Official Freestyle Thread

[Mantra]

rest hour i pop up in the sun like flowers full moon's rejuvinate lost powers
stars influence my shooting head-shots lay em down off the tower
the stench in Babylon's sour mask on can't smell it know
Others vomit as for retaliation i can't calm it down
fire-storms while we form and terrorize the town
Queen assassin has the gun under her gown
weed bags under the crown ..is that profound?
Another blunt the pro-found pass it around
and let's get red eyed like smoked out rasta's
then feast on vegan pasta's god-body mobsters
but save the suits for grease-balls like Gotti, and hoffa

[NW_Renegade]

we will be ending oppression with a loud bang so remove that suppression
don't make it to good to be true
make it a lasting impression
rewrite ours laws inspect through them like a dissection
look for errors in all directions
till there's no more imperfections
right better bills make a f'n collection
include real morals into those sections
don't taint the new blood with mixed emotions like a depression infection
inflicting pain on those that want nothing but good
others who not on level give them a sense of feeling misunderstood
so they sit back like fire on top of wood and burn up that doobie
history repeats itself like your favorite movie

[Mantra]

I never edit flows flawless and flammable afro heads i flame their fro's
stain their shows i'm obviously obselete to all obstacles
carry out the mission hear the principles of the last general
spoken words mesmerize emcee's to the point they give up their arsenals
van Goph wouldv'e been amazed by the painted verbal arts i sow
friends with benefits see me and hand-cuff their hoes
he don't need em it's the season for seizing cats not believing
pools of blood left in every section i landed every evening
bust shots for reasons thieving, and treason
gee's in the safe if it's touched murder be the case
the slow paper isn't worth the chase
you got hit know.. how you gonna get money so surgeons can operate on your face?
rock em sock em.. then ask em how their blood taste?
probably salty i'm hell feared even Satan and his demon leigon back up off me
a cop never bought me beat em with a walky talky

[NW_Renegade]

going to a new section, ready set go the take off is perfection
seek through my knowledge like fetus on contraceptives
fuck dumb cats and there misconceptions
spreading envy and fear like aids viral infections
see ya later america im of on hiatus
im going back to the cretaceous era
so i can live on through history making life betta
change the belief that life is all about chedda
i'll abolish war so reside to your homes and hide your beretta's
seek your god for survival
the government ain't gonna protect us
they just love to molest us
all this is zionist revival
so please refuse to burn the bible,torah,and the koran
cuz if we dont sooner or later they'll be a real mega tron with the soul of saton
char boiling us with a flaming baton
this were i end today's sermon

[Mantra]

it's the maverick that mashed the riff's bass and snares blown to bits
never controlled by machines my rage is against the think tank , corporations, and corporates
extort your grip wing-chun strikes below the belt your fate's unfortunate
there's more to this timing precise as i slice, and dice
swear solemmly that the movements remain swift
cursed with a gift the sword trimmings tremendous
beef is on no way to mend it war text i sent it
last night hands hard enough to break glaciers of ice
swinging clubs to clear the path to paradise
haters have fallen through like a moose on ice
me and my comrades troops for life
belly full from the veggies, and rice
you know my style i'm a notorious knight

[ArcherPriest]

who released King kong, pissin on pee ons
that shit we be on, go 'head n hate us
we jus tryna break bread 'n escape cuffs
set some papes up, 'n stay blazed up
medical grade, what, fresh as today's cut
head'd be straight fucked, we dont fold
thirst for blood so we may never grow old
shirts is covered 'n red as a glowin coal
aint about to surrender with no parole
cuz five time offenders they hold in holes
dinners served to ya cold in a moldy bowl
fuck that, ill escape on the bus path
trade my hat 'n tape a fake mustache
to my lip 'n dip fast, with passports
stuff the rest of my cash in the jansport
i aint tryna be had by no damn courts
they gon trace the shit back to my last source
seen the evidence stackin in fast forward
hadda bounce with the strap on the dashboard
it slid off, when it crashed to the jag's floor
shit went off 'n it blasted my man's door
barely missin his calf where the panel tore
would've had him an inch 'n a half more

[praise the almitey W]

going harder than a motherfucking demon's soul
got so much rhymes i could clog a black hole(hoe)
i'm such an ass hole where is taylor swift at
she is the guest of honor at the odd future act
i wear no hat so like the cat i had sat in the branch
with a match and a aerosal can
i'm my number one fan from the future and the past
all the way to the present
bought myself a present it was called gnosis
everyone that listen to me, i put them in hypnosis
but nobody know this
i got a mindset that fucks em all up
they sayin' what the fuck
as they fall in the sleep
all up in my dreams
now i'm freddy krueger
getting hard when they scream
the terror of the mind it's a terrible thing to waste
now they all pace mumbling without a face
it's all me the dream that i chase
into the banks the money just calls
it surely has the balls to even do such a thing
fucking with a man like me
a motherfucking fiend and a thief
here is my creed i do decree
that my animals will not feed and starve them to death
on these punishing beats
go to the farms and burn all the wheat
cause i hate wheaties
it's all for weeklings
cut off the circulation to my feelings
and now i have no feeling in my
whole fucking body cut off my hand
and slap a bitch with it
thats it, nothing is reel
the movies are all dead
and the music is the bread
my ears are the butter
but i can't believe it
like skeptics of religion

[Mantra]

don't judge or the hammer swings from grammar kings running contraband rings
we get it in like trife the god and prison boxers locked in sing-Sing
knock-out the bling materialistic emcee's soon to be listed statistics
this is not a Game no red or blue flags are rocked in my district
hoes are fisted and hit with long cock until the cunt shifted
out of place leave you madder than a crack fiend out of base
white kicks on polo joints step fore i spit in your face
taste the flem ..who's greater than him?
a living problem satan's enemy for life god's friend
and my armies trained to run through any terrain
drop like hard rain devil's want the true and living god's hanged
but we bang for causes unknown put hits on domes
an untold story about Saigon a war for the throne
i'm castor oil slick born alone then dis-owned
you can throw rocks but i boomerang stones

[thatKid]

ayo, in my shoes you wanna be stalking
but I'll never stop walking
and let the fist do the talking
cause I'm spitting the first in a few
the wait created a thirst to be new
different from the everyday
stay the same like a picture frame
I got a head full of smoke
and fist full of thoughts that provoke
a real a-hole when I spit flames
burn the corpse pissin on names
so step back relax so I can melt wax
or you can break a leg like LT sacks

first in a while

[NW_Renegade]

Damn that girl was so… sweet!
She the type of a dying breed
What I mean was uh… she was real unique
She brought her own style like girls who shop at boutiques
I can tell by the way she speak
Convo’s and such was real deep
Her voice without hesitation brought me to a seat
For a First time my heart allowed defeat for a promiscuous yet considerate lover
We unconditionally had love one another
Damn why is this so called true love ah real mother!
Yup hold up I don’t mean stutter
But...I want to take both of us out this gutter
Maybe get a home in the rural area and grow old with each other!
But she tell me…
“Why bother we stay here and go out… have your favorite clam chowder”
But deep down inside I know it’s her problem with powder
She can’t kick that addiction she hasn't got the power
But still I kick it I don’t care about the wasted hours
She a bit depressed so I try to surprise her with flowers
I know when I’m gone she get lit like the twin towers
Then she call me at all hours when her eyes is crying like showers
Damn love is a real mother…

[just_leroy]

I remix anything royal tenanbuam o.j. Concentrate bomb
lyrics explode how i hurl thru the mic , text, and internet
centtifugal force 26 supreme alphabets i think i mastered it

[Eversick666]

avid apparition with no form of constructed religion,false superstition,behind the mind lies a collection imprisoned,spiritual resurrection incanted by the human gin within prism,the rite to live stripped from sanityz wisdom,inspiration for death created by the soul of my victim

[ArcherPriest]

that night, when shit happened, i must've just blackened
woke up, my wiz askin, "who the fuck wuz you stabbin?"
"dumb ass, you're on probation, why the fuck wuz you packin?
"you know that i love yo ass, you dont wanna go back in!"
Daaamn baby, relax 'n, just grab me a couple asprins
tell me what the fucks the deal with all this blood on these napkins
this place is a trash bin, i cant remember shit tho
musta cut my fuckin hand when i stabbed 'n it hit bone
cuz thats when my shiv broke, busted off from the blade
we dipped 'n wuz this close to gettin caught by the jakes
at least that's what the homies wuz sayin, we mad lucky
hadda climb in someone's pickup 'n wait in the back ducking
we escaped it clean tho, still it's better to keep low
we need a way to sneak home, cant be seen on the road
called my homie, he like "dont get no blood on my seats yo"
"i just got this shit leased from my couz at the jeep store"
thx for tha lift son, ima owe ya ass bigtime for this one
drop by the crib, i got that shit for ya mind, come get some

[Mantra]

I got the focused chemistry to bogard the industry
the revolution's industrial these flows define adversity
never the first to flee half these niggas who clap lack bravery
no bosses slaving me no Christian churches or religon's saving me
move gracefully my comrades get a guage for free
been locked down before but escaped the caged disease
never react angrily very seldom my rage is seen
i slowed down nearly died chasing cream
peace to everSick and king
son i sold drugs and at one time became a fiend
weed was never a gate-way drug been burning since a teen
but it's been a couple of months since i hit a bong or blunt
so my homies never pass the dutch or say blaze it up
off probation for like 3 months beat cases lawyers paid up

[Eversick666]

Peace flowz back to those sick with this skill,666 and Arch Priest fool police an instinctively kill,J.T.S splits ya chest like a machete hack slash tactic windmill,
Tha God peepz this Concept and condones prophets of the Nephiliem,,to speak ancient tongue an inflict shadows dark realm,Tha Don bust ya dome with crowbars to tha helm,Toronto ties close ure eyes,burred alive like Houdini on film,Grindhouse, Spit mouth, with a fashion for death,expose the lucrative light inside my iris when ure gaspin for breath,reincarnate ure soul inside my cube got Clive Barker possessed,my crew hellraise the pin hairs on the back of ure neck,with double pump action sawed shottyz that evaporate headz,,,