Official Freestyle Thread

[Stevebud23]

Wu-tang Clan coming and rhyming quick, the bees be at u when u need a fix,
need to BEATdown go to the rza, genius plans comes thought out by the gza,
wil out shoalin style from the bastard, watch the attack put up ur guard,
killa blows strike from the masta, coming so quick think it was a natural disasta,
unseen flashes of the face of the ghost, priest afraid of the killah when u diagnosed,
with cancer that can't be saved by U, GOD, not even with that benjamins in two wads,
cooking up coke from chef raekwon, dodging caps comin from the don,
inspecting ya from the limb to neck, lying, dying, on the deck,
Mo, Endo, Toked, then He's, Eva, Doped, then he choked,
slit to the throat, tossed off the boat, murda she wrote

[lil homie]

yesh yesh y'all, lil homie's back,
keepin' it real, smokin' weed, not touching crack,
raising the level of the game,
never changing, always the same,
not trying to be anything I ain't,
and so far I ain't heard a complaint,
spittin' rhymes, i'm invincible,
gettin' to the point is my principle,
dicing y'all up like vegatables,
your demise becomes enevitable,
lyrically tearing your mind to pieces with my telekinesis,
leaving you and your crew speechless,
my merciless reputation increases,
your so overwhelmed by it all your heart ceases,
then your taken to the hospital and administered an anaesthetic,
if you make it through the operation you'll live to regret it,
i'll be outside waitin', to teach you, your second lesson,
fuckin' wit' me results in you bein' on the end of my smif 'n' wessun,
you won't be back comin' back though cause my gats as powerful as uranium,
and I don't miss all shots be goin' to your cranium,
there will be no evidence, i'll have your body chopped to pieces,
then you'll meet your maker, the lord jesus.....

[Da Dishonourable Don]

I'm vulgar, stickin' a rusty blade in your neck/
here comes the vultures, there's no chance evading your death/
'cause I'm an ogre, I'm like Shrek blazin' a teck/
a hundred soldiers up in ya crib invading ya set/
a Trench Town Terrorist with a grenade in my palm/
bent out in terraces, in a staircase wit da chron/
known to rob a mothafucka bare-face when it's on/
I'm gangsta, while y'all suckas perpetrate on a song/
I got 50 killas on call, guerillas involved/
ready for war, I got fiends to kill you for the pettiest score/
big bags of weed, oz's, qp's, indeed/
I'm that mothafucka that you need to see for trees/
supplying ya block, I got custies that be buying alot/
try to take from me, BLOWWWWW, I'm flying a shot/
right to ya head, yo you got the right to be dead/
invite me to ya crib, wrong move, Da Don'll screw ya wife in ya bed!

[100pr00f]

i flip a free literally grams puff up in dust and rittle wit ease//
give a beating disease to ruff up chumps and brittle they ness//
from corks made from middle of trees i paint my mark on thugs//
break at start rip it apart like narks are to drugs//
stomp wit lugs crip ya ass like bloods//
i aint give a fuck i roll in deep like sea//
as in cash the more money u got the more u get the meaning of free//
fuck life smoke my self to death from weed inhail till i cant breath//

[VernakuLa]

I Dropped Ya Leader, Smacked him with my Cock's Amoeba
Now He Shocked like The Lightning when It Rocks Arenas
Some Hot Latinas, Beggin' Me To Give 'eM Lots of Semen
While I'm Chillin', homie...still Sippin' on some Aquafina
Zephyrhills...Spok3ns the one Bringin' Deadly Skills
Like Robbin' Clinton....All your Bank Account got Empty Bills
I Ain't Rich...but I Got Money That Could Git you A Bar
And Put The Hood Over ya Head Like You Fixin a Car
This Kid is Retard-ed...The Smartest Kid To Flow this Well
With Writtens like this...I'm The Cat you Copy-Poets Hail
Cause I'm So Excell'd...You're HITS are NOT HITTING
like a HAMMER from a bird...Screamin' "I BROKE my NAIL"
Spok3ns Swell....Easily One of the Top 5
Like Closing Out The Concerts...All You Fuckers are NOT LIVE
I Hate My Job...Cause i gotta End careers
and they can't buy their Seed an APPLE like Aesop Rock
You Dumb Fuckers Suck...Cause I'm One Of The Fucks
That Got His Skill Level...Training with The Rough Cutters, Punk
You Chumps Runnin' Up?...I'm About To Break Ground
Like El-P and Big Jus in FunCrusher Plus!
Graffiti In My Rhyme Book, Vandalizing Rhymes
Herbs Just Kill Themselves...these Emcees cant Handle My Advice
Why the Hell's Andrew Mighty Nice?
He's A Bastard From The Latin Region
El Diablo! He's A God THough...
Such A Damn Hispanic Demon...

Hispanic Demon...mixed with a cannibal white killer from Dade
Grippin the blades...P.I.R homies smokin phonies wit sicka than aidz
Our snippets get played...shittin on half the rest of the world
And we keep "fuckin' you pussies"...Like havin' sex with your girl
The best? Killin n served...Villainous verbs connectin words to lines
Re-word your rhyme...nerds in the line keep on observin' mine
We "burnin time"...like we were "Turnin back hands on clocks"
And clashin with "heavy metal"...like we had "your clan on a glock"

peace homie

[tha god concept]

threw the cross hairs is the only time your fams on my glock
droppin knowledge like the Enterpise beamin down Spock
i get ill alot, put pills in knots and run threw spots
my games growin like the cash crop while yours folds under pressure like lap tops
i get mad props when im cookin up in the lab
so many rhymes i gotta write on helicopter pads
cant stand an mc rhymin like a fad
ive been doin this .... a true vet
leave crews wet caged in threats like zoo pets

[Treazon]

although you may not understand the words that im speakin
look deep enough into my eyes and see the hatred thats leakin'
pale skinned and sick of bein seen as a demon
even im dreamin for revolution and cultural freedom
not skeemin im seekin for a higher sense of our being
exposing the lies American media put in for a reason
they want me followin' im not supposed to be leadin'
if they oppose that, fuck 'em let 'em bleed we dont need 'em
critical 'gainst my own government, that's why im Treazon
the world should understand my words, i shouldn't need to speak 'em


peace

[Bigot Hitman]

Large hole left in egos of mc's who have found out
How walnut hills niggas rain hard during lyrical droughts
The last one who steped got ruffed up while on stage
Emabarrased him with latent rage, to the point, he couldn't turn the page
Played out elan's, with prerehersed plots and plans
Still couldn't withstand, the clear noise of pots and pans
That rang throught the building, numing fans feelings
Couldnt feel the electical waves, so they couldn't cool the ceelings
And don't no nigga no what i'm really saying
Just realize i'm slaying, any foe who starts playing
A weak tune practiced over and over, seemingly while not sober
Word schemes baits and loops were off the hook, courage quickly folded
And cinci rappers no this, but still they try to challenge
A person who doens't even know his own talent, but stay balanced
Verses of the same age and same weight level the see-saw
Together looking for verbal street brawls, utilizing deadly claws
And thats all it takes, to spilt a whole tape
One beat break, and one cheap stake
That will never faint, leave niggas faces covered in paint
To mask there ugly debates, of of already decided fates
Never fake a move, never become fast food
Hard to take-out, use the many tools
Invested in me by my mother, and brother but not father
Don't bother to holla, with a throat full of dollars

[SHRAP]

fuck livin life in squalor wit a mind full of hell
im rollin up to holla wit a fist full of shells
never cared bout my life so fuck yours, get high and fuck whores
shootout on the rooftop, drop your body ten floors
fuck em all, clowns, keep jokin ill leave ya chest smokin
buck em all, down, keep plottin ill bust ya head open
reconstructive surgery on yo ugly face wit a razor
red in your eye, but you aint smokin, its a laser
snap crackle pop you rice bitches, leave you crispy
poppin nice bitches i snatched from fiends who dissed me
poppin e pills for speed chills, still got braincells but weed kills
drink rum and rob a weak ass bitch cuz i need bills
lead rain come thick like plaster, splash ya, body cast ya
find it hard to breathe til the shotty blast ya
ventilate your lungs, then i confiscate ya funds
bitchslap ya pops while i descrate ya moms

[Grimey Fruitbat]

Treasure this guys....

ayo,
y'all niggas is so lucky to be peepin my rhymes---
up on ya internet website, it's deep in my mind---
cuz all i spit is quotes, niggas bite my lines because the kid is dope---
& you wouldn't be the first flounder in my fishin boat---

POP, my flow come vicious and hot---
i come from the wickedest block, but i'm sick of this talk---
pass the mic, imma grip it and rock---
then hop off stage & get props, you only gettin kicked out the spot---

niggas be hatin, frontin on a brotha with the iller flow---
actin like a fuckin killer only gets you killed, yakno---
im pro wit it, i keep the bullets tucked up in the heat---
you got a problem wit ya mouth i pull it out like wisdom teeth---

but im out for peace, i gotta watch my back baby---
see i'd rather share a 5th or burn a rasta sack, gravy---
but niggas act brave and make ya brethren stray his mission---
which is to teach you idiots a better way of livin---

lucky style niggas....store that shit...bwahaha

[Treazon]

people of the world we gotta do somethin about this
heresy and lies spreading the hate we gotta fight this
dont listen to those with power cuz they might just
give you the wrong path so they can keepin livin righteous
..

fuck i gtg, ill finish jewel-crafting later


peace

[tha god concept]

yo kid my rhymes b ridiculous
savin the game from souring like fuckin pickle lids
concept over-powering the sickness
with words so strong and rhyme rhemodies ticklin...
mc's head like lice
they say talk is cheap so i appraised the price
and figured out the d.n.a of a mic
spliced it twice and cloned a mutha fuckin vice
cause nigga im tight
like a virgin before prom night
plus i bomb right ....
catch me sniffin agaent orange
watchin piss drinkin and shit stinkin porn
all up in my homies college dorm
wit a couple freak bitches on all fours
gottem open like the greasy kids skin pours
concept wins wars
never takes a fuckin loss
that nigga tony danza even calls me the boss
concept puffin that money green moss
honey bee pick the rose peddles apart and spits darts

[tha god concept]

on point like rza's production
blowin up the spot like spontaineous human combustion
fat consumption lap dance pumpin
hollow heads like pumpkins
with face carvings
harvest the hardest hardening
two mc's sparring
the referee's barganing
shuffle cards and harbouring
the ace of spades
hidden under the chair and my leg
pull out only when safe
cell mate alcetraz escape
most mc's very ape
a lost generation
neandrathol rappers mostly take the bait n
choke on the lure thrown up from satan
not knowin they lives are taken
not authentic yall fakin ...
watch concept spray truth
and bark at all moons like a fuckin werewolf
cause most yall scared to

[SHRAP]

most yall scared to handle ya fuckin business
pack snubs, black gloves to handle a fuckin witness
shrap loves to bring it to yall fuckin snitches
burned bodies wit no teeth found slumped in ditches
N.E.L, and bitch believe I really tried to help em out
shoulda known aint no real dude that cant help himself
lost every penny, got nothin but trouble wit the law
cant wait to catch ya slippin put tha muzzle to ya jaw
BAP BAP BITCH goodnight ho sleep tight you phony fraud
Satan's lil bitches love to claim they roll wit God
take off that fuckin cross befo that White Lightning strike ya
vampire ass mothafucka, I wont think twice, I'll spike ya
stake ya, break you up like I just copped ya
drag you up 5 stories to the roof and just drop ya
ya fucked around, i stabbed ya, but bitch i shoulda shot ya
shoulda chopped ya fuckin body up and stuffed ya in a locker

[tha god concept]

Ill^^^^^