Official Freestyle Thread

[Bigot Hitman]

In my fridge, i got canned humans, i leave gas on all bridges
Burn it if u earn it, but yaw fridged, style's cool dun learn it
Old kitchens, wit old spices, some new screws but wit old vices
Shit fresh out the box, show prices
No heists, i push hip hop like it was keyz, or maybe weight
But the shit others pushin is baby weight, make eighty freeze
When i shoot the breeze, bring nothin less than a stack
Or personally, i'll put the tech to yo back
An catch rep for the fact, that i step wit the gat
Dissect necks on the track, expect less if u wack
My team stress checks on the lap, to keep in step wit the rap
Its a wrap when we come through, on stages when shine like sun do
On pages we rhyme to run you, pull gauges for dime's an funds too
Enrage us we wine like one duke....never
I'm like murda mook, but better, i hearda you, u clever
But wit the lyrics, u lame, in yo spirit, you tamed
Aint wild like me, can't move a crowd like me
Its best that u like me, before u meet the career ender
Wit no regard for life, on my truck i got the "deer" fender
Blood stained wind shield, from shits thats been killed
Fuck yo "hands" bra, yo cards is played cuz shits been "dealed"
I bend ill, in other words i go hard for tech gaurds
Bullet proof pants, the next par that steps....send chills

[Bigot Hitman]

^^^does anybody not get where i'm comin from flow-wise on that verse?
Kinda wanna know if that shit sounds too wild

[AcidPhosphate69]

Battle, you can talk shit all you want over the internet but bottom line is, you're letting shit bother you when nobody else is. Your verse was whack and you're not gonna effect me at all, so if you want to battle that's cool. I don't really care. It really doesn't matter what one dude somewhere out in the world thinks of me. Have fun being angry at somebody you've never met. Peace.

Old kitchens, wit old spices, some new screws but wit old vices

Czar, I really liked that line. Pretty dope. The flow on that wasn't bad at all, good job man.

[Bigot Hitman]

Dope ropes, duke got his life hung by cocaine
I'm scope'in for thousand dolla tricks, an hoes to swolla it
Propane in the trunk, wit the cane an the pump
My knees never shake its like lames on the hunt
Came wit the trump, plus trumpets to trumpmatize
This one punk, ran at me wit a screw face, i sunk his eyes
Shits black n purple, round the brows its facial fractures
In my trappin circle, we drown the timbs, like racial jackers (whoa)
Guess list sticky name, take a knee....let me spit thee game
I got more "hoes" than the raven's o-line, an they shit be aimed
Got hoes that'll call u up, then treat u like trash, ball u up
Leak u like gas, freaks that'll let u skeet in they ass
My money figures exponetional, even got high schoolers
Sum tricks ask for three hoes, now times that by five rulers

[Bigot Hitman]

Czar, I really liked that line. Pretty dope. The flow on that wasn't bad at all, good job man.

Thanx, gotta change up my flow so it don't sound stagnant

[Sizzy Up]

before u say.. it was just a post. but then i got stuck on the beat . i couldnt end it so here it is .. peace {it is what it is } in a way that 's cool cuz i cant post no old / new shit too busy but @ the same time its like im giving u guys a peek into my new notebook .. only this is a freestyle .. ..


the backwards beat - by alchemist also...

but why do i get thrown back. to punker bitches >> im a living reminiscer >>> every day. .. fuck i wish i could do things differently that i could remember ...>> or still be like that << i love hip hop > but then i loved getting jocked .. whenever i do.. or smiles or even like hit ups. even though they are not trying to get at me.. > i love when girls talk to me. that attention.. it makes me want to do good,.. < and feel dope about myself.. .expressing this into poems .. like being faded and still that one on << .. resting on your lap.. the warmth >> a walking casanova < rapper a rapper .. my pen a rapper > im a rapper .. yes .. >> bye good bye .. im outz .... - bye ... talk to u next time. good bye - leave me now. good bye.. this is so sick > to be getting ur skills and girls by ur side. u lucky punks u really dont know how lucky u guys are. > until u dont have them any more.. >> every one u c // that a greatness to it ...>>> from 1984.. this is what i was going to be like and i dont know what to say .. like a cup of nice warm tea. > but think of ur brain ...> ur brain is the one that calls the shots.. i am not kurupt > i am albert .. i am mouser > i am mouser words.. > ur hoe .. ur homie < i m so cool < u wish u could chill with me>. i dont smoke any more herb. but it would feel like u do >> im fucking high.. < but with music and life > a life that can still look 4 the right thing .. the right of way << let me cross the street. < i will just be on my way.. peace.. > alright nice meeting u / peace ... {lol 2 myself} "wtf " ..........{no rap } >


peace { i continue walking till u cant see me no more. }

[Bigot Hitman]

before u say.. it was just a post. but then i got stuck on the beat . i couldnt end it so here it is .. peace {it is what it is } in a way that 's cool cuz i cant post no old / new shit too busy but @ the same time its like im giving u guys a peek into my new notebook .. only this is a freestyle .. ..

???.............?

[Sizzy Up]

in other new yorks . my last name ! > i have so much old shit written that >> my style has been changing ever since... so like say i post something most likely 90 % of it is old .. unless i give u guys a look into my studied material from today or any up to date.. which i wont .. that is cheating .. u guys would c the difference so like in comparison with my old freestyles .. a sneak peek .. {this } > these are what my freestyles' shapes are as of today

[AcidPhosphate69]

Atrocious Cannibal, Indecent Deceased, I'm a dead animal
Zombie walkin' Jeffrey Dahmer talkin', calmer stalkin' prey
Gun cockin', pock markin' spots 'n' chalkin' dots I slay
Cig sparkin' amid dark an' hark who's barkin' my way
Hazed brain deranged frame, insane flames nitro spray
Ignite napalm and bomb, burn and turn I earn the day
Madman monster, romper stomper I chomp ya pay
Eat paper, insane caper taker of cake an' jaw breaker
This flow's bonkers, Wonka LSD so hea-vil-ly hea-ven-ly
A-D-D to O-C-D, pray me see not no wee B, you O-D-B
Not the G-O-D, Official-ly Dead Beaten, by clever cretin
Secretin' corrosive, mildy explosive materials, serial posin'
I'm hosin' and meltin' with swelting heat an' welt leavin'
Belt beatin' kids, child abusin' boozin' stepdad on mic's I get bad
You get that?

Yeah, all this talk of experiment with flows got me fucking around. I don't know what I was going for with that but whatever. I tried gettin' sorta trippy with it.

[Bigot Hitman]

I like the shit though, i think those other flows are played out and repetitive

[Bigot Hitman]

My gun don't see black or white, it shoot the same
For boots an chains, wallet's bhrolic, for loot an change
From mutes to lames, whatever, bullets go through too
As hard as the last time, robbin is a pass time, ask the last crime
Blue coups, is a no no to be associated wit
If i find out, my nines out to fuck up who negotiated wit
The coast created this, that's east, i give one line for props
But cat's weak, last week i trashed the last geek
Bashed wit glass sheets, at last this raps speaks
Gun's as long as track meets, loaded chrome wit gas heat
Bloaded throne, yaw left hand rappers wrote it wrong
The beat, i float it strong, others got summer coated songs
I got the quoted prong, and what's inside, is straight sharp
This is the iron theif, i am cheif, i'll fuckin take stark's (Tony starks ironman-iron thief)
Roll wit suitcases of blades, ready to shank sharks, you placed it i played
In some cases i may, pull out the steel an ace it wit spades

[Sizzy Up]

Fog Street Lights On... Listening To Wu-tang .. That Shit Is Clean Huh... Quoting My Brother ...visionz .. Also ... I Hear Raekwon.. At A Gas Station .. In Norwalk.. The Prices Going Beyond.. Arnold Is Strong... Air Through Scoop ..vents.. For Highways.. California's Flying Rocks.. Pebbles.. Fucking Robots.. In Back Of Trucks... Hazards.. Rockets.. Your Eyes.. On Watch..or Its Your Loss ... We've ..been Here Too Many ... Times... Ooh .. So Long.. Mainly To Bring U ..back In Painful.. The One.. The One.. My Stops.. My Watch.. Part 2 .. Chuckie Has Evolved... To Be Thought Up .. A Good Guys.. Doll... Infamous To Be On The Block...

[Bigot Hitman]

Fuck it, i gotta be out in eight, so i'll rock a couple
If i ever get cuffed by the feds, man they caught the double
Clocks ain't friends, so me an my man's, we "work around'em"
My whole team is diamonds in the ruff, in the dirt i found'em
When i search for profits, i'm like blood hounds on red snow
My pencil and bullets its used the sam way, so the lead know
In my backyard, dead crows, an red rows of gut stained grass
I smash all old church windows, cuz i don't trust stained glass
Necks? I must hang that, go head an bust, bang, slap
Yaw'll be like powdered felines, cuz i crush lame "cats" 1

[Father N Dangerous]

WnD an Ne-groid Destory any Weak Voice trying to Speak Void..
Keep Toys that aren't for toddlers but for Mature Big Boys!
Tic Tock goes my Bi-o-logi-cal Clock, Buy Alot of Those Glocks
to Try Diabolical Plots, u might Die by the Hollow or Not..

[Mantra]

Son i blast so hot, unleashed shots melt the chamber...
hip-hop cliff-hanger, beating mc's with hangers...
my temper flare, igniting drama where i was tested...
3rd eye open, when i die i'll come back resserected...
neglected since birth, the seed came up from the dirt..
Cherokee blood in me, chiefin' while scribin' a verse..
Re-hearse blazed, spit water crime-waves..
Immortal master at my age, twenty-eight..
shadow-boxin' on the patio, deranged Daddy-O...
Great grand-daddy flow, got a super-woman like Li'l Mo..