Official Freestyle Thread

[deliriyst]

yo sonn, furious again loungin, thunderous
munch kidz like chipz, my shyt get madd swift
sit down, study wu hitz, cuz dats da tru shyt
tru music, fake shyt, im throwin dartz thru it
move it or lose it, my dartz cause confusion
developed illusionz of instrumentalized solutionz
new position, top of da mountain, sittin
toad flow, make marble fountainz start splittin
poison dipped spittin, singe'in ya mittenz,
aint kiddin, iron index hold blunt, gettin lifted
get ya vexxed, runnin thru rough like a t-rex
da devilz poundin on my chest, its a test
badd as hell sonn, lyrical dualy gunnz make ya runn
duck n lunge, i absorb ya techniques like a sponge
flowz a ton, flowz galore, further i explore
da furious sword toar thru doorz, im from da core
reppin greenhill, i sharpen dartz, mean skillz
350 degrees pure wisdom, invade system
like a virus sonn, o'siris was a victim
so rest in peace, my delf b released
aka da beast in me, about ta leak solid steez
movin thru like a lethal breeze, one wit da treez
and my mind, my design and rhymez iz devine
eyes shine bright, contructed like a quilt, its TIGHT!!

FURIOUS makin da mic ignite, new iz wrong, old iz rite......

[9th Warrior]

the most vicious, statitics are listed throughout the district, the misfits and convicts must mind theyre bizniss, blades swing down to chop low and gore the core, split body parts and leave them at your door, come correct demandin respect and knockin sets, separate the head from the neck, speak words with depth, like deep as an ocean, hide all emotion, strike with the fatal motion, start commotion, notions of death hang in the air mothers cry out in despair, a death toll that could never be stopped nor repaired, walkin home scared, in the dark of night, its hard to see the light

[Visionz]

but still paint sight and ignite the mic and the minds/Sometimes unleash the killa caged in my deepest confines/I unwind w/ the blunt and the brew in my hand/Mile-high like Denver, we elevatin new lands/Style fly enough to be considered contraband/We expand like water to sponges/grunges of dirt mungers/ hunger for spoils for which rats toil/but the meat spoil and that beef aint safe to cook/CIA agents is royal, transparent, they gotta brand new look/Bury you underneath the stack of books, 450 years to get this shook/The crooks is runnin this rap shit, see a party on MTV, and yo, I wanna crash it, smash shit to worthless remains, and let the underground grow when that thunder rains.

[SHRAP]

thunder rains
run ya chain, we be wolves wit hunger pangs
steel still spittin slugs thatll numb ya brain
find my dna stickin all up in ya lovers mane
tell you what, ill send you up, up in flames
see me at the station and catch a fuckin train
literally bastard, leave you physically shattered
semi auto scattergun so ya click can be scattered
you dont know me, son, and if you did
you wouldnt wait for me to split ya wig
Do It Yaself on some punk shit, punk bitch
Ashton Kutcher Guess Who get Punked bitch
Shraps the butcher yall dont wanna fuck wit
meet you and turn you into meat too, slugs eat you
and leave holes big nuff to see through
smack in the head and knock ya teeth through
the back of ya head, shrap is slappin ya dead

[Sicka than aidZ]

[Sicka than aidZ]

I roast cunts like marshmellows,..tip em over like french cars.../
teargas the set, my C4 rap turns hoods to wrecking yards.../
no holds bard,...go ahead an peel my card.../
cant wait till u find sick's a blind date,...crash your shit to shards.../
retards,...no body's got talent like me.../
you aint shit so return to your home fuckin planet like "E T".../
that's how big yall are compared to sicka than aidz.../
fuck this shit, yall played out like will smiths high fade.../
all u fags, keep my dick up in yo mouth.../
or I''ll land u south of heaven, give u therapy on hell's couch.../
ouch...yes, im talkin bout my couch.../
ten minutes pussy's,...im the shit without a doubt...

im out
peace

[Sicka than aidZ]

i fucked up. peace

[Sicka than aidZ]

yep

[Sicka than aidZ]

I dont have to go the distance to take care of buisness.../
within seconds ill crash the gates an smash your fuckin resistance.../
witness aidz smack these bitches with the quickness.../
u phony clowns sit down when u pee cuz your more feminine than a princess.../
my little pony rappers,...in a instant ill cock an squeeze,..put an end to your existance,.../
I rhyme str8 of the top of my dome,...ask skale an benben cuz they've always been around to witness.../
my skills at tearin the house down,.../
faggots step down, Sicka's back in town,.../
all u do is go down in flames,...some of u pussy's str8 up drown,.../
im tha best at this shit so u may as well quit an steer your ass homeword bound,.../
fuck it,...u know that im great,.../
style so sick,...leave u anorexic an throwin up all that u ate.../
what the fuck,...u chumps cant even debate,.../
obviously takes u a month to move as much weight as I can push in less than eight.../
minutes...ive be winnin this since the beginnin an now im nearin the finish.../
word up To Spoken 12, PIR always fuckin up stupid rappers, pass me a guinness

pir
peace

[Aqueous Moon]

This site is fucking boring too many niggaz whoring
looking for a date they refuse to shoot straight
I stay up till its late waiting to debate just to realize
the truth is hated and despised so bitches stay away
cause I don't play that way I tell like it is fuck getting in yo bed
Im not on you side you don't like it - well die
cause I don't give a fuck go somewhere else and bust a nut
cause I'll cut you in you brain and drain yo insane remains
i say it again in my book you hypocrit and a crook

[Mantra]

Beats get ate when i hunger for a track a perfect midnight snack
Put emcee's to bed with these good-night raps
Steal their shine as they fail to find ways to get it back
Step in my lab and get attacked by my labador
You'll need retrievers to relieve ya as ya clapped runnin' 4 the door
You want war causlties increase as ya peeps get sweeped
Tha dust settles on tha streets as mourners weep we pee on ya fleet
Capesh tha weak never flourish wit flows malnourished
They just perish as we tear heads from knecks
Head cuttin' specialist clean my sword then rest

[Mantra]

And invest in vests to protect my chest from flyin' slugs
Hatred of heartless thugs that would love to send me above
No time for club hoppin' maybe record shoppin' to keep tha beats poppin'
Writing, and reciting gems that are iller than these weak records droppin'
Fuck toppin' charts i'm throwin' darts at sell-outs that pollute tha art
Before i die only wish is to make my mark, guilotines tha trade-mark
Better believe Nasir isn't tha only emcee with a brave-heart
Biters get hunted frontin' in these concrete jungle parts
Confronted their hearts get chopped like onions i keep em' runnin'
So while haters make assumptions i keep these lines punchin' smashin' pumpkins
And carving faces who lack tha basics ya brains basically wasted like ghetto kids that always fight
I grab tha mic everytime like it's my last for tha love, and tha cash opposition move or enjoy tha blast

[Stuk4Tek]

enjoy the blast of rythm when the voice hits back
on point with a six pack droppin hot joints on a mix track
nah boy dont kick that its all been done before
gettin stuk with the tek and in between you see the numba 4
one for war another for peace
one for the prison another for my brothers on the streets
know that its far beyond your reach like astronomy
or social equality, stay close but never follow me

[9th Warrior]

astrology learned for college fees
brains don't grow on knowledge trees
obviously work is involved
and hurt is a law,
installed in the minds of every great mathematician
was a great path of visions
split up and hard to solve like long divison
risen like the phoneix from hell
ringin bells and castin spells
over the weak and unwell
when war's upheld

[Mantra]

All at attention as i release tha tension as i'm lyrically fencin'
Stay wit tha toast like the french and you felons flenchin'
Know i'm lynchin' mobs and angry crabs pinchin'
Swift when tha sword beheads heads against him
Silent murder style watch bodies pile up by tha thou-sands
freestylin' wild when i begin to resserect tha dead again
Father forgive my sins as i send wack rappers as offerings
Illest author in tha game with a book of flames
Crooks catch canes then get choke slammed out tha frame
U can turn tha other cheek i'll never do tha same
While their Martin i'm Malcom wit lyrics flowin' like water fountains
So while u doubtin' i'm countin' my paper in Jamacia
Tha owner n' maker equator shaker signin' off tha black undertaker