Official Freestyle Thread

[Battle 1]

Alright fast pace blood erase
High speed chase I won first place
Time to clean your face
Grab the towel out the suit case
Have some soap you hope
Secured tied with rope
No I aint the pope
Sell you instead some dope
Go ahead and get your smoke
Maybe mixed with coke
Inside your head I'll soak
Like my rhymes aint no joke
Be smart and don't provoke
Spirits out the dark-side of your mind I'll evoke
On your own breathe you'll choke
Your head I'll poke
Like a wheel bladed spoke
If wisdom is what I wrote
You may go ahead and qoute
Look out for the high note
Like currency always stay a float

[Aclikyano]

Originally Posted by Battle 1

Alright fast pace blood erase
High speed chase I won first place
Time to clean your face
Grab the towel out the suit case
Have some soap you hope
Secured tied with rope
No I aint the pope
Sell you instead some dope
Go ahead and get your smoke
Maybe mixed with coke
Inside your head I'll soak
Like my rhymes aint no joke
Be smart and don't provoke
Spirits out the dark-side of your mind I'll evoke
On your own breathe you'll choke
Your head I'll poke
Like a wheel bladed spoke
If wisdom is what I wrote
You may go ahead and qoute
Look out for the high note
Like currency always stay a float


:hooray:

ayo...
Snatch souls in black clothez..collaspe foes wit strapped phone n gold rapz../(mic)
I dont hold back when lashin toungue slashin ones who crash like punkz../
I slap n JUMP anyone ACTIN up..pack ya stuff u aint blast no MAG GUNS../
IM MAD DUNN cuz a RAPTURE CAPTURED Real HIPHOPs ACTORS..//
CLIPS SHOT, DISASTER AFTER biggie n PAC PASSED US...LABEL'D MASTAHz../
FATAL fracture in RAP SON..thatz when AC LOVES.. to REVIVE wit THESE LINES../
Street WISE..DEFEAT KINDZ of WEAK PRIME..HEATED MINDZ read MY season'd RYMEZ./
so yo... BE SEATED n KIND..cuz reachin fah prize n'll clean ya spine..fatality at-a-rate of casuality..

[Battle 1]

See Below

[Battle 1]

Whatever who's more clever
You never
Heads get severed
In any weather
That's me in the leather
It don't get no better
Here read my ransom letter
Capital required for collateral don't you dare tattle
Get off my horse I'll hit you with the saddle
Brake your wooden paddel
Float downstream as you scream is this a dream
Sitting duck out of luck can't awake cause you stuck
I don't give a fuck
Retired snake spiral inside your spinal
You look quite vaginal
Give me cabbages packed in baggages
No cops pulling badges frontin' like savages
Who's living more lavage hoe ravages
No substitute you can play my flute
Soldiers you should salute
Wack mc's in airwaves pollute
Shoot em' for the loot
Escape down the chute
Fuck bitches real cute
Have em' peep my fly suit
Crash your coupe
Bitches come to me like new recruit

[SHRAP]

tell me who to shoot, who been poppin off at the lips
pick him up, fill him wit holes, drop him off in a ditch
stalkin off in the fuckin darkness wit a forty cal
i dont wanna pop this so pass off ya shorty now
plus the dough and the dro, the chain and the rangs
mess up that leather when we bang off them thangs
take all they clothes all they hoes all that fuckin shit
talk ya fuckin shit on and on til i call a fuckin hit
shut the fuck up before i shut you the fuck up
cut wit ya bitch after i cut you the fuck up
let my fuckin nuts hang like some mistletoe
standin under wit Mr. Wang you gotta kiss him ho
flip an O spit a fo five thru ya fitted cap
stick to lickin sacks, you bitches aint fit to rap
shoot a runnin ass pussy coward in his fuckin back
Im slicin up fuckin bitches like that runnin back

[Bigot Hitman]

I fund a mental pateint through lyrics that come spiritual
These are fundamental basics, foundations are critical
Potential grows exponetial, been through the white flames
The presidential has the essential credentials that ignite games
Thats of a legend, spoke to the reveren for seven seconds
On some blessin wit words, but niggas wrestlin wit the weapons
Peep the message, One versus four hardcore mc's i tore
Washed them niggas upon shore, behind the discount store
Put your, thoughts together nicely
Fuck the fighting through writing, fists strike like lighting
Givin dental records to the biting
Electrical techinical specticales can't see me in a wire
Medical assistance need by the opposin foes, trapped in fire
So put down that desire because death will transpire hastley
Hire niggas to sell saphires, them switchin liars try to waste me

[Bigot Hitman]

Ill verse^^^^^

[Abstracted]

see you biggin' yourself up like enzyte
lightning emulate how my pen strike
buddhist mindstate, when i flow so zen like
no mulligans on the mic, y'all beggin' to redo
i move like afu ra as i whirlwind kick like ryu
chakras open my yoga fire so scaldin',
rockin' skulls around my neck like dhalsim
eye of newt tossed in my cauldron
chips stacked and i'm all in, royal flush in spades
rush the police barracades
tongue kissin razor blades
question u like gatorades
hip hop: is it in you?
serve an emcee like he ordered off the menu
and spit in his onion rings
a sultan amongst kings
while u sulkin' strummed violin strings
u wine like carlos rossi
callin' me wack is like callin' a jew a nazi
the truth'll ray charles mother fuckers,
amazing what they do so as to not see

[Battle 1]

Fixed Post

[Lil' Ruger]

precise and nice
pushin a hearse witta scythe
and i knife to bring to strife to ya life
niggaz like syke yea right
i domesticaly beat da mic
witta a wet busted empty bottle of budlite
yea right bitch ass niggas wanna fite
on da cheebah gettin higher den a kite
but when i come through u flinch at my sight

[Battle 1]

See

[SickSide]

You the opposite of a trash man, Its all garbage that you deliver

[Battle 1]

I don't feel like talkin'
Time for stalkin'
Them fake rappers who about me was talkin'
Take this key open lockin'
Heads to bed I'm rockin'
No Wal mart shoe shoppin'
That's shockin'
Weak hustles I'm knockin'
On my nuts Bitches is hoppin'
Jewlery for me they coppin'
They mens flip floppin'
Me just continue robbin'
On my knob they slobbin'
No fake weaves is bobbin'
Corn on the cobbin'
Wack as niggaz stop sobbin'

[SHRAP]

Originally Posted by Battle 1

I don't feel like talkin'
Time for stalkin'
Them fake rappers who about me was talkin'
Take this key open lockin'
Heads to bed I'm rockin'
No Wal mart shoe shoppin'
That's shockin'
Weak hustles I'm knockin'
On my nuts Bitches is hoppin'
Jewlery for me they coppin'
They mens flip floppin'
Me just continue robbin'
On my knob they slobbin'
No fake weaves is bobbin'
Corn on the cobbin'
Wack as niggaz stop sobbin'

i think i just found juicy j and project pats lil brother

[Bigot Hitman]

Check 1, 2

Testing the thin ice, mic in hand weighs 30 pounds alone
Wrestling sick dikes, fag rap for them niggas known as homo's
While yaw moan and bone the mechanical clone's pussy
I hit real mushy tight but gushy, nasty if you push me
Flip the concpet, I bomb banks for rep and checks
These are complex projects that flex necks of subjects
I vex mc's thats next, catch me flyin in jets
Specs of perplex sex, pick me of like malcom X
Give me talcum and i can dilute the whole outcome
How come yaw spy through, approach and still get outdone
Droppin metric tons of lines that intertwine around spines
Yaw combine wack raps, please redefine the sounds of thee designs