Official Freestyle Thread

[J.T.S.]

Windmill man a bomber when it blows all you see is flesh, and bloody armor
remains remained in the sea after their thrown there goes your honor
your a goner fertilizer for the farmer ritual was learned from Rwanda
keep his bones neatly buried in a hole covered by hedges, and stones
the bone-collectors back with a bag over his back pocket full of artifacts known
my infa-red beam shines on devil's domes see me in the cell with a phone
soon as i hit home run for days dimes hit me drawers down head blown
duck these lead poems stacks in basements plus oils for my love jones
he stayed down til' he was elevated above nuetral grounds
a spirit of enlightment garnished his head with a golden ruby filled crown
then he relaxed with knocked-knee latina mami's rubbing his back
writing hand protected by 20 guardsmen that have a fetish to clap

[thatKid]

ayo, flow tight like a finger trap
smoke with flames so I can stop
and drop this weak fuck with ease
roll him up and get kicked like weeds
see now I'm king of the throne
Manny Pacquiao style to the dome
get owned by this beast who zoned
into another state like you got Al Caponed

[thatKid]

ayo I'm gettin high all day like a helicopter
killing you with the lead like a chopper
in a battle I go for your heart
fatality style as I rip you from the start
cause I'm spittin high off the dome
letting yall see what I do when I zone

[jahnyjigler]

Basic instinct walk rite to the presinct
4 5 and nines yelling to the cops Ayo
The world is mine
Arnold and stallOne style terminator Rambo
Spitting hitting ay one gettin a piece of this amo
No motive relentles hate my adrenaline IPod nano
Playing wutang after the laughter.
Gave me five for an ounce now I help the reaper
Payback is a mother with two kids by her own brother
These guns spit sick hit slick meet slick Rick
I remind them were to find me solitary graveyard shift
5 years in solo I get hi everyday call me Apollo
WANa do me like they did dirt dog they was wrong
Robert Downey pull the same stunt a bird sang a song
While he did community ish is fucked up america America
Ima kill em all no remorse death is the same course Lapd
Full of corpse they should call it Mourge PD who run this town

[ArcherPriest]

confused your technical squardren
with elusive moves of professional marksmen
exit wounds that blew ya mentals apart 'n
showered your fluids over vegetable gardens
no diplomacy, rogue sargent, covert cobra teams
known to kill more seeds than hoes with nova rings
flows i bring's wicked designs of satan's shrine
alligning space and time thru hightened states of mind
raiding skies, like biblical plagues of flies
turn rivers to blood clutchin' staffs of moses
clap you fucks in the back when the hammer closes
rap ferocious, two shotties, impacting you like tsunamies
search n rescue cats dig thru the damages stacking bodies
like they're bags for blocking, stalking muddy shores
hid in stocking caps bagging your bloody corpse
scubbed the stains out the back of my buddy's ford

[J.T.S.]

love to gorge thugs with swords one slice heads are floored
little kids screaming and hiding beneath a honda accord
blood flows beneath the doors to sewers mice drinking it
i'm the chain to the game and every link in it
haters sowed ignorance know their reeping it
Never see me bowing to no man my hands crossed the lord
darkness assured another blood-bath path report
men beaten to smores come claim the reward
hardcore when we war it's a general source
to enforce this fatal flying force
wig split soul from body divorce i carry the torch
pass it on my death-bed dressed red
A life full of drama and honor never had a heavy head
Humble to the last breath my seeds inherited mad bread
telling women i'm the doctor and my cock is their meds
she snake swallowed my head call her Ms. Python give her hoe respect
i'm back like the slap of my back-hand album covers the promotional van
never let the cheese distract i move intact get knocked for the knack
strapped with my pack head covered with wraps yellow, and black

[Eversick666]

Originally Posted by KingShyt

confused your technical squardren
with elusive moves of professional marksmen
exit wounds that blew ya mentals apart 'n
showered your fluids over vegetable gardens
no diplomacy, rogue sargent, covert cobra teams
known to kill more seeds than hoes with nova rings
flows i bring's wicked designs of satan's shrine
alligning space and time thru hightened states of mind
raiding skies, like biblical plagues of flies
turn rivers to blood clutchin' staffs of moses
clap you fucks in the back when the hammer closes
rap ferocious, two shotties, impacting you like tsunamies
search n rescue cats dig thru the damages stacking bodies
like they're bags for blocking, stalking muddy shores
hid in stocking caps bagging your bloody corpse
scubbed the stains out the back of my buddy's ford

...Struck a cord with a legion of demon,, for bustin up Satan's whore,
Netherrealm Nightwolf, soul slashin ure essence then spit it out of my jaw,
my goonz bark at the moon,platoon style rushes of zombies embalmed,
to feast on fresh flesh an tear the titz off ya momz,charm the baddest bitch
with adjectives,tongue lashes of savages,brutal destination no invitation too massicast,this blood lust in exchange for abyss is simplistically ravenous,
the tragedy of becoming unholy passively grasping up,the dark father of a home u knew inside an alcoholics cup,chronic blush,swallowed,crushed,follow lies toggled,......uve had enough,

[ArcherPriest]

yall know me as archer, on point like im tony parker
dribble rocks past you pookie ass cats roaming carters
dont throw with me partner, spit in faces of all authority
torturing with torches heat disfigured so horribly
leatherface'll be lookin like a six figure porn queen
blazed your physical form, left ya whole inner core steamed
down to poor resolution, nearly translusent
seen reflecting moon lumens off a sea of pollutants
measly humans, they're just seen as a nussiance
to eversick n priest's legion of mutants, the demon race
we keep in secret seclusion, breeding hate
lace our boots up 'n stomp a policeman's face
cuz the mufucka filed our grievance late
put this eagle to domes like it's vick's helmet
quick for slappin sum dick to ya bitch pelvis
'for i dip quick splittin like shellfish

[ArcherPriest]

we're twisted as truck ignitions
double fistin these mugs ina drunken sickness
lost the keys, they musta jumped out my britches
maybe locked in the trunk with the bludgeoned witness?
man, wut is this? we're fucked, damn homie, we slippin up
make sum mufuckin moves 'for we're sittin in prison cuffed
fuck that kid in the trunk, start runnin, our times expired
hope you got sum fluid left in that lighter
torch the fuckin evidence in the fire
shits so hot it melted tread on the tires
so only sediment wuz left for entire
police forces, who radioed rienforcments
there's sum burnt up keys where the corpse is
bag em up, we gon need 'em when court hits
grab the sergant's fingerprint report kit
forensic cats'll find out who the source is

[J.T.S.]

pictures of the roasted posted while bottles are opened glasses are toasted
Stepped on your loafers i apologize i was probably loaded
the i-pad sold it hand me the dollars you folded
rats told it how i crushed it and rolled it
smoked it your girl throat soaked it
walls broken pop goes the trojan the panic after explosion
you cannot exploit who i'm controlling
keep trolling and loathing how i'm reloading
then loading the live you food for the hive
you can't see but can feel the mark on your mind
cold and kind kinetic hands on the nine
your obligated to grind but not on my time
cannot time what i release another infection from the yeast
slaughtering sheep by the shrine the bloody teach
need no help for the feast two fingers poppin' the piece
no blood were starving the leech burner in reach
make this a quotable sheet i climax the freaks
vocals fertilize beats heads get drum beat with dumb heat
you might see the iron but not the sheek
smarter than ya average geek i specialize in speech
to each and every pack i pumped in the streets during ghetto retreats
after i kill a cipher to the rest for a wisdom make-out discreet
how you want it? knowledge, rhymes, or dimes they can't compete
after i bust the heat lay the pillows so he can sleep

[J.T.S.]

days of old slaves of gold trapped in a cage that's cold for forsaking their souls
traitor traits in the blood of seeds so success is put on hold
i stood on roads flooded with flows true nature never told
cash n' guns never showed ill sicker than the common cold
take em so high the heights reached are unknown
some low n' some blown..cats scared to die alone
like my boy Noah who jumped off a cliff n' landed on rocks and stones
he was drunk n' stoned couldn't handle life so he took his own
my rugged look makes the crackers think I'm carrying chrome
hand me the shovel nigga i'm burying bones
of foes who phoned authorities to shook to spar with me
ain't nothing minor about the majority who sparred with me

[just_leroy]

Im at the epitomy and passed you clones a month ago
everything digital y yall stuck like analog
your 16s is old i spit 15 and like a quincera ITS A BIG BANG
i gotta tell the barber drop the clippers u cant fade me
niggas wanna bet but kid your chick just paid me
so what we gone bet 4, u feeln the rap like u wrote THR LYRICS 4 em
house hold name, justice i know what im doin
niggas was awoke now they droolin they knew when im on
and when im THEY snoozin

[J.T.S.]

He's the reactor the one to raise the bar level factor
Far smash the body opened then ran over with a tractor
who's the trailer? you don't want to cross the nailer
razors to the throats of the majors slash n' slay ya
got a lot of debts owed and small favors
unpredictable pricks slip from speed knots
One deadly sting the bee's got flee or be shot
small hole wigs rocked what he's holding goes pop
were parking to hold lots the enemy cops
express mail send em the shots reality knocks

[just_leroy]

Triple shot glocks im like blood- naw-ski
n the green hornet in my mask wavin the tooly
like you tyrna b the 1st body on it
its duck season so they blastn u cant freeze
the sun dont chill allah
pierre juet kush rolled n chocolate sundae
in a porche truck bumpn agallah like cream risin to the top
keep it movin watchn ery thing that stops
drop and fire shots with better aimin then your local city cops
foxs, nbc, abc im on all 3 this what got the block hot
calm down fall back b4 you get you head slash
arm broke skull cracked knee capped and rib smashed
break em down like a methaphor
you thought not when i said war so im asay again
after the bugle im ready for it boy

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Game gear game solid try actual factually telling me it isn't polished
interpenetrating “Rip N Raw” as another way to spit this/
wicked weapon check settling mind melding
what cha be meddling leaving those leveling/
introspective check your station frequency
entity enemy deadly when I emceeing it/
dusted blown busted mechanical crafts be baths bathed in floods
ways you wouldn't even imagine when we tangle in dog fights/
wired nights be curb stomps time thumps be bumps taken
awaken sinking into pages wages be garments we holding torches/