Official Freestyle Thread

[Bigot Hitman]

Bouta open up the chambers of yo heart son
Lay a bomb in each...after i spark dun
Part one, stop movin or jus get shaved
Dumb niggas is like new games, they jus get played
Frail figures flip flast when i modify....
Butt fuck fake fluke fags....i'll pop a guy
Before they even get a chance to try
I put the barrel to the face'an they in a trance to die
Avalanches of razors....
Battle'in me? you'll be losin like a blazer
Rock the old school tools yo
I sell my tracks like coke, but they ain't "cool" though
My beats stolen, even stole the booth time
Broke in around 8.....an was out by nine
In my spot, ain't no robbery
Unless its of cum, cuz bitches be throbbin me
U like, its prolly his hobby
Cuz he beat'in down niggas like the slave master Bob be
I hear the wu, but i ain't a god g, i'm more like prodigy
Stealin purses from sally's in the back of rallys
Then jettin back to the alleys where my cash is talied
I'm on sum hit list shit, bitches
Do yaw niggas like my mama did, hittin wit "switches"
But yo, fuck the drama kid
Cuz i'll lock u up wit my "hot bars" an then u doin the "sahanna bid"
One more thing, i never come out swingin
I come out shootin leavin upper bodies bleedin
Fuck that, pull out the ruler so i can write straight
Or i go back to pullin the ruger so i can light apes

[Father N Dangerous]

Then jettin back to the alleys where my cash is talied


^^ LIked that

[Bigot Hitman]

Well i write to entertain

[bizzlez]

the karate kid comes well equipped
military issued weaponry with checks all over my kicks
fuck walking the fine line, turning kids morbid
best know I jump the foul line like Air Jordan
complicated guerilla
alleyway cats recollect me by master and sir
its a wrap like punching in a straight jacket
some claim they collect like 1-800, but can't manage
jumping out moving cars only time you rolling down the street
run shit blistering like the bottom of my feet
face it punk if time were money you earn zero
tried to knife me, couldn't believe it wasn't butter like Fabio

[Battle 1]

Yo I put hot shit in your mouth like steak when it sizzles
Don't fuck with me or Bizzlez
Popping wack mc's like soda when it fizzles
I piss over em' like the rain when it drizzles
You best have your umbrella and hope it helps a little
Slice your strings with the sword playing a fiddle
Rhymes so deep others can't figure it out like a riddle
They stuck inside the middle
Finger to they getting injured
With holes inside their domes punctured
Check the conjuncture
Moving thoughts like houses or furniture
Then burn it yo
Take it slow have you freeze like snow
At doing this I'm a pro
Though I rather not boast bro
Instead champaign with hoes I toast yo
Now you know who stole the show sitting in your seat front row
Plus like trees with green leaves money grow
With my flow you over-throwed I took the throne
Akido skillz black belt is what you felt
Like cards on the table you got dealt ice that I melted
Stepping to me first make sure your protected
Strikes are deflected so sick that mics get infected
And mc's left rejected like pilots that ejected
No doubt I am top selected

[Bigot Hitman]

Tic toc tic tic, its time for hip hop
Stash away my classics, sealed up in ziplocks
Bump sum newer shit, how bout u-g-k
"next up" featurin G rap, and daddy kane
Bedstuy represent, of the new domingo
Underground plus mainstream, to its the same thing
My lingo, never flamingo, i say fuck the singin
Unless its "devin the dude", becuz he be bringin
Hardcore appeal, wit the way pussy peals
If i may, pass the trill, to the top where classics build
Or else my matress spill, out the hidden dime bags
Plus the selected guns, i call my crime mags
Anyways, lets go to the west coast
Short dawg, pac, an cube, the most fresh, fresh most
Tech toast, steel hits crstaly of the Dangerous Crew
In houston scarface still on shit like i'm hangin this duke
Outkast, from the first lp, showed they wasn't bout cash
Andre made the beats, an the replay value would out last
Any bodies shit, mobb deep stay on that shotti shit
Prodigy an havoc spittin lines like killins a hobby bitch
You'll now about the wu, lemme take a breather
Half the clan is underachievers, under the reefer
Yes to diss, cuz anywhere i'm at i say what i feel
I do listen to blunt rap like fifty, i spray an i deal
Nas had me wit illmatic, but the rest is mediocre
He wouldn't step to me if i fucked his wife, an he seen't me poke her
D-block, fuck wit them like ghost said "u'll get yo meat chopped"
KInda like my crew, fuck wit us u'll get yo cheek popped

I know this shit is sloppy, but i jus wanted to write sumthin quick

[bizzlez]

steal from the poor beating down the undisputed
stole my kicks so I chopped your feet for retribution
my brains the catalyst, class five hurricanes stir
careers built off the weight I carry like a boxer
wanna see me in the ring better study longer
fuck a thousand words, in a battle my image stronger
bet your ass I prep the casket for high noon
axing down your spine steadily with my platoon

[Battle 1]

And all enemies will meet doom if they don't give us room
Explosions left in the air form a mushroom
Camera lenses zoom in on em' while the speakers going boom
Have em' inhale rhymes like toxic fumes
Weak mc's smelling like perfumes yelling in low volumes
Sweep off like brooms they left lying in tombs
Where flowers never bloom
Check out the tune I'll see you in June
Forever we rule shine like a jewl
Take em' to school destroy a fool with education they drool
Ancient like a druid yes inside his mind pictures I drew it
Brain cells flew it then blew it
Then they can say they knew it
Pour thoughts like a special beer I brew it
Only the chosen few others left out in the ocean blue, screw it

[Dr Sleepwalker]

I walked in.. trippin, wishin',.. no more givin', I gave/
Gripped my shovel.. started givin', no more livin'../
I'm diggin' my grave.. fuck the shovel, grabbed the dirt/
Cupped the rubble and stabbed the earth/
Like that? I'm glad it hurt.. Ooo, I'll make it worst/
Wen I throw myself inside, she'll moan, "he's home"/
Years later, a tree's grown, my maddness for a beautiful canvas/
Had me stressed with sadness, meant for the usual camera's/
A poloroid couldn't capture, the pen used for the painful chapter/
The rain spill's laughter, I blaze ill,.. than the pain pill's after/

[AcidPhosphate69]

I haven't dropped a verse in a while so I figured I'd lay a lil' somethin' down...

Rap bassist, face it...you basic, wasted
Taste it, greatest my place is stasis
What's the status? Back still the baddest
I birth verses, from born to herses, they rock
I merk Berthas, some mourn and curses, they flock
Still on cable, not able to read fiber optic, stop it
Futurama mama, venomous black mamba mambo
Shoot ya armor, generous whack llama, ya moms know
I could be ya old man, I fold hams, swine you sliced meat
Eat deli style, mild mustard Colonel Custard I stand last
You fast, don't eat for weeks I grow fat, corpulent
Warp ya tint, faded I'm jaded feelin' more situated
Satisfied I can't lie, passerby's cry, bitch you hate it
I made it, be greatful, my plate's full I split the meal
Steal the show on the low, my flows croak hoes
I spoke those dexterious seriously, hexes wearily
Tired outside, wired soul goal scorin' and snorin'
Sleepin' creep, peepin' tom I see ya wrongs
Tongs grab, punch jab stab in the dark
Towards sparks, cherry burnin' Tyler Durden
Be ya burden, break ya back, shoulders hurtin'
Call it curtains I'm done, my lyrical spurtin'

[Bigot Hitman]

Stalin style, on the block i'm the fuckin dictator
Young dealers step careful but get stuck in shit later
Clip mastubater, between the pheens the pastor page ya
He had beef over stale weed yo, an my nigga passed the razor
His face got slashed an body tazed up,
He ran fast when the shottie raised up,
Pants half down his ass,
Lookin like a school basement room..."low class"
"Fans" know how we "blow" fags, catchin heat an shit
Watchin from the roof, as bitches get beat an whipped
By local pimps, when i fuck wit'em ....they vocals limp
Scared to talk, if i'm in a bad mood they need prayer to walk
Every other week the concrete gets layered wit chalk
Who's next? to catch shells an lose chest pieces
What story gets a chance to become my next theisis
Put dick in uncles to vex neices, i mean vice versa
Throw a nigerian tribe leader on the track the mic curse ya
I write verses cuz i really don't like hearses
Unless they holdin my enemy, cuz i'm bold when extend'in thee
Clips, you know i speak shit...that you pretend ta be
My spokens leave u speachless, blitzkreig couldn't breach this
O u hard? i intend to see, as i bend yo mental like hennesy
See what u've been into, bitch yo lifes borin like tennis be
But yo flip flop college students, they a great basis
For ya average crack house, sellin shit that breaks paces
Rent out a some school housin, my dick get aroused when
I peep a drug hungry bugged dummy, holdin a thousand
He leave wit less than half of that, over charged'em
But i'm the owner that watches the "herd" as the "drover" parts'em


Yaw appreciate the knowledge i jus droped, read it twice

[SHRAP]

outsmart em even when im drunk and puffin hydro
they aint worth the gauge ill just hit em wit this 9 yo
want me in a cage but this lil cracka too small
bitch slap a bitch tryna give a mufucka blue balls
treat u like my dick bitch im chokin and smackin ya
chop u up into a suitcase and send u back to Africa
Wild like some white girls thats pullin they tits out
i catch u mothafuckas slippin im pullin the fifth out
silly bitch, yeah just run yo shit til this milli hits
throw yo headless corpse off in a fuckin ditch
take yo skull like the Predator i edit ya out of this flick
wont see yo life flash just bullets rippin out of this clip
fuckin wit this neck slashin tek blastin dope slanga
i lift up yo skirt show everyone u aint no gangsta
yous a fakin bitch takin dick on the down low
i put u on the news like some motha fuckin dead po

[VillainousV]

Brought up on Leggo's, Eggo's an' Old Karate flicks//
Playin game's and crushin frames on a DJ mix//
droppin shit for kicks, Break battle opponent's got pissed//
philosophical thoughts, wondered if we really exist//
missed class to blaze grass till smoke came outta my ass//
blowin cash on Fast food, Trays fillin' with Ash//
life passin on earth as I witnessed a Galaxy's Birth//
then return to see my people with a Wrench in the Works//
The Truth Hurts, We lost Shabazz, Marcus Garvey and King//
Bob Marley, and everyone else that stood for the dream//
we Watch, but don't Act & drop Knowledge wit little Fact//
most Rat's build Mousetraps, they clack the heat back//
Dagger Vs. Battle Axe, wigs flipped like flapjacks//
Mind's hooked to jetpacks, God's fiendin for crack//
Just a Reality Check for tha "Vets" who disrespect//
u should know this ain't as ill as Villain's skills can get.....bet...//

lol i lost it at the end. lemme kno what u thought. Pe@cE & Respect

[Bigot Hitman]

Brought up on Leggo's, Eggo's an' Old Karate flicks//
Playin game's and crushin frames on a DJ mix//
droppin shit for kicks, Break battle opponent's got pissed//
philosophical thoughts, wondered if we really exist//
missed class to blaze grass till smoke came outta my ass//
blowin cash on Fast food, Trays fillin' with Ash//
life passin on earth as I witnessed a Galaxy's Birth//
then return to see my people with a Wrench in the Works//
The Truth Hurts, We lost Shabazz, Marcus Garvey and King//
Bob Marley, and everyone else that stood for the dream//
we Watch, but don't Act & drop Knowledge wit little Fact//
most Rat's build Mousetraps, they clack the heat back//
Dagger Vs. Battle Axe, wigs flipped like flapjacks//
Mind's hooked to jetpacks, God's fiendin for crack//
Just a Reality Check for tha "Vets" who disrespect//
u should know this ain't as ill as Villain's skills can get.....bet...//

lol i lost it at the end. lemme kno what u thought. Pe@cE & Respect

I think u need to incorparate more multies cuz the scheme is so basic. My philosophy is if u don't/can't be real lyrical, u gotta jus go all out hardcore, an incorparate nice flows an multies to strengthen ur raps.

[SHRAP]

strengthened my stacks plus the length of my gats
you hatin the facts, runnin game til u get sprayed in the back
u dont wanna get chip chopped, plus Ziploc'd, so bitch stop
or die fast like i flip rocks, blow off ya ass to get ya shit shot
leave u in fuckin shock how im tuckin glocks for all u bastids
beat u like a slave boy gwan and bow to your master
im faster than most when it comes 2 slashin your throat
get medieval, battle axe, toss ya ass in the moat
u aint the king of this castle just the king of the cattle
fuckin wit hustlas, rustlas thatll bust and blow u out ya saddle
come to do battle testin my mettle im bustin the metal
get this shit settled u peelin off like yo foot stuck to the pedal
im ready to kill ya cuz the lead spray nuff heavy to spill ya
comin at me like u hungry but i got nuff machetes to fill ya
shootin some rounds to have u losin some pounds dude
either straight from ya head or in the hospital eatin thru a damn tube