, with bloody glove in hand,
get popped quick, like cheap ass tires, and broken rubber bands.
i mash out cats that rhyme like one-liners and ameture's,
i stay laced, you work at B.K. wrappin them sandwiches.
gimmie fries with that please....
oh please dont hurt me pedigree, you talk tough, but get broke fast, like you was filligree or china plates,
you live with your moms, and prolly buy my tapes.
you "BOONDOCK SAINT"
spit garbage, your barely feather weight,
i wrap your ass in CARBONITE ond use you for a PAPERWEIGHT.

sssuuuccckkkaaa.......hahahahahahhaaaa

[proph3t]

hahaha, good thing someone knew what i was talking 'bout. good shit Dankzilla man, good shit.

[DANKZILLA]

thanks man....you pretty sick too bro.

[DANKZILLA]

i fuckin love the boondock saints by the way. dope ass flick. lol

[proph3t]

hell yeah, man. i love talking about movies in my lines.

[DANKZILLA]

check it....


i dwell in the temple of darts,
its not how simple it starts,
it bulds to critical parts.

dope lyricist, break popes till they spiritless,
the fear submits killin off snakes like i was merciless....

rap designer, i carve lyrics like diamond miners,
bold fibers, shine like gold fronts laced up with saphires.

peep knowledge like deep scholars who make mack dollars,
rhymes deeper than porno pussy, i drop novels.

spokes person for dope verses and how to break purses
snatch cream,
voodoo rappers like natty dread curses.