Official Freestyle Thread

[koncretegorilla]

There were drunk sluts and busters, trustless muthafuccas/
killers pimps hustlers n roughnecks fuckin the structures.
Flustered by the clusters of dust from the muskets/
must've been accustomed to the flush of the dumpsters.
Shit was quickly siftin thru filters, in ev'ry buildin'/
quietly mindwashin' illiterate children.
Moms was on the ceilin' for legitimate reasons, seasons/
who the fuc could blame her for leavin'.
Brain drainin' leaches askin when is we eatin/
pops was a rock fiend, u wouldnt believe it.
The stereo had wu on constant/
dropped a g-unit disc in but it wasnt respondin'.
Holocaust n Bronze got adorned for the stompin/
strong on the foot pedal throttle drivin morals..
..wit nos bottles of nitro, bowls filled wit hydro/
wide eyed niggas all night behind a biro.

[SHRAP]

you open ya mouth and talk shit, fuck yall lame clowns
put chrome in ya mouth and pop it, what yall sayin now?
buck yall dames down for target practice you pussy
wanna see the inside of a wooden casket then push me
im yo self destruct button, im out to bust somethin
some mothafuckin heads, in lead we trust, fuck em
fuck what these bitches said, leave em silenced wit infrared
we heavily drugged up ready to fuck up a snitches head
nothin but black on, bag em up cuz them bitches dead
then we get our mack on, love to fuck wit a bitches head
i aint got time to chat but i got time for gettin dick sucked
i dont believe in love, but bitch i love gettin big bucks
thats my religion, my decision is fact over fiction
i blow you a third eye if you cant see my vision
talkin bout knowledge of self wit no food on yo shelf
its me that you hate, bust at a superior rate to deteriorate yo health

[Bigot Hitman]

I'll drop a quick verse, ain't a cure for my sick words
Put hoes on tracks to make they tits work, whats ya shit worth?
Pick turfs, home,away, in either you'll get blown away
My vocal cords is rich cuz my tone's paid,
I get more pay the mic jordan in his old days
I sold taste, to the ones who i smacked it out of
Me gettin jacked, i doubt bra, i attack wit stout slugs
Bullets in the mouths of thugs, help them chew it through
If was a career i would ruin you, they'd be like "who hit who?"
Strike with quickness, you like my sickness, adopt a block
Shop for glocks, for bitches and snitches that get shot an droped
Mop the rocks, of victims i slayed, i lick them and pray
That the cops don't ship me away, for just, kickin my page

[Mantra]

elusive...exclusives from tha intrusive ill instructor... murderous style conductor
I don't let opponets slide...u suckers ain't Usher... i let the reefa burn all summer
lumber-jack tracks..long-horn charger raps....wild western face-off...windmill spinnin' impact
Been back from vacation... paper chasings my occupation...
wack music seems to occupy this generation...
My demonstrations dedrimental to mentals...mad-man massacres blood paints pavements..
patiently pacing...petrifyin' snakes slitherin'... death delivery man..even immune goon cant with-stand...the stroke of death...methods of a terrorist that never rests...
Hold ya breath...exhale...as i kick ya chest

[Battle 1]

..

[Battle 1]

On my grind getting no rest
Challenging even the best
Pass their test then flex to see who's next
I blast through any vest straight into they chest
It's not wise to contest
If God don't bless
I send them like religion into churches where they can confess
Destroy their thoughts like eggs in a bird's nest
In their homes leave a mess
On their domes left with no address
With force in my words of course my darts do press
Plus impress
Bulls-eye they took a look into the sky
Made em' fall off thier high, at most they lucky if they tie
But no need to ask why just smoke or drink buds dry
If it's me you try, prepare to cry
Or even worse die
Deadly dosages of pressures apply
Commit your own suicide
I'll leave you right there where you lie
Simple as apple pie
You'll know I'm right
With you in the left I took your brain like a theft, brooms like gats swept
Your family members left to wept
My rhymes strike to the core of your soul with depth
No need for a rep (reputation)
I own a crome like the streets yep

[VillainousV]

Tha black dragon slash ya body bag
to ribbons and small granules, slap you wit Book of Daniels
Lyrical Prognosis can split seas like Moses
or call Storms of Locusts, I had to give ‘em the dosage
wit tha rhyme magic, tragic…boom-boxes get blasted
shoulder missiles detach and smash a rap bastard
Outlandish master, too hard yo capture
lyrical flame rapture....wit sinister laughter
Fire & Brimstone.....marrow from broke bones
Force from black thoughts smash ya rap clones
steppin in tha zone....It's like my 3rd Eye got Lasik
supply reverse lies from toungue as brains blaze it
Amazin'......spectacular vernakular out-lawed
across the international, we all stay flawed
And as the clock ticks, style flips for Villainous V
Tha T….Tha R….Tha E….Tha E….
Tree City….

www.myspace.com/treecitymusic
www.myspace.com/villainousverse

[Lil' Ruger]

in that revolution song did you actualy say 'sucker MC's?????!?!?

[VillainousV]

nah that was my boy M.I.C. Im the third lyricist on that track. lol. It's from about a year ago, so im a lil ashamed of the lyrics. itz all ill tho. ENJOY!!!

[koncretegorilla]

Guidelines for the tablets, had niggas askin'/
who transcripted the ten Holy commandments.
Damaged at the gatherin', wit infidels laughin'/
Moses tried to keep Josh from losing his passion.
Flash gold was rampant, hoes lookin for action/
camps of bandits held lands for the Philistines..
..give to Isralites say the bible/
jews is like the biggest muthafuccin tribe in denial.
Fly black Jesus had Ceasar fire the Pilot/
judas knew the truth but the bitch couldnt hide it.
Elias spoke to Joseph with hope for redemption/
emporers sent men to hunt down the peasant.
Rivals spiralled outa control, sold they souls/
started praying as the plasticine mould ripped holes.
Thru god soldiers holdin the TNT and C4/
Torah thieves see wat they worn core beliefs caused.
Im short tempered, and tempted by many serpents/
ventin my 2cent, if anythings worth shit.
Thirsty cursed urges for wild sex n' violence/
chariots on 24's etched in blood diamonds.


hhm.. kinda lost it at the end

[Mantra]

aint got no cuts on my body but my knife is bloody,
even the whites of my eyes are turnin kinda muddy,
somethin's spawnin from me, with sinister intentions,
unwelcomed by the angels, so i sit an burn the heavens,
twist the third dimention, hypodermic injections,
leavin behind these life concernin infections,
spite is flirtin with suggestions of the evilest kind,
my destination is high, i'll give the steeple a climb,
rip the words from ya breath cuz im seekin a rhyme,
you'd see the hate all around, but you fuckin people are blind,
burn the earth with not a shadow of a sequal to find,
push my message in your chest and watch it leak through ya spine,
divine speach helps my lines reach to breach scalps,
kill your mentality and leave ya mind bleached out,
im electric on the mic, sparks fly like sword fights,
im hear for my rule now, bringin on the fourth reich....

[Mantra]

i use my charged words like knives, cutting up large amounts of lives
Lyrically i bring electricity, and eccentricity, hit u back for dissin me
My bars will lock you up, in the jail cell, my mind is hell, lines rip through you like shotgun shells
Straight from the heart, but the brain is where it starts, Verbally throwing darts
hittin the bullseye, ill beat you with my pen till you die, teach what i know and ill try
To give you the knowledge that will screw people into erruption
Like an earth quake that will spew equal destruction...
Im working hard through troubled times, depressed, smoking double dimes
Fighting to rep through stumbled lines, ill find mine, in these subtle rhymes
In time, anger uncovers my roots; I’ll discover the truth, in your mumbled lies
I struggle why, pissed, infuriated, I hate it, when lyrics missed, in a humble mind
I’ve suffered, reliving the pain, me and no other, fucker, you aint living the game
Checkin fame, But I’ve forgivin my brain, I’ve respected you so give me the same
Kicking and screaming, im sick of this dreaming, perceiving, but never achieving
You don’t want me involved, words will solve, if its beef then I guess were agreeing
Fuck sacrifice, I’ve given enough; you can have your life, mine? I’m giving it up
So when push becomes shove, I kill, forgotten about love because living is rough
But sinning is stuck, I’m cemented in my ways, implementing luck in the game
Discriminating fucks say my name in vain, from the bottom up, I find pleasure in pain
Hating? Heaven is to blame, you can come at me with one, but seven can fall the same
I could never resolve the shame, if I fall, and lose touch, I will forever rekindle the flame
No friends are close enough to stab, I laugh at your glance, cuz I can sense an attack
Never got hit, but I was meant to react, I went to hell, but The Reapa’ sent me bac

[Bigot Hitman]

I hafta fight, pass the light and the glass mic
Brass knuckles, and mass buckles, bet yo ass chuckle
Yo last night, i figured out, that alot kids my age don't have problems
Even though they speak that way, the only ones they got is math problems
And to solve them, they need books, but to solve mine i need time
Lookin shiesty wit these greed looks, if these cats wanna bleed, fine
Still won't take shit, these niggas rob krogers, i do bank hits
And ain't scared to shank shit,
Walkin through the hills i bet you won't make it
Fake bitch, this is the same shit, material wise i just elevated
Even in hell i'm hated, but i'ma shine until fucks can tell i'm faded!

Word up

[Mantra]

When i spit ya camps blown off stance, i do the break ya dome off dance.. Flows smoke champs..that couldn't with-stand the man that slammed them on enemy land...on stage i rock to live bands.. charge opponets like rams...cats scram before thir heads are crammed in a head-lock....Put em' to sleep with one blow good-night big shot....shock the industry like when Big was shot...i'm not the illest but the skill iz reminiscent of serial killers...i kill it non-stop..stomp flocks of cops, and cock-riders...tryin' to bring pain...my swing games like ali... while opposing mc's play clowns like ali G...

[RockD]

its been a while school is killin right now but check it:

return of an elite that spits heat, on every verse
the mind shattera, the sprak spitta in megahertz
the rockoss mos d solutin the temple monks
weedin out the rookies, woodpussies aka skunks
peace to sicka than aids, white n danger, n james
we lifted the temple to renown feelin of fame
we lit the flame when other just blew black smoke
we had it locked before nigga knew what was a choke
they couldnt cope so ballad ballistik gave em heat
to expose the weak bastards to defeat
temple master makin a return
Wu-tang nigga let it sink in till that shit burns