Official Freestyle Thread

[Mantra]

saints in your paint with brushes fuck crushes we give strokes of death
when broke i'm vexed fitting to choke whoever come test
We come for your conference conquer thoughts of stress
sword parts your chest to reveal your inner demons
my firm leaving compettion screaming beams beaming
From what's hidden revealed straight spitting
except the exorcism or curses are given
blessings are granted only to queens and children
nothing's forgiven in war p.o.w.'s imprisoned
rather unique speaking walks of life from buildings theyr'e leaping
Grandmothers, and mothers weeping over the seeds beefing
in church the preachers preaching on the corner beggers leaching
The homeless people freezing for heat their seeking
churches only let the sheep in the mind control deepens
watch your ice ballers those block robbers creeping
crack mothers blowing cocks for rocks while starving seeds need feeding
it's ourselves were defeating the water bout time we put our feet in
seen a couple married for 23 years never thought she would leave him
without a word just a divorce he killed himself last weekend
leaving behind six grand-kids 3 of them doing 25 to life bids
how can you save someone who refuses to live?
The rich refusing to give it's the selfish against the righteous
give the grape dutch the right twist then smoke-out this bitch

[billyanalogue]

here comes the POODERED Toast Man!!!

big fat granny flying in a wheelie-bin
everybody knows that you'll never see me in
walk down the street, see all the grannies
everybody knows that she's small like a grammy
i get high sniffing up a grammy
my style is antique but not like ya granny
upstairs, downstairs, inside a closet
coke like pringles, your never gonna stop it
i look like eva when i'm on weed son
when i take coke a figure gonna bleed son
when i take x, i get sexy
you'd swear that you knew me when you never met me
now we add in the psilocybin
everybody knows that i'm a rap titan!

[billyanalogue]

cute little robin flying in the garden
everybody knows that little film that he starred in
coming with the sunshine, running with a gun rhyme
somethin' with a dumb crime, burning with a fun rhyme
Zig Zag, Chris Craft, Riff Raff, Wick Wack
Here comes Santa Claws running with a Gift Bag
People on their feet, This is my song
I run about the streets elite with a time bomb

[Mantra]

there's no limitations to this unlimited amount of mass carnage
some move weight like cargo vans for the government secretly
when the sources are revealed their images are tarnished
i'm like god to fathers a mentor to seeds
trapped in this urban hell sentenced to breathe
polluted air from cars, and buses and chemical factories
damn same niggaz i know still paper stacking for homes to puchase
and to some stuck in the slums their lives seem worth-less
But were worth more than a church offering
it's our own movies were starring in
break backs of you fags so it's hard to bend

[billyanalogue]

Can-i-bus can run a mile in soft sand
I bounce basketballs in snow and make the earth slam
-I have a garden, Pagan has a farm
When i drink i try to stay calm
+Bent to the sent, bent to the rent
Bent to the motherfucking sent rent
Close your eyes, put your hands to the sky
And fly to your favourite Hoe which goes Ho Ho Ho

[billyanalogue]

Welcome to the dimension of Wheelie Bins

Unsuitable invention, pay attention as i mention
the wheelie bin dimension
man is no longer in control, his soul owned by bins
getting what he deserves, paying for his sins
intelligence of a sorceress, spitting fire phospherus
casting verbal fireballs, commands called to tire all
Human, dark cloud looming, painful death looming
you smell the stench of garbage
maggots digest a tuna sandwich
The fear is here
Pick pocket roaming, but with no Dexterity
Advanced Rhythm production, great complexity
Nobody can find Jack and Jill
Maybe they're trapped on one of Warclouds hills
If you can't decypher the lyrics
then how can you be a critic
But i know you blow below, or so i've been informed
be prepared, as Wu Tang said, Ya'll Been Warned
(one of my first rhymes ever back in '01)

[MosHigh]

cuckoo clock knock trapped in the box
time i stop when i drop make you give me what you got
no props just hops my fizz sizzle to the top until i rot
beer to ya mug to show you i'm the guiness on any block
true blood a real beast with God conscious so i can't be the least
but the MosHigh no limit with the mystikal war cry
dangerous is how they try to describe the guy
hands High for those who do or die
volunteer for this here i'll air you out into the sky
a rock-a-bye lullably i just swung by to say hi
now go to sleep your soul i'll keep if the God you deny...

[Mantra]

check the splash half past five you flash hole in your mask
My explosives coming down like a plane crash
trees ripped from the grain stashed plus half mixed with hash
whoever ready to bash better set it off fast
battle to the death and i'll flat-line last
so throw the blow first knowing what your soul's worth
we get it off the first aim left his brain on the Dell boss
know he's deli sauce and his family give a fuck bout the lost
time to win many dimes i spin work em out like gym equipment
the knife sharpened before the flesh i stick it
the skin opens youv'e been broken smoking barrels cripple em waist down
hyena anger spreads throughout his cowardly town
were street ghouls gusting gambits with gat rounds
wind strong your pushed back trying to pass
wouldv'e let your tribe go on the quest but ya'll talking all that jazz
know the horn's blowing before the bloodbath
so come on barney rubble niggas want no trouble
hit em up while they pay no mind in the huddle

[MosHigh]

on the thread of the official
i make kettles whistle
two pistols for Uncle Sam if he try to enlist who?
true and candid my candor is above any standard
hue is sky blue Avatar i thought you knew
eyes squint trying to peep my intent
underline rhyme is too divine
i leave you to interpret the content
no side whine i just strike in the nick of time
you can hear the seconds tic when i bomb shit
and split ya double-helix from mankind....

[Mantra]

the hypnotic turmoil coming soon olives surround my entrance
throwing daggers from a distance kush loads are lifted
quanity is quality so bogus bags will have your internals shifted
don't eat steak poisoned by the poisner the hitman's gifted
retire know the fire(blaow) release the cash cow
roll it up with my grass pals fiends hit em off for half down
back up pack up and flee the fire-storm mentality
smooth intent determines the size of the dents
Crazy caliber spits sporadik so recent
Tell it right off the gallons iv'e grafted mic's
gung-ho gun-roll a shogun gruesome life
show you the dueces true to the game trueces
seargeants fire on attorney doofus
generate the death rate with radical nooses

[billyanalogue]

nig nog neezy Weezy had to milk a cow
nig nog neezy Weezy didn't know how
nig nog neezy Weezy had to gather sticks
nig nog neezy Weezy thick as fucking mince

[billyanalogue]

Now busting to 9th Prince - The Writer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdhJH...DC14C&index=26


Yo

Droppin' like a portcullis

Some laid back shit

To barack Obama, it aint you or your family fault
you got caught up in the myst and your one finger on the pitchfork
I bust flows so evil they'd reverse a running river
Motherfucker so dark that the sun'll quiver
Niggas my sword is in action, the law of attraction
attracts phat stacks, pack gats, pass blast gass blacks
Ayo radiation in the mental chamber
Ayo dismantle my enemy
channel this energy
tide is turning, the tipping point,
vibrational blueprint, isolate your awareness

intensity of the synchronicity increases

[billyanalogue]

KKK aint nuttin ta fuck wit!
KKK aint nuttin ta fuck wit!
I be slamming and hanging my clan is banging
We buy an ounce of coke each and sniff every gram and
When i chop ya neck, ya dead
Nuns in chapels get bucked in they fuckin' head

[billyanalogue]

Gang bang clan aint nuttin ta fuck wit!
Gang bang clan aint nuttin ta fuck wit!
Niggas be bucking and fucking on a nuns like a nigga bitch
Lettin niggas cum all on her fucking tits
Niggas run a train, its insane in the brain
Like Method Man i come on a fucking plane

[billyanalogue]

When you hear me say this rhyme you know i speak nothing but the truth
about Joyce and Bobby raping all of brechins youth
the story starts when i woke up one morn
I began to walk along when i noticed Joyce and Bobby begin to perform
black magic which caused them to turn into a school like a Decepticon
It wasnt long before the local children began to enter the building
one started to scream so they shot and they killed him
me and the clan then prepared to fight
to stop these motherfuckers like a traffic light
turned red
three shots to the head and bobby dropped dead
took out the ScharrKnall Hammer to dispose of the evil
and like a drug fiend i implanted in his head a thousand needles
then whispered in his ear 'Watch out
Cus like Beadle i'm always about' - FRANK 2o01