Official Freestyle Thread

[White N Dangerous]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

my vision is futurisctic i can see death these thieves stressed
kneck to kneck with tree connects always chiefing the best
never bet on life my lyrics so live you could televise what i write
rock opposing emcee's to sleep on the mic fuck your plight
ain't no love when he touch-down give me the trophy by sun-down
watch the pigs raid the lab not one gun found
bitches jumping for my balls like rebounds got weed by the pounds
tracks like trump stacks cut em like crack so they can't come-back
inhumane when i go insane doc's saying relax or relapse
had to strangle em fool got me confused with eminem
an end for all men who be so pussy you'd think they ate it before they were rapping
napping on pillows soon to be bloody like li'l kim my style stay ugly
crack your fucking face with a coffee mug if you try to mug me

stay Hungry, kinda like tha Country Fuck These Dumb Dweebs..
Crush Each Mc with Such Ease, make they Tounge's Bleed with Envy
Funny a Plenty, when ya Dummy's Always Mention ya Gunning a Many..
when really ya just Runnin' from Every, One of My Sentry's..
leave ya Neck Slit, i'm not typical ive got more diversity then Chex Mix
i SEx chick's, while u Just Lick, up n down on my Erect Dick
Bet Chips, that i Collect more Respect then u in This life n tha Next Bitch

[White N Dangerous]

freestylin' i Be Ballin' and i don't Mean B Ballin', Seize ya Week-ly A-llowance
don't Sign no Peace Trea-ty so ya Weakling's Be Cautious,
Creeping..or Sneaking best believe me i Guarntee if u see me u will Be Bleeding
or betta yet ya Betta Jet, or Else face tha Dire Con-se-quence?
fuck wat Simon Says', It'll Be a Violent End, with ur Survival Percent
at it's all tyme low, kinda like tha Unemployed, I'll destroy ya

[J.T.S.]

peace dangerous

were hitting home-runs meanwhile bust on your wisdom's tongue
ain't no love son get your guns your kingdom's done
chickenheads deliver the ransom then i'll free your son
tree's are spun handle the rock like nate robinson
pollying with paranoia will destroy ya useless bum
dodge the pun and face the punishment puzzle one
breathe deeply crazed with no connections
after i bust out your lab hoes made it a nut house
See what i clutch enough to end em 2 minutes into round one
tried to sober your act still i found scum
your drowned done another clown hung out to dry in the sun
speakers blow delete your soul to satan it was sold
on a december night icy cold on a lifeless road
and remember i'm bold deadly to any who dare avenge meet their ends with this sword i hold

[White N Dangerous]

Born ta Flow, as i Morph n Orbit tha Globe, my Coordinates will Show..
that i've been There n Done That, your End'z Near n i Done That..
I Don't Pretend When I Deliver a flow n Send them under tha River Below
i'm like a Quiver of Arrows n a Bow, tha way i STrike with such Percise Aim
if u want we'll end this shyt Tonight Mayne, afta tha sunset but b4 tha Sunrise A-gain

[ArcherPriest]

killer instinct like spinal, ill slap a sixteen to vinyl
my distinct style deletes rivals, like incomplete files
beating trials 'n cheating final tests.. recitals of death
sightin rifles to chests..ya final breath.. wife and a child left
fatherless, cuz if ya bother this ill feed u blotter hits
tie you down til knots are fixed 'n torture you with water drips
forcing back your femur til it pops n splits across your hips
hope you got a cross to kiss you pompous prick! NOW talk sum shit
what, ya cant even stand, your postures shit, need a hand
layin' there like a bleeding lamb thrown out to feed the damned
man i aint playin, im the face of satan.. aint savin no maidens
im jus makin sure when im sprayin' that im aimin with patience
watchin my prey thru surveilance optics..ya drop as a shot licks
pop shit out a thirty-ought six, wutcha got in them pockets?
loose change or a new chain.. really, could give a fuck less
you let your luck stretch, fuck vests.. ill cut the fuck out ya neck
rockin locs, step away as im carvin throats, pardon folks
or ill pick you apart like artichokes with flows hard as oak
dont lose me now, my fluid sound jus smokes these dudes around
its like they new to town, dont make me put these fuckin boots to crowns

[J.T.S.]

Originally Posted by KingShyt

killer instinct like spinal, ill slap a sixteen to vinyl
my distinct style deletes rivals, like incomplete files
beating trials 'n cheating final tests.. recitals of death
sightin rifles to chests..ya final breath.. wife and a child left
fatherless, cuz if ya bother this ill feed u blotter hits
tie you down til knots are fixed 'n torture you with water drips
forcing back your femur til it pops n splits across your hips
hope you got a cross to kiss you pompous prick! NOW talk sum shit
what, ya cant even stand, your postures shit, need a hand
layin' there like a bleeding lamb thrown out to feed the damned
man i aint playin, im the face of satan.. aint savin no maidens
im jus makin sure when im sprayin' that im aimin with patience
watchin my prey thru surveilance optics..ya drop as a shot licks
pop shit out a thirty-ought six, wutcha got in them pockets?
loose change or a new chain.. really, could give a fuck less
you let your luck stretch, fuck vests.. ill cut the fuck out ya neck
rockin locs, step away as im carvin throats, pardon folks
or ill pick you apart like artichokes with flows hard as oak
dont lose me now, my fluid sound jus smokes these dudes around
its like they new to town, dont make me put these fuckin boots to crowns

sick shit

[ArcherPriest]

peace j .. i like readin ur shit too mayne

dracula spits.. evil overlord with immaculate grip
imagine a bitch blood runnin in incoagulate drips
there aint no damnin' the shit... constant colostomy
god sent atrocity, countless numbers that have lost to me
they probly got to see, how a human life ought to be
when i sent them to the depths of hell hungry to bottom feed
came up, straight out the sewages, my fluidness true to this
your flow is uselessness..like preachin buddist to jewish kids
invisioned a graven image incisioned in livin' patients
no anesthetic agent givin' for aidin' their pains with
it's king, righteous delinquent, what i write is indecent
probly spent too many nights under candlelight in the precinct

[MosHigh]

as i weed cough i pop off and knock blocks off
suckas that try to run up like tropic thunder they blunder
no boy wonder or circus act but i Van Dyke flip kick wit
that'll split from where you sit to ya lip
physical fit well equipped ask ya chick
from the hip no quick draw but when i spit
to the land of nod you slip
turn ya white mink pink sink deep into what you think
then extinct ya instinct before you get a chance to blink
sought but never caught faught til ya thoughts became distraught
brought what i was taught man slaught rhyme bender savant
wikipedia and the media can't contain the aim of this archer
my odysseys cause me to show no modesty when i dart cha
out smart ya multiple boards feel the fury of liquid swords
nice like Grice slice mic chords and run up on chumps like Russell
and snatch ya award warlords get floored trapped in dungeons
bludgeon til i'm bored tiger roar eagle soar James Cameron ocean explore
land, air, and sea I be the conqueror generations will read about and adore...

[J.T.S.]

were cannon specialists unloading against negligence
life is hell in a cell so a guardian angel is heven sent
dark like tints the darkness triples i light continents
so re-consider a test and die from the rapidness
burning season for no apparent reason
flesh is beaming evicted demons
twist after i see son hit em ike how the west was one
buddha lover with a gun a legend to none like pun
shatter your dreams the most wanted killer on the run

[MosHigh]

as i flex my pecs i master the funk with lyrical calestentics
Jonah Hex vexed because i'm vigilant to death with aesthetic methods
somewhat wreckless but perfected in deception
alphabet boys toys can't tap the hoosier who sides with Ill nois
Agent Orange fumbled the weapon put i'll pick it up and keep steppin'
reppin the Crossroads of America while causing mass hysteria
Daytona 500 i run lap ya map before you awake from ya jack off nap
i smack off caps white glove slap 10 paces turn and shoot
nah, as soon as you turn your back i'll splat your tweed suit...

[J.T.S.]

lyrical jihad shit pass the mic better believe it's bombed
walking around with grizzly bear arms and my rare charm
stay onguard the deepest lyricist dosen't breathe hard
cause eating the illest is a delicacy to me like frogs
stars are starved for 2 days in my back-yard
were strapped par show emotion blade in your broad
need complete silence since the vibe is vivrant
in a blink they extinct all eyes on the iron
show irony thorn in the flesh tied to a tree
practice kicks to your steroid built body
satan wants to behead the godly
better belive you feel it when we kill-a-army

[J.T.S.]

the rush can't be avoided it's an android anarchy
the radio signals clogged with inteference he can't copy
pop me with head shots so i can die sloppy
just kidding we stab a villian got a blood spillin' addiction
something vital medication too strong for a doctor's prescription
so while he feeling effects sets saran wrapped
fish hooked mouth first bandaged chest to kneck
cuts open daily routine pussy poking
carnage to the max modern day smoking
smarts applied to appliances appleheads choking
like tarzan with trees swinging with ease
you in the house without the keys
a cheetah couldn't match my speed
take heed or else splash the wrath indeed
paralize pegan emcee's sacrificed
the blind man blasted the lights
we cut close one dose of my smoke ya'll hooked for life

[ArcherPriest]

tres bangin outside the train station
straight slangin 'n rakin them papes in
i aint playin my patients is way thin
takin payment or cavin some brains in
stackin paper aint playin in change bins
jackin pagers 'n bangin since age ten
smashin haters parade em in suede timbs
massive razors to scrape and fillet skin
kid im stayin to play til the game ends
overpowerin cowards that need delt
split em str8 down the middle like seed shells
then they're put back together like seat belts
makin sure that they dont ever reach help
you try to move in my shoes but ya feet melt
paid my dues 'n it's true that i eat well
man im laughin at you with your green belt
leave ya blackened 'n blue when i ring bells
stabbin cats from behind, killa bee tails
never slip witta clue i dont leave trails

[J.T.S.]

my ice cold mastery will leave em fast to freeze trash the league
u haven't heard or seen the last of me last to leave
pass my peak rider ambitions trapped in me
when let out outsiders looking for car keys to flee
the sea is where he's thrown after he's stoned
play the drums with your bones bone-heads get gone
the winner broke your inner watching the spirit simmer
intriqued by hand-skills and macaroni dinners
i don't keep jack- in- the- box crash your flocks
raise my stocks as i put razors to rocks
cut-up flesh flamingo deep on the set
i wore your guess you demanded an explanation
know it's your date of expiration from a hollow to the chest
rip out your liver as i quiver but still deliver
so you gun holding niggas i'll break your hand fore u pull trigger
my rep grows bigger you haters grow bitter
bag em like dirty clothes diss em like dirty hoes
you might snatch a purse but who snatched your soul??

[ArcherPriest]

hit the locks child..
kingshitty's droppin them hot piles
a grimy hostile nigga thats got style
pullin glocks wild.. like rotten molars
pushin stocks of the rocks 'n boulders
pop a shot 'n its over, fresh as folgers
as soon as i drop this, offa the top, hawk shit
as words come together like sausages
i snatch links.. straps kickin' like mad chinks
straight snap a nigga's didgets for class rings
fuckin with king's, really the last thing
ya wanna try, get up in ya mama's thighs
vagina's cauterized from hotness inside
step to me? caution advised, im a boss on the mic
see me wink at the guy caught in the sights
pop a shot in his eye, not gonna fight
take his life 'n im off in the night