Official Freestyle Thread

[Lil' Ruger]

skills extrodinary
dangerous bewary
balls all shaved but still hairy
i bust education like i just read a fuckin dictionary
i dissimalate yo head den assimate a scalple
discoomboomerate a nigga WOW dats a mouthful
hangin hooks 8th realm droppin from da ceilin
fuck around through u innna cage get sealed in
i got a gun wit an AK's quickness and an HK's blast
rhyme styles take a journey to da passt
pull da gat fast
or ur life wont last
raise dem guns high like a mast
fuck a bitch in da biddut make her pump ya gas
walk around witta walk make you loook like a pimp wit some class
beat dat bitches ass
anitomical rust
diabolical dust
in to the 8th dimension be thrust
dont cuss shhhhh or get bust
cuz if i must i lust for a worthy heir
witta chain that blinds ya like a glare
for life they do not care
hangin hooks
hit the books
like a tome
spittin gon rong tones
ahh shit leave dat elite shit alone
old soul like babylonians
quick sting opium
2 pumps el open them
like a hoes pussy
u fuckin wussy
get up stop askin what it would be or could be
hangin like they lookin for some fishes
obey da master and his wishes
sweet like a sweed bitches bubble gum kisses

[MASTER PAI MEI]

i dissimalate yo head den assimate a scalple
discoomboomerate a nigga WOW dats a mouthful

Hahaha Good shit Pimp

[Lil' Ruger]

^^^ lol thanx i wasn't to good on dat but it was ok

[MASTER PAI MEI]

I walk the promised land overstand promises are damned,
royalties and scams continue as we eat from poisoned lands,
the polluted stand pickin garbage from the pilfered cans,
stress and irrelevance death surrounds the benevolent,
we take their medicine and ignore our family disconnections slam,
trapped in self made hellish plans unaware with out a care who has the upperhand?,
corporate and religious jargon crammed we worry about criminals receiving pardons...DAMN!,
we settle for a life thats hardend,

sad

[koncretegorilla]

I heard thru the grapevine, playtime was over/
so i chromed up the toaster, frm under the sofa.
Broke the quota, for emcees froze in coma/
lonestar rappers tryna act supernova.
Connect live n' direct 2flex ya text muscle/
networkin hustlers in this beautiful struggle.
Its brainsport, maintain raw grains of thought/
basic translations help relate slang reports.
Im wu-corp fam, wher my newports n juice god/
looseys n brewskis, chewed thru my chute cords.
Choose ya life weapon, ya type nine~eleven/
write mic blessed confessions, strike wit venom.. Offensive.
Vent ya ten cent senseless sentence/
check the next sector aint got shit to mention.
Cos its pure sewer fury, true nigga jewellery/
i say sumthin wrong den bitchnigga sue me.

[Lil' Ruger]

killa hills
ill project on the reals
any gat get peeled
stainless steel
secretin pointy metal to the greel
eatin dat shit as if it was ya last meal
ak burst like cum from my cock
just keep going till i run out of ammo (ewww stop)
ok i will not! u'll have to go call the cops
cuz i got crack in my matress and porno on my mind
i jack off in public like alll the time
rip my balls is that hardcore enuff for a rhyme
tried to kill myself in the looney bin i spent some time
like arkahm asylum as if i was a badguy in batman
i recruit soldiers like uncle sam
when i see a fine lady i go damn!
in the bed her but get whammed
and she gets dick slammed
because i know this asian dood and he's real real cool
he's a triad dropout a real cool fool
got an education wit out going to skool
yeeeeaaa im talkin bout inside natalies port
then ur face starts to contort like a dork
who ate some sour pork
and ate it wit a plastic spork
well i dont if hes a triad ill have to guess
in the battle field sicka's like the best
don shuts down smoke blunts like the rest
the chink is dumb and he cant mess............yo!

[koncretegorilla]

Somethin inside me said fucc it, i've read enuf shit/
nuthin compares to muthafuccas who junk script.
Punkbitches spittin they heart regardless/
its easy to squeeze on these emcees for targets.
Calm-like, carnival carnal car-ride/
jump in the trunk, and wrap up ya arms tight.
No chats, had no chance to gag these showcats/
toerags bagged up in the bacc of the lo-lac.
Snowtracks packed the road flat, grab the axes/
rats get they trap clapped for bein pimptastic.
Plastic artificial rap flak jacket fabric/
lacks matters of fact and relevant factors.
Ample canned samples, scandals n shams/
open ya grill, cos ima remove ya fangs.
Its gruesome, shown n proven, whos the prime~ape/
view the pure future of all livin primates.

[J.T.S.]

Many artists are artificial spittin' superficial//
my scripture pistols unleash slugs exposing scar tissue//
Slugs whistlin' dixie shots, wigs heat hot, heat blocks like melting pots//
the pot smoker smoking cops, crack ya snot-boxes, wit cannibal oxes//
Long-horn charge ya body through walls, U-haul movin' cautious//
Un-concious knock-out's, ladies love me with my cock out//
Backseat freaks get pumped, then throw the fuck out//
pitch base on blocks and i never struck out, bum with the bucks out//
Buck-wheat, buck-shot bandit, little rascal runnin' the hoe house//
Danger-mouse the cats on the hunt, after you for fuckin' his cunt//
i got stabbed know i'm in the cut sparkin' a blunt, not the one 2 run//
rescued by this honey-bun named Li'l debbie snackin' on my jewels son//

[Lil' Ruger]

Originally Posted by koncretegorilla

Somethin inside me said fucc it, i've read enuf shit/
nuthin compares to muthafuccas who junk script.
Punkbitches spittin they heart regardless/
its easy to squeeze on these emcees for targets.
Calm-like, carnival carnal car-ride/
jump in the trunk, and wrap up ya arms tight.
No chats, had no chance to gag these showcats/
toerags bagged up in the bacc of the lo-lac.
Snowtracks packed the road flat, grab the axes/
rats get they trap clapped for bein pimptastic.
Plastic artificial rap flak jacket fabric/
lacks matters of fact and relevant factors.
Ample canned samples, scandals n shams/
open ya grill, cos ima remove ya fangs.
Its gruesome, shown n proven, whos the prime~ape/
view the pure future of all livin primates.

dat wasn't even a good diss.

[koncretegorilla]

cool..

aight peace kid, i'll keep the beast hid, deep in the freezers/
breath easy b, see i aint realy mean shit.
Yet, - bless ya soul its wholesome/
heart of gold, like old colts thats slowly revolvin.
Swollen at the gooseneck, bruises is blue-red/
black yellow n' green, silverback on the scene.
Im streamin, feedin emcees real reasons/
leave or be eaten, see the structural weaken.
Keep to the sidlines, while i play the middle/
whers ya toothpicks, ur bitch pubics in my gristle.
Riddle me this, whos kid u wipe the shit off/
bite ya shit off, write the shit u swiped my kid of.
Thats right u heard me, word, u couldnt murk me/
less u knew ya way round the Zoo and Jersey.
Dirty lookin hooliez rule b, its rule b'/
serpents as emcees, appearin to fool me.
Now im strapped fully, hijabs under the hoody/
the fuc ima do wit this armoury jewellery.
Safe crack the stashbox, past the crack rocks/
shank ya backlot, snap the padlock and ur open.
Chokin tryna cope wit a heartbroke dilemma/
its hard to forget wat u remember.

[SHRAP]

im cold like December these hoes get dismembered
leave they head lookin like it came out da blender
just tryna survive lifes horrors, my war movie
just tryna ta find some nice whores for porn movies
fuckin Keisha or Susie, Eva, Tamika or Emily
im evil im sendin these hoes to sleep wit my enemies
settin these foes up to get torn up and disposed of
sho nuff, throw em in da river let em flow, WHAT
these haters bout to throw up, i make em fuckin sick
bitches cant get money but can take this fuckin dick
on my money shit, fuck payin taxes IM HUSTLIN BITCH
lay ya ass up in the grass thats if you finna flap ya fuckin lip
sucka strip off them baggy ass clothes u aint deserve
u aint earned the uniform, bitch u cant preserve
act reserved when its on but u a killa on ya song
blow it out ya ass and wash yo shit out of ya thong
BITCH!!!

[J.T.S.]

Concrete jungle ape bangin' my chest great, weed smokin' primate//
Grateful dead samples cleared for my mix-tape//
swallowed mother earth n' spit states//
Nice-lady's love how my dick taste, slammin' em' hoes//
Bonnin' alien bitches outer space, contestants get thrown out the race//
I wait n' take time to re-fine my lines, gettin' paper in these N.y. Times//
Gotta shine n' rhyme, battle n' grind, peace partners n' crime//
Heater stashed by the waistlines, while these fags waste lines//
Recyclin' mine, ya raps swine, J diesel like Sharp, gettin' paper-back//
Take mine in blood, bloods, and crips get bitch-slapped//
Vocals pitch-fork the high-hat, i'm gettin' Big with these ready to die raps//

[Bigot Hitman]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

i'm gettin' Big with these ready to die raps//[/I]

Crews throwin signs at, the blind cat to make him react
Fakes become john does on contact, with the bomb gats
Back turned, lames change they personality
Them bitches that snitch put claims on fatalities
Scared to tell where they sleep, everybody knows where i be
5-1-3 most likely, writing and typing lines thats frightning
To the sqeamish, those new raps don't mean shit
How yaw a beam a bitch wit the three inch penis
I mean this, used to be into some clean shit, now i like this
Niggas need to double team this, cause i write slick
Now rewrite this...to hard for illiterate faggots
When the mag hits the maggots off goes the cabbage

[RagnaroK]

sword swinging antagonist aiming 1 shot killing no remorse feelings
my burst and rhyme growth
are the same as tech...nology
logically my mastery of microphone tactics
came with much practice
com-artificial rappers swear they are fantastic
but in reality they faggots
bendind their asses like gymnastics
for the cash in
tragically fame and furtune came rapidly
forcing the truest in to the roots
without been able to taste the fruit
now the tree with rotten leaf
disrespect everybody in the name of business
i be asking myself can hip hop live?






(i just wanted to try once and rhyme a bit im not very good at this atleast in english)

[J.T.S.]

with the right amount of ammo, i'll bring death to every living mammal//
Release wild elephant techniques against a rival, know trampled//
a flat-line example, preview the power devour samples//
Ranchid, uncanny, candid mc univerally militant muscian wizardry//
Military forces buried underneath the cherry tree//
Yellow jacket bee, buzzin' stingin' eardrums on the ferry//
Nothing merry round here, rounds bust from gunners every year//
Thugs no longer walkin' confined to wheel chairs, shit's real here//
Stare at a cat wrong, u might get clapped, or stole on, so long//
My hoods gone to the psycho's, M. Bison size rivals//
Polliticin' with chicken seeds, teachin' offspring ways of survival//
Knowing "the code of the streets' is vital, thoughts homicidal//
People suicidal shootin' that's that shit in their veins, soon 2 die though//