Official Freestyle Thread

[J.T.S.]

aye yo,

Got the iron from the sheek pure breath hazardous heat
authority over the majority like jews pockets are deep
rock you to sleep if it's beef white sheets cover bodies in city streets
make sure the babies fed in this land of the mentally dead
copped trees from the dread rastaman with a false leg
instead of talking i'm walking through cemetaries planning future coffins
coughing reminising of my ex-girlfriend's abortions
suited well iv'e been in countries working on farms
institutions like jail where a man can one day prevail
nervous chewing my nails, will i succeed or fail?
we heard it all before the shining glow
practice my principal still stresed with dough
making hot biscuits so of my peeps block statistics
pigs got us twisted jealous of the black, and gifted
still keep it realistic theyr'e some real misfits
jobs jerking me working me for very little
we broke the riddle like the old man playing the fiddle
layed in the grass smoking with a broad in the middle
made her wiggle x-rated ex-native spanked naked
the mic i break it with cosmic force glide of course
the impact infact like being thrown from a horse
big brother knocking while we was having intercourse
but i escaped swimming through lakes, is justice at stake?
only weapons home made knives, meat cleavers, and rakes
anything to keep me alive the howling of wolves kept me awake
they said i broke an oath nigga i never took one
they caught me sleeping and planted drugs, and guns
they'll do anything to destroy what i took so long to become
fighting for survival so i'm a survivalist screaming fuck the district
attorney another day another journey
keep keeping on ghetto soldiers stand strong
bear arms workout your arms knees, and backs
run with my pack out to catch villian who lack
the knack of flow i'm on a roll while your on parole
roll out if you hold out, who stole the soul?
you know the coldest one hold his gun
drama minister choking a nun
father-less scum i was wandering young
from speakers to teachers each his own
without reach i'm known

[J.T.S.]

back for more mayhem on ya block slaying while you slinging
catch a feeling another novice thrown off the building
so while you romancing the stones i'm soon to dance on ya bones
getting the grants and the loans every chance that i'm shown
got it sown always drop more shit than where cow's graze
growing wild haze since child days with the gumby fade
keep it raw no matter if it's guns, or blunts you blaze
stunts to chase punchlines like a Judah jab to the face
get stabbed with grace for tough-talk blood he'll taste

[MosHigh]

pull out the putter do my thing and swing like no other
in the woods crouching tiger sippin lager with somebody's baby mother
thoughts run amuck and invade ya room like clutter
spinning into butter i lend a hand to help a lost brother
caution lights flicker on the Highway to Heaven
doubting the divine causes more deadly sins then seven
commandeer the hearse steer ya soul right off course
what's worse ya mom's had my book of verses in her purse
benevolence is irrelevant if you eyes are closed
so i pry minds open and leave 'em fully expose
the wear and tear appears all over your flesh and clothes
bloodwork expert who as a hobby scribes prose...

[J.T.S.]

the knock explicit slug whistle the thug becomes a statistic
hollywood fiends line-up for powder on dishes
devour your district light shit up like Christmas
granted the fathers forgiveness for illegal buisness
up north visits drugs smuggled in by down ass bitches
life ain't a picnic need a extra hand to pitch with
this is theatrical art spread out your darts
flow diggin' domes u break easy like calcium deprived bones
leaving minds blown with rhyme chrome automatically known
equation solved mathematical gods get earthed for the cause
we revolve around who you involve minus the law
Can u bear the broads? striking like tiger crouching with sharpened claws
i could write on a rollercoaster and my pen won't fall
blow u you up in helium halls thrown through the wall
tax em like the old british rebel like the tea party
he didn't see me but he seen shotty

[J.T.S.]

oops double-post

[J.T.S.]

throw a fast one high pitch they petrified by the flyness of my wrists
Watches cannot time this classical flows are time-less
from the start to ending my defenders stay defending
the battle-grounds where the snakes rattle rounds
shells the pigs pick- up people dying from out of town
game over your out of bounds running like jim Brown
victims of bodies been found my flag planted in the ground
i'm on top while ya'll on rocks i don't stop
bringing the ruckus with one shot the dumb popped
bullets go in heads like quarters in arcade game slots
your fame stops like a dying man's heart beating slowly
the bitter loathe me cuz i'm nastier than bologne
this is only for the raw lovers bust scuds through ya homies

[Sicka than aidZ]

itz back...the walkin plague aidz never slack my attack.....
now u followin me on my awol the freestyle thread livez on past the break on dawn never reverse that...
leave w/out absence i never die in the rap mind u cant beat dat...
then u copy it and get smack with nizzine in the back of instead gettin a dap when i stomp come too stomp and slide on yo fake ass side of the mizzap....
foodstamp yo check account before crack over the head wit da milller high life befo i crack u ova da ovariez wit da miller highlife 40 by the cizzap....

[Sicka than aidZ]

logged in, meffed out...wu banga dart chin check yo mouth...
cut yo lipz wit da paper cutz, acid hitz mad clout felix da cat flashbackz is whatz im aboutz....
beat dat comin thru wit da baseball hat and da shadez to match...
the fade cut black da westside story kid dat put da seattle scene of drugz supply drug store I-5 corridor on the map,...
kid!....
real gangsta like pun to fat to fit thru the store packin da mak in da back of da ac...
wit 300 poundz of kush killbudz thatz 150 thou in the back sheath of yo ecko slackz... whatz that


































































































































go get yo hit of crack,.... wannabe kid

[Sicka than aidZ]

whatz up wucorp just chillin word up to jts....king shyt...bigben, big up to the bbb the realest rappers holdin the freestyle thread down since the day.....party like itz 1999 u know how aidz didz

[White N Dangerous]

Originally Posted by Sicka than aidZ

whatz up wucorp just chillin word up to jts....king shyt...bigben, big up to the bbb the realest rappers holdin the freestyle thread down since the day.....party like itz 1999 u know how aidz didz

hah wat up? can't give a shout out ta ya boy?? :P

[J.T.S.]

what's up sicka

time slips my rhyme splits the pathetic kiss the clips
major grips the hammer humming drama dipped
pumps passed you dumped last in shit
hands crash the bricks the blood in grass is thick
no tricks only the trade exclusive dimes are dicked
sign off the tax find out the facts another back is cracked
rip the axe off the wall under the mattress stacks are stacked

[J.T.S.]

from romania to rome commandments are stoned kings over-thrown
cock in tail bitches i dismiss em after we bone
the draft flying home another king-pin dis-owned
the resistant distant damage my own
bones puffed features rough with tims scuffed
been buff from the veggie buffet stomach stuffed
we came to cut or crush your guts
carry on with the chaos and your layed off
pesticide spray eyes while they prey
fuck a dime a day til' they fishes decay
smelling rotton pick em like cotton plottin'
marching slaves to put guns to your noggin'
joggin' from the crime scence raid ya rhyme scheme
give me my cream or die bitch from melody beams
lay your earth to rest like Coretta Scott King

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

sticker treater feature leaking reach freaking out the minds insight on the m-i-c
deadly when I drop vitals rocking side shows never looked so sick when I rip/
bringing it back throwing it back making it another vital attack
backen jacken making a pack ratter fatter thinking i'm cat snatcher/
i am the ripper from times i tripped get cha fully eclipsed by the words I just flipped
now you summersualting to ya doom proliferate cha lke you recieved rebate/
d-back reach chaps my matches be drawn out decks like Yu-Gi-OH the card game
you ain't placing my name in losers unless you cheating thinking you beating me isn't an inkling you drinking/

[J.T.S.]

don't even stutter flutter through all the clutter with a box-cutter
leave em jammed like traffic then ox smothered
no company or entourage can barrage the brother
my scars uncovered like plots the pilots prominent drops
over the bay wanders the water-proof Juggernaut
jokers trying to juggle shots feel the kilo-watts
unconcerned with mercy given hot shots abandoned spots
emcee's are fed dog-food in coffee mugs in front of cops
call toll-free for your flow fee charged to your visa
the greatest speaker slash undertaker in Vans sneakers
hands wed to the pump tongue slashes the speakers
they blow to bits skits of most rappers are shitty and weaker
falcon attack dive on your pack rap with a fever
snack on a diva while a chicken- head takes my suit to the cleaners

[J.T.S.]

wide with the stride my verbals terminate your tribe
Quest is on you feeble weasels uncuff my mic
No beat accapella knive release the wind from your pipe
too deep to dive set tripping with a sword to get right
i'm like noone breathing or deceased you sheeps are shiest
orders i never follow the shallow heads hit with hollows
minds one dimensional lose out on the lotto
scratching tickets while wino's beg for a dollar for a bottle
kill you with the drill i used to kill your seargeant
start the invasion invading homes search without a warrant