Official Freestyle Thread

[Mantra]

Heartless marksmen targets disregarded by the seargeant
Step up your audio, or get stepped on regardless
Labs guarded by the gat holding guardian
I slap up crash dummies like killa sin, King with a pen
I'm the definition of Grim, classic like Tims, A street orphan
Homes Boston, where if your street cred ain't real, might as well jump in a coffin
Copycats get robbed for my fortune, so quit the lame boasting
That hardcore acts will get your uniform bloood soaken
As i receive props for the flow wins, and the women i'm stroking
These hands are meant for choking u corny spokesmen
Coke in the nosril style, scarface in the open
Face poking poker , pocket extorter know your broker
Than a snapped kneck, i'm the posinous rebel second to Deck
Snatching checks, chains, dames, whips, and respect
shitting on your intellect, J.T.S. the intellectual vet
grow home grown so i'm my own weed connect
no drug connections, bring your own trees for a session
And fuck a critic , i don't need no suggestions
Plus the style is semi-auto so there's no need for a weapon
The lion lurks where u walk, so watch were your stepping
Murking contenders while they're muscle flexing
I do the inspection, and put the needle in your kneck
Above the law, and the key to life isn't money, power, and respect
So who's next to play friend or foe ? style rapist flow
Just give me a hoe, breakbeat, a pen and some indigo

[sileNt.siN.]

JTS a Journalist, Terminating Sicknesses
Silentsin is Murderous, Exterminating Witnesses
A Clash of Styles, Lyrics that'll Flat 'em Down
And Smack up any Clown, with my Sarcastic Smile
Similes are un-matched, My level is un-seen
a Devil who will never dare Surrendering, Trust Me
Rebels who would step will get Beheaded and Cut Deep
So Skilled, i'll turn a rookie to a Legend in One Week
Cats who Dump Heat, only Failed with their Relationship
Bullets started cheating them, I'm Faithful to my Sacred Fists
I vow to never Let 'em Down, You Threaten the Style?
I'm Stretching you Out, Resembling the Predator's Mouth

[Mantra]

Silent reigns, dictators, emcee's, and oppresors my hook severs their brain
Find pleasure in setting my competition on fire, authors in flames
Sick of the same, lame militias, cloning my militant scriptures
Corrupted spit-kicker, 7 day-a-week dime hitter
merciless rhyme spitter, crime ninja, ruining careers and agendas
Paralize princes, conquer kingdomes, swords rip open shitters
Spirit lifter, bar uplifter, Black god in the center, murderous mind bender
Delete wack crews, incredible thoughts spew as i rhyme in a taboo
Workout in a shrine, omen of the rhyme, complex matrix design
seek and you'll find relentless ruckus in my sentence
Demented mental poetry crafted in seconds
Lyrically rocket through sections, leaving biters lifeless
Afterlife trips to avenge suicidal opponents who feared ya highness
Lye hits improve the visual metaphoes in deadly wars
Heavy weight substance abundant plus insured
Floors bloody from slayed buddies that were disloyal
bodies rotten, spoiled from the plurals
Head cutting snakes blades through the coils
ugy chics demand love, they give me orals
Spits so hot, when the flem spews it boils
Turning rap stars to martyr's, the god bodying fathers
American Gangster slayer, pimps get sprayed on corners
In front of hoes, foes, and the poe-poe
They murdered the God but on the seventh day he rose

[BornPower]

damn JTS!

them last five lines did it...

[BornPower]

lol @ sinners killed in silence

[sileNt.siN.]

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[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Optional minds get auctioned off
Like cars and bars/
Check the stock I hold
Wit the likes of silver and gold/
Chose flows but poverty is in me never saw
Nothing but bugs coming outta my wallet/
Hold the talk for the balance news and shit
Spit a full clip of lyrics into it/
Now niggaz wanna get on the dick
Thinking it’s just a magic trick and
They won’t be called groupies shit/
Somber guarded garters barter these martyrs
Word to these authors importing coffins to soften the mysterious/
Spitting wizardry infinitely they try n become reborn
Scorned from death I mourned wit my lips bitten and torn/
Stitches heal the physical but the soul will be forever remain cold
Froze off the halos acorns bomb shell size the spits I use as bullets/
Now I’m heavenly Beverly mason check the case by case basis
Facing these miles wit these so-called racists I don’t shit/
I just grip the pen rip through theories and bury there emcees
It’s a battle between creed and the lives they bleed/
Fuck feeding the machine I’ll feed it sprockets knocking out stars
Open up hearts like lockets you cannot plot this the way I rock this/

[Koolish]

the fuse detonates as i regulate the rhythm
explodes with more force than nuclear fission
the bombs drop with labels saying "please reconsider"
your country is different, now the first world will linger
third person action behind the boards and controls
the console is the world, the buttons are souls
if there's a valley between my brother and i
i hope he falls in if he can't financially supply

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Cause allot of yall are fakin
One minute it’s that’s hot, next minute that it’s wack/
You better think back and remember
how an emcee suppose to act/
I track a joint quicker than flows
what’s get’s DL’d off the internet/
Check the lines that chop suey
leave yall sliced up like bolognea/
Thinking you elementary lyrics
Can raise the bar high for the next ones coming up/
I can drum up lyrics that incite converstations
All you do is get a buzz for six months and nothing gets pumped/
Your like the meaziles I’m the mumps I erdicate you chumps
I can flow like the bird flu and infect you quick without any subject matter/
Leave these weaklings scattering like ants trying to come at me
With nothing but weak lyrics and wack beats wit no heat 4 the streets/
You can beef wit cha lunch meat but I eat you like rice crispy treats
Leave y’all stripped too the bone after my dogs get done wit cha/
Rap is more fickle than tricks with issues I can bless you wit all the knowledge
But you still won’t be satisfied like the hottest girl she just want more and more/
I’ll launch shit stolls at you suck it all up and get the fuck out the game
If you wanna play then you better study your role and do your homework/
So recongize it’s the double seven dead on
when I’m driven got the car on call like KIT/
my shit spits out hot flames when I’m demolishing
you lames this ain’t no fucking joke
or game it’s a shame most can’t call it a day/

[Mantra]

Check these remarkable remarks that skid on you marks
Shit on you sharks, i ain't having it like Rosa Parks
blow up shops while emcee's are shopping in em
The job done inside is graphic, too raw for television
In hell were living, my occupation anti-government spitting
And freedom for every man, child, and woman
Minorities given, hell holes to live in, our advancement forbidden
The devil's curse is unforgiven, devilsh acts i'm not forgetting
Got no time for foolish women, i'm not in tune with their rhythm
Everything's taken never given, it's war where i'm living
Young girls stripping just to pay a college tuition
I used to blame the white man, but my own people tripping
Sarcastic bastards i run with til' i'm in the casket
pass the torch to my last kid, i died trapped in
State of shock rapping, meditated before the blasting

[murkoutz]

faygo 3 liters, canadian mist, a twinky of reefer
hit the page and sow shit up like singers
game face the meanest, defeat is not a option
victory up in my optics, wins taste sweeter than swedish chocolates
switched my demeanor, shaky confidence
but check it pally i got this, dude watch this
im finsta turn promises to profits
its too many pussies out like the new style is crotchless
my belt got many notches, ate brains like tony hopkins
summer night rain storm, bucket head, galoshes
my flow warm the soul, your whole insides, goulashes
ebony colossus, flyer than baxter stockman
when i blow of steam, believe i release toxins
shotgun wedding elly may left the mountains

[Mantra]

It's me on the mic, hitting competition with the force of a meteorite
Drop degrees while in flight, sucker-free for life, torturing dikes
sharpen swords before the fight, chop, and slice slow
Chrst flow, the game i lock it down like shyne poe
Game pro, gestures get em open like lame hoes
Stain souls, as we exchange blows from every angle
Turning every emcee to an angel, bang and break ya bangels
Hang low, hit em high, stop, cut, stomp, and glide
Bombing by the bay, you stray to catch shots from the AK
blaze hay, and leave bodies in the middle of the barns
You and your marsh-mellow songs will get roasted on camp-fires on open farms
poetry is potent strong, i stay smoking dons, and bongs
Live larger than King Kong from hustling chron
Raw as fuck bust in ya moms, hand-cuff her arms
Ring the alarm, as i swarm and bring hip-hop Vietnam

[Mantra]

merciless visions enscribed upon my thought patterns/
the god shatter ya physics horrific wit dark matter/
pain inflicted from metallic talons in the hawks cavern/
cloaked wieldin a scythe revealin light from a lantern/
i broke the hands of time and defied divine answer/
anarchy displayed in my rimes go's far beyond chapters/
guard-i-an master of the universe uniquely/
form lyrical plagues diggin graves i besiege thee!!

Had to big this up nastiness!

[Father N Dangerous]

Save the Suspense Runt, best Raise ya Defen-SES, if ya Think ya a Threat...JUST
Come n Get It WHAT? are ya Even Thinkin, beatin me? must've been Dreamin' This Shit
Succeed ya Immediate Exstinction , Infliction's with Percision go in ya bloodstream like Siringes

[tekunique]

Save the Suspense Runt, best Raise ya Defen-SES, if ya Think ya a Threat...JUST
Come n Get It WHAT? are ya Even Thinkin, beatin me? must've been Dreamin' This Shit
Succeed ya Immediate Exstinction , Infliction's with Percision go in ya bloodstream like Siringes

Monopolize the market, doin "Jobs" with "Bill" runnin the "Gates"
Operate with System compatible with mobs flippin the weight
Diggin the Crate, Wax niggaz with real hip hop circulate in my veins
Pleasures gains by bringin you "Pain" without the "T", "I" stayin against all grains.