Official Freestyle Thread

[ArcherPriest]

holdin down my quarters, sound the order
to pound the surroundin' borders down with mortars
explodin, dont get ya face opened
layin frozen, its case closed then
brains blown 'n im known to break trojans
straight motions, now ya throat stays open
im takin a spaded post 'n ill smash your face
then ill lie under oath of the magistrate
get sum hoe to post bail 'n im outta state
bitch late.. aint no way to incarcerate me
i could rip apart the fuckin A Team
jack mr T for them fake rings
kid i dont sweat it, mics get deaded
each time that my knife's imbedded
inside a head its, sweeter than diabetics
find a medic, or maybe a doctor
a fuckin flight for life chopper
cuz the way that i sliced you is ackward
lookin like the fuckin bite of a boxer
that was grippin you tight til his jaw hurt
you most likely be gone first
wanna try me in concert?
pop urs

[Mantra]

big up my hold highness in the golden robe emcee's globally fold
we roasting then roll drunken cherokee soul
scorch the scotch ya'll die tonight shots
grace from a fade my regiment renegades
soul stirring penalties from a mis-handled manner
flee to the manor or die where u stand bro'
meet the new hannibal rambo you's a pro
Get mine money maestro let the dice go
slice slow my pride show i know
enjoy the pain poacked seats when we trained
Africa to spain my skillz are un-explained
rappers polluted the game with acid reign
held in contempt will you still like being extempt?

[ArcherPriest]

j.t.s. the fistpack.. we quick to splitcha chinstrap
heard da click clack 'n seen ya kin clapped
u feel that impact? homies ignorin payments
so we kick in their door wit'dem 40's blazin
where da fucks the drawer u store the yay in?
take his guage 'n his station, they're re-possesed
fired six, you's hit with three to the chest
fuck the streets the murder scene is ya desk
flee the set, while we be cheifin the best
slidin the heat under the seat as we jet
dont wanna beef with these vets..

[Mantra]

Glide like bats my radar is blinding without a finding
King shyt on the game used my timex for the timing
were scribing scribes it's like that shoe wax shining
binding the bitches to witness the rhyming
let off the slug drugs dribbled when we travel
out of bound ventures dealt with the barrel
double my digits throwing aerodynamic arrows
scare-crows the death scream carrols
off the wall amazement the fairest pharoah
i'm nice on the mic like hendrix was with guitars
my brilliance got me barred i'm maxed out like cards
the queen's dream means extreme pentration
beat it up her ass cheeks east facing
racing with rage one machine guage
the non-right and exact hit for days
light the haze it's a smoke craze
my skin broke blades raid your parades
niggas on repeat like parrots
make you carry your man's coffin if he don't cough up them carrots
rugged habits habitual magic excedes the luck of rabbits
steam the veggies the goblin gobbles em all
at em like psycho chic's for know we reserve the brawl

[Mantra]

Earnest money earners the world turners firmer burner holders
city of new jacks slinging cracks making stacks off fiends on corners
hottest blocks where dealers sell butter like country crock
chunky rocks lodged in black-tops hidden in ass-holes, and socks
shoot-outs with cops coming for products in hot spots
the shit never changes hustlers with anger defend the turf from strangers with flamers
if they think he rats rat-ta-tat-tat through his thinking cap
belve were drinking that cheap cats stick to Captain jack
doorags, bandannas, flags, and stocking caps
Jews running rap it's a fact these fellas are fed scraps
Set-up shop in the hood to be doomed dead from lead caps
they fall for the fed traps dangerous heads strapped

[Mantra]

what's bred in the bone can never escape from your blood
so we bounce and denounce your whole crew unplugged
sockets short circuit dope emcee's sound drugged
gasping we trapping tazmania devil reaction
tracking devices in my custom made ices
know-ledge is price-less we living in a primitive crisis
healing you non-belivers with bare hands like Christ did
My wisdom's fruit is forbidden three-fourths remain hidden
haters stay skidding trying to catch up with the true, and living
beyond basic battilions barrage frauds with ass-whippings
the agenda's on so stipulations are stipulated through rhythm's
drums, and bass the bassist beating your head til' it caves
Anchor heavy tactics crushing rage in a steel cage
opposition my reflexes are too swift for steel blades
a pioneer to praise so i demand a raise
of all eighty five we save and free from mental graves

[Mantra]

aye yo

something strong to fuel the massive attack mechanical raps
we glisten schooling christians with critical facts
bat swing that steam tracks the brain can't be cooled
murder the move we revolt and do the methods of doom
camping deep with the razor paintbrush in the room
eyes on the shadow by the speakers that boom
gorilla monsoon resserected for the epic
freeze your pride eyes swollen wide til' he respected
virtue without a fighter tiger versus crane
shaolin finger jabs i practice til' the hands sprain
it's a man's game kings hit for the claim
stick em for flames fuck the fame duck your name
eyes strain from strong contrast trash the don's dash
songs stashed we catapult from the cops masked
long laughs after short battles defense rattles
while practicing snake style your frame looking like steak know
victorious take-down your spine aches know
fakes found face-dow after i put the weight down
dispurse the hate rounds never embrace clowns
you and your ace drown rivers run deep
compete and lay at the feet of the chief
no rest and no peace torture beef
the ways of the strong are admired by the weak

[Mantra]

aye yo,

i aspire as most expire on the expiration course
like the lakers us undertakers dominate your courts
drilled your wisdom later during intercouse her screams were hoarse
with no pardon to beg a right hook rocks his head with exceptional force
rage behind the blows bad intension no prevention to splatter my foes
scatter my scrolls and pose b-boy with a banger at shows
take-over your set to settle the matter mash on your reps
crash your concepts you die young thrown over deck
Stalk your ghost haunt the coasts with hash smoke
get at folks til' they rest with a black rose
toast to rats blown while cracking jokes

[MosHigh]

i pounce on prey who lay all day unware of their true exsistence
persistence i pray will lead fools right into Son's glare with no resistence
whitewash skunk punks who think just because I can't dunk I can't ball
like that Person Chuck, the Rifleman on my block my name lames used to call
stand tall like Royce but the Barry White voice will get chick ya moist
on the game's shoulders i was hoisted, on top until i drop by choice...

[MosHigh]

flow bionicle piece it together yeah every molecule
turn logical ill when I spill at God's will lotus focus real still
real rare stare down any wolverine or hungry Polar Bear
send wild clydedales back on their hoofs cuz any confrontation i'll prevail
strength is intense you can feel the energy everywhere you set sail
i'm so fresh to def these young bucks taste stale....

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

From the dirt dusted bong bong rings get rung
didn't cha see them drums get pounded by words we rounded/
turns them tables driving from L.I. To back to Q-U-double E-N-S
back to the Cuse for some puss get cha team ready for the ALMIGHTY PUSH/
Pain I dominate in spades wrestling ways out cha 80's days
coming with the Northern Playalistic spit fire Braggadocios/
get founded like orgnizations spit a cusp at the grams I bust
flows I flustered dusted over books take you rooks with my bishop/
thinking I just got knights behind those mega watts smiles
death of a pop star I rock them bars like beats that just go as hard/
speak your slang rick rolling get scolded my flow is molded
shaped when shifting slashing prices like a discount supermarket/
dogged days get ways out cha pays slays get cha lames
given game shipping shames off them ways/
liquid flows blades can quickly get distributed with insurance
deadliest to any purist daring to test the best without a measure of stress/

[Mantra]

pass the mic or get your shoulder blade popped out of place
time i never waste emcee's get shitted on for heaven's sake
fucking with the lyrics is like getting bitten by 11 venomous snakes
all at the same time like crack i destroy the mind
As well as life throwing foes to the floor like dice
it's your loss cause your confused like christians rocking a cross
stopping your blood-flow with one stomp he got game like Randy moss
you snitch like Rick ross you better get lost or get guaze
a true boss brain immune from brain-wash, and trickery
the nation chose the brother like obama over hilary
still a gee until i expire them can't touch the skill degree
i catch you lion behold the wilderbeast kill your fleet
cause it's a slaughter like john cena wrestling iron sheek
rather unique smart as nerds, and geeks
J.t.S. lives in the shadows like the murderers of Pac, and biggie

[The Fluid Druid]

slaying on the mic and i be playin with the hype
illiterate mother fuckers need to learn how to type
i leap off the page with vivid verses that shake the everglades
you say your good but im better wait, desheveled fakes have less at stake
intercontinental center brain lobe off the mental
i go off the handle, weak mcs get put out like a candle
soon to be in shambles and shackles, ready for battle
like that rattle in the grass, sneak up on ya real fast
after 1 old e you probablly ready to pass
out black out last hope put your neck in a rope,
up by the rafters wont have to clean up after
break shit like glass solid shimmerin
when will you just stop bickerin, buddy boy
think your hard playin with crummy toys in ya yard
attack with poison darts cause i got poise in my heart
but you annoy like a lark, vicious intentions of a shark
bent and in the dark, post mortem wishes
begin to start to burn traces while firm remarks leave you faceless so rate this..

[Mantra]

You cunning-ham eaters running like Randall reveal the haters
hashish smoke traitors were warring like raiders
overall i'm cooking whoever looking from beantown to brooklyn
bandits left branded and shooken with hooks from hook-men
he showed bravery in the maze grasses reddened from the stray's
smoking haze simple-minded niggas get caught in the cage
after the trap break backs then send em back
threats sent through the fax take heed or bosses get tracked
relax or relaspse once the dope hits the blood that's it
your higher than plane your mental can't react
stacks i got three stuffed in the trophy
bitches won't dare approach me unless they blow me

[ArcherPriest]

Paragraphs of Blasphemy, Ya Blast at Me ya Fast to Bleed
A Pack of Thieves with Masks to Seize, them Stacks of Cash you Flashin Free
Assassinate with Gnashing Teeth, A Tragety, the Trash you Speak
My Strageties Surpass the Weak, Catastrophe ya Man's Phisique
lets Switch the Shit 'n Fix the Glitch, ill Split ya Mid with Ribs Adrift
ya Feelin This like Pigs that Frisk, We Peel the Clips 'n Dip the Whips
Stealin Fifths with Sticky Grips, Conceal the Shit in Crispy Chips
Im known to let This Fifty Spit, ya Blown to Itsy Bitsy Bits