Official Freestyle Thread

[J.T.S.]

Serious lyricist my fam insists that i need no assists when i spit..
My lips fully loaded clips..hit rivals no survival theyr'e dropping in pits..
Fags i finagle ice on their wrists, know my pockets are thick..
Slick talk hawk lyrics, possessed wit an omen, crackin' domes in..
Caliber chrome hymms..skin rugged like shark fins..
Spark when these emcee's barking..catch em sleeping while they double-parking..
Glock in the lap riding..rappers hiding catch Blanca moves were street fighting..
Wetting tracks deep diving..my theories phat like Viva G's low end..
Boa snakes boasting get blown when i fax ammo in em..

[JehovAllah]

Sledge Hammer Pound Hard Onda Ground
Makin Da Earth Quake Tsunami Water Flood Deep In Da Town
Kingz Wit No Crown, Golden Sceptor Rap Slap Ya Wicked Smile 2 A Frown
Arm N A Leg Bound, 2 Da Punishment Post
Armies Get Roast From Da Flames Of Da Toast
Da Beast From Da Coast
Dat Show N Prove We Iller Than Most

[444trumpets]

aight quickly see the mic i clutch like vehicles touch switch gears on tracks i run laps
i destroy emcees cant avoid the path i bring rocks crumbles as debree
trumpets gain momentum the phantom on reality
best to have your ammo ready i blow spots body parts to confedi that mic out of order delight once i put raps together anytime of day get slayed

[SID]

yo yo

know my name, an why iam hitten this game
in the future to see my name written in flames
simple n plain, dont strain or focus on the pain
keep tame, swish sickle your slain
french pickle poured over ya mamas grave
freestyle while i sharpen blades
inciting fighting against the evil n grey
frightning lightning stuns the shape of the day
iam paving the way for my Gs seeds players and main
men, were gonna be made men, flaming up crack dens
n smack pens , with strapped friends................fuck it i lost it....lol

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

End cha flow, blow ya smoke, dope out cha lungs
Rope the rhymes ya jotted down in books that cha didn’t even take looks at/
I’m next up to bat battling rats, squashing cats
It’s simply evident wit evidence/
Making me relevant expect more harder flows
Like those narcos done invaded my zone/
Never giving up names, gambling games throwing stones bagging bones
Wit haggler arms I Mary Magdalene hoes flow ascend past the present tense/
Representing my clan, my click, my FAM, my peeps
How you rep the street you from/
I wasn’t ever homeless held down my homies yes,
Now can we address sterner stuff/

[SID]

iam reading lines with no flow, blow what smoke?
i,ll soak any dudes lyrical joke,then absorb n toke
dont provoke the unstopable glock poppable
ill get logical, topical, your shit be comical
whats wrong with you,take a sec or two
before you get dumped in a chrome lagoon
stay in tune with your beat if you bring heat
but if you dont, dont try n boast, cuz i roast roaches
then hoist them in a place with no choice
do what i say or end up dead n moist
i cant be bothered with this shit,this brother "missed the point"

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Originally Posted by sidious_katana

iam reading lines with no flow, blow what smoke?
i,ll soak any dudes lyrical joke,then absorb n toke
dont provoke the unstopable glock poppable
ill get logical, topical, your shit be comical
whats wrong with you,take a sec or two
before you get dumped in a chrome lagoon
stay in tune with your beat if you bring heat
but if you dont, dont try n boast, cuz i roast roaches
then hoist them in a place with no choice
do what i say or end up dead n moist
i cant be bothered with this shit,this brother "missed the point"

Let’s get serious, ya shit wasn’t even sidious
It was more hideous than medusa’s head piece
You ain’t that ludicrous to be spitting wit this/
Whether I’m on my elementary spits or
Leaving you baffled by the way I linked it/
You’re on the brink of extinction kid
Don’t get cha self gassed just to extinguished/
I don’t claim to be the finest emcee on planet
I don’t claim to be the nicest emcee on the site/
Despite cha thoughts, oh they’re just blanks not warning shots
Don’t get caught throwing lousy darts that ain’t even sharp/
You can play and fiddle wit cha harp trying get in tune
My flow is already crooned and ready to zip, zam, zoom on you
Like this was some “Looney Tune” cartoon, c’mon make some room/
So what if “I Missed the Point” ya flow wasn’t that focused either
Don’t shoot criticism that can’t take back, so what I don’t like ya raps/
I wasn’t asking for you approval who the fuck are you to judge me
Didn’t cha hear 2Pac “Only God Can Judge Me” so leave me alone/
Stay in your lane and I’ll stay in mine so what if you don’t like what I spit
It’s not my fault your not fully equipped and you can’t think for shit
Peace I’m done wit lecturing you kid, back to ya seat, class is dismissed/

[SHRAP]

a bitch ass will get hit, not from my hands or my dick
but from a fat hollow tip, so get yo hands off my shit
tryna take somethin so im fryin a fake fuckin ho
stake fuckin bloodsuckin vampire ass bitches fo sho
them wired ass snitches get tied up when we ride up
throw em off a cliff, now you for real fly as fuck
ride wit us or get rode on, mowed down like blades of grass
k's and mac's sprayin at yo hatin ass now u fadin fast

[Cee Oh Vee]

My rhymes are nukes, yours are more like mini mines
I murk MCs quicker than Twista can finish lines
God perfected my rhymes, I'll refinish ya mind
I'm big in hip hop. Cats keep committing miniature crimes.
My alliteration continues penetratin'
Similes, and metaphors, my skills are just blatant
I'm realer than fact, MCs just keep fakin'
Think of me as a test, with no re-taking'
I'm on top of hip hop, there ain't nothing rawer
I posses the crown, like Jerry "The King" Lawler

[J.T.S.]

Mc's get ate on a wu plate..J.T.S. a true snake
U emcee's defeating me's impossible like a man wit no hands trying to masterbate
I'll blast ya wake wit a tre-8 after i rape ya wiz..make her feel the hate
Bitch so ugly had to put a trash bag over her face
wasn't worried bout getting locked..left dunkin' donuts for jake
It took a long hot summer for em trying to master this ace
Batters up my louiville slugger had they heads looking deformed like Mase
Hit em like breaks..body bags found in the bottom of various lakes
My victims hit em wit more hooks than Nate
Only difference their bloody..they ladies nutted in face..
You grown men take shorts like gary colemen in my spot zoning
Selling rock on the hot block aware of where cops rolling
Breaking bitches bones while i'm boning
Stoned strolling..knock rivals down like pins while bowlin
i always score a perfect strike
U don't wanna fight nigga i'm holding..

[BGS]

can i lay down a few bars on swiss german ? i don't try it on english i would suck so badly

[Prophet Picasso]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Mc's get ate on a wu plate..J.T.S. a true snake
U emcee's defeating me's impossible like a man wit no hands trying to masterbate
I'll blast ya wake wit a tre-8 after i rape ya wiz..make her feel the hate
Bitch so ugly had to put a trash bag over her face
wasn't worried bout getting locked..left dunkin' donuts for jake
It took a long hot summer for em trying to master this ace
Batters up my louiville slugger had they heads looking deformed like Mase
Hit em like breaks..body bags found in the bottom of various lakes
My victims hit em wit more hooks than Nate
Only difference their bloody..they ladies nutted in face..
You grown men take shorts like gary colemen in my spot zoning
Selling rock on the hot block aware of where cops rolling
Breaking bitches bones while i'm boning
Stoned strolling..knock rivals down like pins while bowlin
i always score a perfect strike
U don't wanna fight nigga i'm holding..

Trip and I'm strokin llama hammers, but the triggers I'm chokin/
spoke in the dopest Black Panther grammar like I'm livin in Oakland/
holdin the smoke in, soakin ink in my journal when I'm flippin it open/
flippant devotion to the microphone chrome, equivocally spoken/
infinitely chosen by those opposin dark forces, spears and cart horses/
my art's forcefed to marks that narc to spark roaches and park Porsches/
this part's gorgeous, my arm strong from holdin long to heavy torches/
thru levies and gorges, headin to porches on mansions, wit hefty mortgage/
makin moves on the cordless, reminiscin on today when I couldn't afford this/
I'll be supportless, affordin fuel when there's a shortage of octane portions/
I'll afford gas, no mo bein short-cashed in Jordache, askin for a transport pass/
puttin on a mask for scratch, I'm outta this world, where's my passport at...

[Billy Danzenie]

murderous, hurtin the stage in every way
known to man, i come to waste the day
a smokin' barrel, okay im not as famous as steve carrell, not even pharrell
but i get my face up, printed on wanted posters
doin' the dumbest shit, like breakin down roller costers
takin out targets like a certified hitman
gotta squirt my jizz again, bitch get you and you're friend
punk ass maggots try to step to me and mine
they get shot up in no time, with no rhyme,
just a hand on the 9
simplicity is my name, my lyrics bring me no fame
just dirty looks, people callin' me lame
but they gonna take that all back, when i pull my gat
and attack, you're spillin blood all over your mama's rack
i activate doomfires that can destroy the biggest empires
take a look inside of me, no sorrow just ire
this world is full of liars, and i ain't one
i speak the truth which is the bullet blastin out my gun

[Cee Oh Vee]

Originally Posted by BGS

can i lay down a few bars on swiss german ? i don't try it on english i would suck so badly

Go ahead lol.. even though most won't understand :P

[ArcherPriest]

yo

my poems hit like stone fists
leavin ya dome split
i shine on da mic like a crome clip
no shit.. i spit it fast as i type
ya couldnt last in a fight
snatch mics like thieves
who pass in the night
jettin fast on a bike
a thousand cc's
crackin it full throttle
poundin mc's
like cold bottles
getcha swerve on
my last nerve's gone
got rocks..
like margarita's served on
cock heataz n burn don's
my mufuckin word's bond