Freestyle Rapping

[Sou - Mvd]

Feeling that shit fur real gesus



When I am havin’ a rough day, I don’t need no hos.
All I fuckin’ need are my motha fuckin’ Nanaimo’s.
When it comes to Valentine’s day I don’t need no rose.
All I fuckin’ need are my motha fuckin’ Nanaimo’s.

Na na na Nanaimo I could eat nine of those!

I ain’t lookin’ for some “chick” that cleans and sews
All I fuckin’ need are my motha fuckin’ Nanaimo’s.
I ain’t lookin’ for a guy that wears them tuxedos
All I fuckin’ need are my motha fuckin’ Nanaimo’s

Na na na Nanaimo I could eat nine of those!

Slap any bitch that messes with my addiction
Break their face, that’s a fact not fiction
Sitting there with my homemade treat sent from the heavens above
Call me OJ Simpson – got blood on my glove
I ain’t messin’ around like a trick on the 1st of April
You’ll realize that when you go to talk and your mouth is locked up with a staple
You say that nobody could exist without the Sun
Try fuckin’ with my Nanaimo and my fuckin’ machine gun
Call me Saint Nick ‘cause I will creep down your roof during the night
Only difference is that it won’t be me that fuckin’ takes flight

Na na na Nanaimo I could eat nine of those!

So let me end this tale where the choice is on you
Fuck with my fuckin’ Nanaimo and you know what I’ll do.



Fuckin’ Nanaimo’s

http://www.lodgingnanaimo.com/images/nanaimobar.jpg

[AnteUp]

gansta....

[fonone]

lol wtf is a nanaimo...?

[bouncingsoul]

Hahaha Nanaimos, what the hell?

Had sudden inspiration in the car and had to write under dim streetlight with an old pen on the back of a Circuit City receipt

This is a confession, armies of hessians stressin'
While brain capacities lessen, ambiguous like test directions
Short-answer essay questions? Use ya own discretion
These aren't just words, it's reality
Letters and ideas manifest themselves in front of me
Elemental gaseous form like Hydrogen, can't be seen
Only expressed, and we'll express it till the sun loses it's sheen
You can't always win, sometimes it's good to be a loser
You can't always be the lucky drug-substance abuser
Now I know Lady Luck's a whore and let's anyone use her
But you gotta realize, winners aint always choosers

I'll add more later or something

[sketch3]

better retreat with speed,
take heed, dont cross the assasins creed,
we share one blood like junior reed,
got war camps traing caverly,
come at you on steeds
with the intent to make you bleed,
one line i speak has more depth
than any tale you weve,
out of halfs true and bullshit that no one believes
bitch please,everyone knows you aint movin keys,
ask the police, never had you cuffed and on your knees,
for homicide let alone weed,your from the suburbs,
city kids are a different breed
our tennagers got mouths to feed,
and our police stations got hundreds
of murders, mostly unknown faces,
and cases with no leads,
theyll commit dirty deeds,
that will prevent you to breath,
steal the family pet, put it to death,
just to see the lost dog posters nailed to a tree,

[AnteUp]

you shoulda rhymed the last part...

steal the family pet, put it to death,
lost dog posters put tha family through stress...

or sumin like that....

[sketch3]

tree and deeds kinda rhymed, ny hoo it was just a lil bordem freestyle

[toxus]

I see no use of the terms BRAP, BLAP, BLUT, ZOOP ZOOP, TINGZ, PUSSY OLE'S, BLUD, MERK, MERKAGE etc...

[AnteUp]

tree and deeds kinda rhymed, ny hoo it was just a lil bordem freestyle
gotcha, little too mcuh separation with the rhyming words, kinda like a poem, instead of a freestyle, it was good nun the less

[sketch3]

suck out,
ur wat da pussyhole ting is all about,
lick off ur head like guiness and stout,
get merked then you scream and shout,
cant beleive that many black boys just robbed ur mums house,
braap
blud im all about gettin the p's,
i draw nuff gash, i fuck a bitch with ease,
shot u sum fake mersh, bunin the peng while u got budlia leaves,
your lyrics are dry like bef jerky, say shit to hurt me denn watch me get murky,
have you sennd for the boydem,cuss i got manz that only spit flem,
get shanked in the leg in south killburn. blat blat
lool that better toxus,(only londoners will understand a word of that )

[Hidden Teknique]

aight lemme let you/check the teknique/ i pistol whip you/
like a bitch from battle creek/ i catch a burner or two/from
jaero or nasty niek/lemme blow your mind/let you take a
peek/i'm no thuggin gangsta/not playin no killa/physically
fine/but my flow illa/smart ass kid/good fuckin grades/
but my flow sick too/even nastier then you and your aids/
my shit will last foreven/shit never fades/ for phone tappin/
to all house raids/no sophisticated words i'm droppin on your ass/
but if i got too complicated/you would slip past/fall behind/
make you wanna listen again/press rewind/i don't take my time/get
right to the point/shake the media/with a quick done joint/i'm
typin off the dome/my flow hits london all the way to rome/
make you swallow the chrome/i'm a regular giant/you just a gnome/
now lemme switch gears/and completely re-frame my peers/throwin
up a handstyle up on that wall/all it takes is one call/then here comes
the sires/here comes the blues/leave you like a murder mystery/
no solution/no clues/i leave you with a scar/all i get is a bruise/so
now i'm a rap this up/i've left you lost/like a stray pup/chh-chh-check
the teknique bitches!

[sketch3]

bitch must be trippin,
sayy he aint thuggin but then brags about pisstol whipping,
mr teknique, stop talking bout battle creek, your shits weak,
or wack.so to speak,
if you took a minute to observe my enviroment,
you would see why my out looks bleack,
you got the cheeck,
to post after me without waiting a week,
and i bet you got the nerve to reply after you get served,
but im fair and this was deserved,
i stay grounded while you talk the absurd,
bull shit and dog turds,
i can cause a city block to power serge with just one word,
pluss my shits fly. like a bird,

im gunna stop, no beef just bord

[AnteUp]

afro sheek, and afro sheen,
mah style stay meeen,
or even enseen,
or insane, you otha fuckas style be lame,
you play a good game,
but rap aint a game, its a lifestyle,
brain thinkin 80 hours a mile,
or 80 miles per hour,
evil glare, an u bitches cower,
like bill cower, i tackle punks,
leave ya head fucked up wit a shunt...

ehhhh... watever...

[Mr Tasty]

hah i was outside and i started freestylin to myself

im outside..smoking a ciggerete
just got my retainers already im sick of them
im so sick of them..hands in my mouth always pickin at them
thinkin of when i had no metal in my teeth
but i gota settle even if its fuckin my steez
mouth full of metal makin me more metal head
but lookin like this i feel like id be better of dead
but not better of when i had those fucked up placements
90 degree teeth in the wrong way ...my teeth was crazy

whack..but i dont freestyle

[bouncingsoul]

I'll kill you with words, no blades, no slugs, it's euthanasia
Making your mind spin around so fast, crazy colors, like Fantasia
Marking purple flame, the game, running Blazers
And tazers go wild as the faders cry tired, still behead you like Maynard
I'm the quintessence of fear, modern day Blackbeard
A quick glance due your direction, you're broke into tears
You're just a pussy pirate, your style rate is under the floor boards
Chilling with the earthworms and night crawlers, but the Earth stores more
Skulls of warriors past, innocent stories last
But the gory past is torn aghast, preserved for display in a plaster cast
Clean cut, they don't talk about the down dirty conditions
All we read in history books are opinionated renditions
And I'll write a chapter, fuck McDougal Littel
Entitled after me, so sacred I'll have infidels
Starting the new Crusades in my name,
Holding up this chapter, one for the hall of fame
The ball and chain shatters the platter, beat batters
And mad hatters, stand up for all that matters
I'm a real athlete, I'll be working out my brain while you get fatter
I'll be the only one rising up while you sleep in tatters

[sketch3]

aight/lemme get this outta the way/
yo sketch/do you understand what i say/
pistol whip you/from battle creek/that's some
halo shit/good game/no geek/i figure/i'll drop
a line or two on you/you say that i talk
the absurd/when i just talk about/all the
shit that i've heard/then you rhyme about me/
homie you got that nerve/you punkin out/like the
kid from you got served/and i don't know/not really
playin no beef/though i got you froze/like the ice
on a reef/you readin this now/grinnin your teeth/
i could boil your raps/then wrap em in a sweater/
put you in the dessert/my shit would still be hotter/
and oh so much better/your rhymes/they emotionally
scarred/i got you dumbfounded/like a retard/so
playa/watch yourself when you rhyme about me/
i got homies that'll leave you in the street/i don't
really give a shit/fuck the world/my brothers will
hurt you/i'll just fuck your girl/

nice comeback holmes, just doin some shit, foolin around, no beef, good raps


you got homies that will leve me in the street,
but the streets are were i dwell,
i go thru this hell,
daily, aint no one gunna save me,
except maby, a commet named haily,
struggling and striving to get out of the ends,
like that phyco girl from the ring traped in a well,
with no way to escape, but i guese its my fate,

fuck it im too ill, i'll respond properly when i can actually breath

[fonone]

what im hearing is obseen...over the internet actin like a gangster, in real life so pristine...with rhymes thatll bore like jammed alphabetical machine,chokin, gettin your letters mixed thats part of my scheme as i leave you dumbfounded, astounded, thinkin "wow hes a 9.9/10" yet your so threatend to 10 you rounded...its the way you sounded that got me thinkin you were illegitemet literally illiterate, and now you know why when to other mc's im reffered they get so disturbed, they know in a battle im the preferd...to think of beating me how... absurd, your burried like a worm im flying like a bird, even if you prewrite your shit, a cauldron already stirred, just know 1 thing youll never be preperrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd..........:p

[Clowney-Cakes]

yeahhhh/hidden teknique your a joke/ you say you freestyle?/ what you doing snorten coke?/ cuz have seen you lil black book, with all thos "rhymes"/ your nothing but a fake ass mime/ you a dead man walking/ why dont you just go get a life/ cuz if i see you, youll feel my knife/ cuz you say well anger you you?/ but im not scared of you, in fact ill piss you off and see what you do/ im sure youll back down, and hand over you fake ass crown/ so ill leave you with that/ i wouldent respond man, cuz you know i DO own a gat.....

[ODonthesetrees]

halo 3, came out the 25th
dont have a 360, gotta get with
goin to my boys to paly the game
shits soo bomb my eyes are in pain
kept them open too long without a blink
now they dried up like your mommas pink
old wrinkly ass pussy is what i mean
when i say your mommas got a mean ol' gleam
haha hahe whats the deal
bored as hell waiting to be real
sitting down waiting for my phone to ring
so i can go out to dinner and get fucked up and sing
outback steakhouse i want to be
tonights the night, of security
peace im done, but honestly halo 3 is bomb as all things said and forgotten

[G-Fat]

cod4 for lyfe... halos pew pewp pew lazers....fuck that
i say that cause i'm not into space games...

[ODonthesetrees]

well..this is basically a human game, youre a spartan...which is liek a human in a suit, and you shoot american weapons(not of mass destruction unfortunately)

they should make a game where you jsut nuke shit

[Clowney-Cakes]

MR Clown/c'mon man/you know i don't snort/and yeah i
keep down some rhymes/but on this/i shoot off the dome/
and yeah you got a gat/but you know that shit ain't chrome/
and a fake ass mime?/well if i was then how would i rhyme/
because a mime/does not talk/you try battlin me/i'll be seein
you walk/and think i'm a pick you up tomorrow?/hahahahah
shit ain't flyin/so don't call my crib/cryin.../and i don't wear
a fake ass crown/nor do i act like i run our small town/
and lemme see/feel your knife/like the lead in your leg/hahah
you know what i mean right/so c'mon you silly lil clown/
come at me dogg/and i'll leave you down in the pound/
so bring it back/you funny lil man/if you re-post/
your reeal shit will hit the fan.....check it

ok here i go, im so scared/ oh no man, shit might hit the fan/ like i said yous a joke/ why dont you go choke, on some more dick/ im sick of your gay lil ways/ and im sick of you threts/ so fine, ill walk to school, i rather not but its all cool/ and ill slash the tires of your 92 subaru, then ill laugh and jiz on the windo/ cuz i know im the king of "our small town", im the most up, and your the most down/ my rhymes my be short, but the bring the pain/ take it in anom, and let it rap around your brain/ so lets see what you got to say back/ im better then you, amd that just that.

[fonone]

teknique... so your better than me i see well my aresnals been directed, erected your about to be corrected, about to taste the rhymes of an artist so perfected, even though "you have a gat" youll never be protected,
so your homies will leave me in the street :rolleyes: , to let my strength deplete :confused: to let me feel defeat :confused: , well ive got two words for you buried and concrete... i dont play with gangster games, i dont proclaim to be runnin with "the game" i just get in peoples minds and corrupt them like propane....
to bad ill have to finish short cause ive got to go show some more mc's how to flow...well no ya know im goin to smack those ho's, no ive just seriously got to go....i might come back and finish it later.

[fonone]

hahah/better than me?/you know you the joke/
you sayin dumb shit like you were high/but i know
you don't smoke/and you know i got the illest
stroke/i'm down for whatever/i mean c'mon man
all your rhymes are illeterate/i mean, type shit right/
i understand that even if you did/your rhymes still
wouldn't be tight/your whole raps are ludacris/
absolutely absurd/i'm droppin my shit on you/
just like a bird/you remind me of a worm in the dirt/
i'll stomp your ass/and leave you down hurt/so c'mon
playa/with all your whimsical rhymes/if you tried to rap
aloud/popo would be given you fines/not for disturbing
the peace/for hurting the streets/i'd rather be deaf/
than listen to your shit/plus i could understand it better/
if you weren't so sick/and if you took out that dick/that
be restin in your mouth/you skin flute playa/like chompin
on pole/goin down south

hahahah,your shit is funny homie

oi wtf is this, half of his shit was copied off me....sad :rolleyes:

[Sumoe]

edit.

[Sumoe]

hahah/better than me?/you know you the joke/
you sayin dumb shit like you were high/but i know
you don't smoke/and you know i got the illest
stroke/i'm down for whatever/i mean c'mon man
all your rhymes are illeterate/i mean, type shit right/
i understand that even if you did/your rhymes still
wouldn't be tight/your whole raps are ludacris/
absolutely absurd/i'm droppin my shit on you/
just like a bird/you remind me of a worm in the dirt/
i'll stomp your ass/and leave you down hurt/so c'mon
playa/with all your whimsical rhymes/if you tried to rap
aloud/popo would be given you fines/not for disturbing
the peace/for hurting the streets/i'd rather be deaf/
than listen to your shit/plus i could understand it better/
if you weren't so sick/and if you took out that dick/that
be restin in your mouth/you skin flute playa/like chompin
on pole/goin down south

hahahah,your shit is funny homie

Stop calling others illiterate if you can't spell words correctly/
It's not "illeterate" or "ludacris", go ahead, use the dictionary to check me/
You're thinking damn, I thought I was smart, I have to be right, though/
"No, man, I knew how they were spelled, it must have just been a typo"/
Well, let's see, the "I" and "E" aren't close together whatsoever/
So, please, learn to spell before you use words you don't understand trying to sound clever/

Ha, just some whack bullshit, but true. Just trying to prove a point.

[Clowney-Cakes]

ok anom this will be the last one/ and dont worrie man, im bring the big guns/ you use words you dont understand/ and you just plan suck/ and like i said before your just a Online mime/ cuz i know you sant spit in real life and real time/and that where it matters/ were as my rhymes will make you clatter/ cuz im real, and yous fake/ just like when we paint/ some one comes, i run you shake/ so ima leave you with that/ im out of lines/ and hahahaha i donno im done!!! you win buddy

[§KrEapIn§]

not bad either of u

u guys got some good vocab ulary......pc

[Clowney-Cakes]

ok anom ill finish ya/ i can under stand how tired you must get sucking all that cock/ and yes i cant spell/ so what?/ im give you the hardest punch to the gut/ youll be like "what the FUCK"/ so im sick of you thinkinh you the best/ but your no better then the rest/ and its time you grew some balls/ and stop taking all thos falls/ fight back and make some sence/ so, when you start taking bout real shit, ill give you props/ till then ill be taggen over your shit with my mops/ and anom, you do talk trash/ and pretty soon youll be in a mash/ youll have to fight and im sure youll back down/ but till then, EVERYONE TURN THE FROWN UPSIDE DOWN!!!!

[ODonthesetrees]

i heard this shit was on fire so i had to stop by,
i know y'all were waiting cause im soo damn fly...
well my throat is itching like a dog with fleas
gotta get some medicine and go to sleep
take a shower, maybe take a shit
plan out my night, maybe even get lit...
well now ill step back and due my duties
let you people rap, oh ya and clowney's got cooties :D

[MainEvent]

the return of the king, Main's the master of soluble sounds
shits terrible, so imma jump in and start destroying you clowns
anom's half retarded, "ma'am you might wanna fuckin test your kid"
dont front fam, you dont have any technique to be hid
man, you've been spittin about gats and i know you dont have one
but we all know you got 9 millimeters, not talking about fuckin guns
NH kids dont know pushers from slums, so imma heat it up like summer
man i know dudes who push that "H too", and im not dealing with hummers
haha coming with some played shit but moving onto the next
clownly cakes doesnt even deserve bars from my tumultuous text

brb dinner. be back to finish shit in a minute

[MainEvent]

haha coming with some played shit but moving onto the next
clownly cakes doesnt even deserve bars from my tumultuous text
back to finish this shit, staying professional with spitting lines
what confuses me is how you call that rap when half of your bars dont rhyme
"turn that frown upside down?" haha faggotry caught in the act
the only reason they're frowning is cause they heard one of ya raps
and ODon, come on dawg, haven't we done this 20 times before?
and havent i ripped you a new asshole everytime like black cocks in cambodian whores?
the homicidal Jackson Pollak of this shit, canvas covered in red
cause its pretty clear to see you're the worst dudes to ever spit in the thread
clowny cakes? to come up with something that gay, you had to be been on PCP
ciphers closed, time to peace, kanye west live on BET

[Clowney-Cakes]

you two think you cool/dissing on the clown/ but are you two gay?/ you guys gonna have some lubed up sex in the hay/ what ever/ ill come back with some sicker shit/ some shit you you wish you would have throught of/ my rhymes fit you like a glove/ to bad the maineevent was the bearded lady/ and the techquene, othhh anom if you olny you knew/ i know i got 10 time more steez then you/ and im sick of you thinking you the best/ ill destory you in anything/ just test me, ill pove it/ hahahahahah i giv uppp
im done

[MainEvent]

main main, ya dont stop
to all the bitch n1ggas in the house, ya cant stop
one two and ya dont quit
elka one is fuckin wack, you cant spit
word is bond and i run shit
mainone rockin yall, and i killed it

[fonone]

haha i cbf reading half of tekniques shit i get bored after the first line.

[Clowney-Cakes]

yo yall/ its your boy, elakone/ and im here to say, maineone, your done/ yous a pussy ass n1gga and im sick of the disses/ but dont worrie man, your raps awalys misses/ sure you better then me at this rapping shit / but hey you been doing this yous was knee high to me/ but i dont mind you been saying that shit/ anom tells me you have an over growen clit/ if so...well....ewwwwwww/ to bad i milked your girl till she said moo.



i love ya buddy!!

[HoodRichSucka]

u guys are pretty dope acualy. hitten technike- u an immortal technique fan?
hes such a good lyricist

[Clowney-Cakes]

tick, tock, this is how we rock, throw your hands in the air if you hate ALL cops, yeah/ tick tock, ya know it be true, cops will find any reason to start beating on you/ but thats gonna stop right here/ im kick some ass and not spill one drop of beer/ tick tock, i hate them fags, thing ther over us cuz if some gay badge......

[Sumoe]

My vocabulary has most of you frozen and shook/
You don't understand what I say, because you've never opened a book/
My brain contains verses unattainable by fools/
You simply rhyme words with curses, I use poetic tools/
To smash your mind with, your third eye is blind, bitch/
Your shit is still whack, even with a retarded rhyme kit/
You're fake, like an actor, who belongs on a movie set/
Proving your arrogance is like proving the ocean is wet/
I'll use a cleaver to sever your head from your dead corpse/
After a kill you, I'll dump you in your mother's red Porsche/
So that when she opens the car door, about to drive to her job/
She'll see you lifeless, sitting shotgun, with your life I just robbed/

LOLzers...

Some whack shit, not exactly pointed at anyone directly, was just bored.

[Sumoe]

I murdered a cat, left him purple and black/
You belong in the circus because you're purposely whack/
You're grimy, in fact/
You got herpes and smoke crack/
I don't want an STD so get off of my sack/
I verbally attack, anyone on my back/
You're gonna need life insurance, motherfucker, Aflac.

[Clowney-Cakes]

i throught you were good at this ish, and im finding that not to be true/ come on man, im sick of rapping bout you/ but here it goes, im at it again/ im sure this one will dope, ill improve it by 10/ you say forget the teknique? man you never had it/ its hidden in a secret place waiting for someone like you to find it/ cuz till then, yous just plan suck, you get going, then yous get stcuk in a rut/ and that no diss, i speek the truth/ till you learn that, youll never enter the booth/ where as im sitting here with out a care, yous be at home pulling out your hair/ cuz you know me man, i dont lie, i dont be fronten/ now you know what i mean, tske it in man, and let your brain bleed/ cuz what i just said, you should put that to memory/ cuz next time you spit fam, i might not be so friendly-yours truly MR. Clowney

[gotdank?]

really dont give a fuck
know im goin to hell
push you into a woodchipper
and tell the cops you fell
so you can forget the cell
cuz i aint never goin in it
imma spit it
till i win it
heres the mic and the cord
strangle your self with it bitch
garentee imma clap atcha
blast atcha leave this
whole place a massacre and
leave you in fragments
see imma attack with
that contrapment
you saw on the movie saw
where dude tried to
split her jaw
from her cap with
reality and not
a trip on acid
im that shit
im the fix
im harder than crack
more raw than coke
kill you like a bad bag
of dope
so i will give a numb throat
i continue to smoke
the W. double E. D.
never get less than quantity
get my money back
so i can smoke for free
so what you know bout me
just wrecked the mic
for all yall to read
to all you internet g's
none of these
punchlines are beef
but i can flip
the script quick
so dont fuck with me
kapeesh

[AnteUp]

got dank? i make u smoke a shank
by shovin it in ya throat,
tryna choke? you cant witout ya adams apple,
dun wit snapple, time ta drink acid,
cuz thas wat mah raps is,
bad for ya health,
like me takin a bat ta yaself,
i move stealth, like a ninja,
but im a warrior, solja,
cold as tha winta,
but hot as tha summer,
imagin, makes ya wonda?

[MainEvent]

My brain contains verses unattainable by fools/
You simply rhyme words with curses, I use poetic tools/
To smash your mind with, your third eye is blind, bitch/
Your shit is still whack, even with a retarded rhyme kit/

lol yes sumoe. bringing that truth back into the thread. big ups.

and no sir, hip hop does not live in the south. southern rap makes me wanna shove a sharp pencil through the roof of my mouth, excluding outkast, geto boys, and soulja boy... (this kids a motherfucking prodigy, listen to Pimp Smack Dat Hoe, you'll understand.)

[Clowney-Cakes]

not bad man but here i come, and anom, i throught you were dumb/ but that was good up there/ but know what i did to his girl, haha i put a load of cum in her hair/ yeah its true, im not even lien, when i stuck it in, there was no crying/ in fact it was just the opsit, she wanted more and more. and when i said no, she looked at me and and said "you think im a whore?"/ i said yes, and told her to get up and out/ then i ate some sourcrout.......true storyy

[gotdank?]

fuck you anteup
you a bitch
and a jail slut
get your lips swolen shut
chest buttoned up
talking all that shit
for no reason
well then lets get to beefin
lyrics tear through you
like a 4-5
leave you there bleedin
no your fuckin place
cuz your rhymes aint shit
when i get on the mic
its the appocolypse bitch
bet you didnt think that
i would strike back
imma smack ya so hard
your bitch's ass will feel that slap
and i didnt even
wanna battle
but now i gotta leave you
in a river
and you aint gunna need a paddle
with a note in your throat
instead of your adams apple

[bouncingsoul]

The verse, the words, the energy, the burns
It's hotter than hell in here, it hurts
There aint no perks for you, fuck, materialistic
Say "Creation is the reward" and you go fucking ballistic
Fertilizing fawning bitches, you foam at the mouth
But I aint doing any favors, your question is my doubt
I'm not afraid to say shit like "I don't know"
My most used phrase, getting annoying, without flow
Monotonous and got to bust, the rust is building and filling
The bus, wheels turn but Earth just floats careless
Oblivious to man-made craters and nuclear fallout papers
Masked capers escape through vapors while we stand watching the air
It takes a whole fucking minute to realize nothing's there
Moving the masses, I'll break equilibrium
Boring days cradle the past, the living sum
Is me and you and everyone around, the sound
Is universal, concrete found footholes in the graves of fallen soldiers
We walk warm storms and crumble, rumble smolders
You talk about our vision like it's outta focus
But you're mistaking clear with blurry, you've never seen the most, it's
Beyond your experience, transcend the bends and curves
Of well-worn roads, safe and boring, droning sounds the verb
But I'm off-road, I'll MAKE my own road signs for no one to follow
My path is my own, to you it's just hollow
Find your own, stop biting these prosperous fools
Compromise childish curiosity, your description, a tool

Not great

[Hidden Teknique]

will someone please, enlighten my soul
all these wack ass rhymes have taken it's tole
i feel burning in my drums, make my ears bleed
as some others cats shit, plants a seed
to inspire my mind, and let my rhymes be free
with a tounge, that will cut deeper than a dagger
i leave you lookin, like you were hit by a disaster
some of you act like you be the best, it's a lie
so i'm not gonna stress, you know deep down
all your shit is wack, i got you confused like you've just done crack
so i'm thinkin it's time to try and inspire a man

[whahappen?]

will someone please, enlighten my soul
all these wack ass rhymes have taken it's tole
i feel burning in my drums, make my ears bleed
as some others cats shit, plants a seed
to inspire my mind, and let my rhymes be free
with a tounge, that will cut deeper than a dagger
i leave you lookin, like you were hit by a disaster
some of you act like you be the best, it's a lie
so i'm not gonna stress, you know deep down
all your shit is wack, i got you confused like you've just done crack
so i'm thinkin it's time to try and inspire a man

lol wut?

[Clowney-Cakes]

whahappen yous such a fool/ what happened to you, why you act like such a tool?/ if you cant understand my boy then, wow man/ thats sad fam ill tell you that, you should go buy a gat and BLAMM, blow your own head off,cuz that right there is an easy rap, even i understood it aand i smoke crack/ but its all good, and i could care less, just make sure you pick up this mess/ cuz today i just owned you/ and you blown apart, oops i just let out a fart/ so dont even start trying to fight back, cuz all your hear is clickity clack, and "im a big mack!!"




ps i dont smoke crack!

[AnteUp]

and no sir, hip hop does not live in the south. southern rap makes me wanna shove a sharp pencil through the roof of my mouth, excluding outkast, geto boys, and soulja boy... (this kids a motherfucking prodigy, listen to Pimp Smack Dat Hoe, you'll understand.)

you dumb fuck talkin bout solja boi as rap,
talkin bout crank that crank that an crank it back,
its a dance song dumfuck, so dont start no shit,
souf dont own rap, wat about ludacris,
or ugk, i aint herd maine rap son, ya gay,
im tired of these stupid bitches sayin tight shit is gay,
big ups to d4l and solja boi, cuz thay got into tha rap game,
wit out a rap game, sounds strange, even puttin them an tha legends in tha same thang, so get tha fuck out, you struck out, sit on tha bench,
u dunn like mob tha lynch or lynch mob...

get tha FUCK outta here sayin solja boi is rap, dumb bitch...

to dank,
dear dank, you anotha dumb fuck,
shirt buttoned up? how bout i make YOU get STICHED up?
huh? wat u think bout that, anyone see u in tha street you bout ta get smaked, im addicted, to crack, get ya girl in tha back, now whos tha mak?
4-5? thas played out, jus like "lukk at tha venom i spray out"
jus stay out, of tha rap game, talkin bout tha apocolypse, well im tha beginnin BITCH, stupid shit, neva need a paddle, ta get ya bitch ta ride this saddle,
take u on a trip to seattle, so they wont kno who killed you,
an spilled you an ya blood, you a coke witout suds,
face down in tha mud, but buried to ya neck,
let tha animals get you,
listen to tha mode i flip to,
pistol whip you? nah jus nick you,
straight across tha throat,
is it a murder he wrote?
nah, i did it...

FUCK ALL THA HATAS, GET THA FUCK OUT, SOUF DONT OWN RAP?
ugk, lil flip, chammilionair, lil wayne, ludacris, rickyross, snowman...need more proof?

[Clowney-Cakes]

anteup you dumbass fuck
me and anom will hit you worse then a snow plow truck
you call out the fam, mainone would murder you
so in return we'll call you out to
we know we can be true, but what about you?
can you back up half the shit you say you do
yeah you say hip hop is alive in the south
but when you spit we don't understand the words from your mouth
you talk a whole bunch of nonsense, and things you don't know
but when we read your shit it just doesn't flow
why don't you accept defeat, back down in retreat
two men, 10 lines, murdering a word at a time
rhyme again your life will be denied

smile

[Small Time Crook]

Dun dun da da! here comes Small Time to Ante's defense
no offense, cuz two on one don't make sense
Gotdank says his shits apocalyptic well I say hardly
him and his boy so herb, we refer to them as parsley
rappin' about this and that and how bad they bein'
here ya go bruddah,the Dummies Guide to MC'in
Step 1, don't speak thug on the net, you aint no kinda G
so bitch please, get off these and let real *****s be
and ClowneyCakes what was that? you drive a snow plow?
Well okay Homer Simpson, I guess you in the know-how
Checkit, I graced both ya names like I was the bible
Sittin' in a stupor like "dat ***** Small Time, he's my idol!"

[gotdank?]

anteup
i gotta agree with cakes
you a disgrace
your style worse than
a whack ass mixtape
that got overplayed
and small time
i wasnt tryin to be thug
i just wrote some rhymes
and anteup
decided to bust
at me for no reason
i dont even know why
clowneycakes and anteup started beefin
i dont even know why
me and anteup started beefin
i dont even know these men
so yall let me be man
these rhymes are bullshit
everybody calm down
and get their panties out the twist
small time talking bout letting yall be
then tell anteups punk ass to stop
comin at me
sideways and shit
cuz i never sed shit
directed to that
punk ass bitch

oh yah anteup.. chest buttoned up means stapled up.. learn metaphors

[AnteUp]

ehh... im on the abortion list

[moze.2]

that didnt flow. at all. i had to read it like 7 ttimes to find anything that rhymed. and why are you rhyming words, with the word you used the line before it. pathetic. your SHiT iS WEAK! im putting you on the abortion list.

[AnteUp]

ehh okay, i dont rap, like i sed, over and over and...

[MainEvent]

you dumb fuck talkin bout solja boi as rap,
talkin bout crank that crank that an crank it back,
its a dance song dumfuck, so dont start no shit,
souf dont own rap, wat about ludacris,
or ugk, i aint herd maine rap son, ya gay,
im tired of these stupid bitches sayin tight shit is gay,
big ups to d4l and solja boi, cuz thay got into tha rap game,
wit out a rap game, sounds strange, even puttin them an tha legends in tha same thang, so get tha fuck out, you struck out, sit on tha bench,
u dunn like mob tha lynch or lynch mob...

get tha FUCK outta here sayin solja boi is rap, dumb bitch...

FUCK ALL THA HATAS, GET THA FUCK OUT, SOUF DONT OWN RAP?
ugk, lil flip, chammilionair, lil wayne, ludacris, rickyross, snowman...need more proof?
alright, first off, you're fucking retarded for thinking that anyone would believe Soulja Boy is an MC because i was clearly being sarcastic. UGK is ehh, Lil Flip is ass, Cham is ok, Weezy is ridiculously inconsistent nice sometimes and completely awful others, Luda is above average, rick ross is ass, jeezy is ass, d4l is the epitome of disgusting rap, and soulja boy is like 15 years old making songs called Pimp Smack dat Hoe with a dance that goes with it, shits fuckin self evident. so yes, i would like more proof.

[moze.2]

Im so fucking sick of no talent 14 year old rappers who dont rap. they just say a 4 line verse over and over and over. its amazes me how low we have sunk when it comes to hip-hop and rap. i miss classic chill beats that have fire verses to it. not this half techno- half beat shitty rap

[C-money fresh!]

My brain contains verses unattainable by fools/
You simply rhyme words with curses, I use poetic tools/
To smash your mind with, your third eye is blind, bitch/
Your shit is still whack, even with a retarded rhyme kit/

lol yes sumoe. bringing that truth back into the thread. big ups.

and no sir, hip hop does not live in the south. southern rap makes me wanna shove a sharp pencil through the roof of my mouth, excluding outkast, geto boys, and soulja boy... (this kids a motherfucking prodigy, listen to Pimp Smack Dat Hoe, you'll understand.)


soulja boy sucks
weather you like it or not

you dont know much about rap do you?

[MainEvent]

soulja boy sucks
weather you like it or not

you dont know much about rap do you?

alright, first off, you're fucking retarded for thinking that anyone would believe Soulja Boy is an MC because i was clearly being sarcastic. UGK is ehh, Lil Flip is ass, Cham is ok, Weezy is ridiculously inconsistent nice sometimes and completely awful others, Luda is above average, rick ross is ass, jeezy is ass, d4l is the epitome of disgusting rap, and soulja boy is like 15 years old making songs called Pimp Smack dat Hoe with a dance that goes with it, shits fuckin self evident. so yes, i would like more proof.

you dont know much about reading, do you?

[Hidden Teknique]

late at night, trying to get up my name
doing this shit for myself, not to get fame
runnin through allies, runnin through streets,
moving quick just to avoid the police,
might as well call me a midnight vandal,
shit gets more complex, something you can't handle
burn you worse then the flame from a candle,
6 cans, two markers sitting on the mantle,
from the adrenaline to the suspense,
shit gets heavy and pretty intense,
just to escape hoppin a 8 foot fence,
heart beating so fast, pretty hard to think,
chances of escaping, are starting to shrink,
mind is racing, blood is flowing,
taking dives into woods, not really knowing,
where i'll end up next, the po-po's number one suspect
so i drop my paint, and take cover so quick
the only thing i hear is the siren click
now that i've made it out safe, now it's time
to look for my next victim, my next place

[moze.2]

my ending to your rap^^^

late at night, trying to get up my name
doing this shit for myself, not to get fame
runnin through allies, runnin through streets,
moving quick just to avoid the police,
might as well call me a midnight vandal,
shit gets more complex, something you can't handle
burn you worse then the flame from a candle,
6 cans, two markers sitting on the mantle,
from the adrenaline to the suspense,
shit gets heavy and pretty intense,
just to escape hoppin a 8 foot fence,
heart beating so fast, pretty hard to think,
chances of escaping, are starting to shrink,
mind is racing, blood is flowing,
taking dives into woods, not really knowing,
where i'll end up next, the po-po's number one suspect
so i drop my paint, and take cover so quick
the only thing i hear is the siren and click
"Come out with your hand in the air" says the cop
i take one step out and tell me to stop.
i freeze in my tracks, and i know that im safe.
cause i ditched my backpack, hiding my paint.
but i stumble and slip, making a fatal mistake
the cop draws his gun and doesnt hesistate
five shots ring out and i stare at the sky
everything in warm, lying on my back as i die.
i hear the cop curse and swear on his little radio
hes says" stay with me son, its not your time to go"
he calls for the meds but the voices begining fade
i lose what he said, i deaths dark hindering shade
it wasnt supposed to end tonight,
i was just doing a piece
but this a day in the life of a graffiti ar-teest

[MainEvent]

life of a graf artist, no question that mains the best
putting up lebron james numbers while you flop like Ron Artest
speaking on tech's next place, making you cats hide in disgrace
always utilizing my oral skills like bitches reaching 3rd base
lyrics PCP laced, inducing out of body experiences
spittin in the BS cipher, always keepin up appearances
got kids bitching about Souljah Boy being a real MC
i'll fuckin rupture your Eardrums like smashing your new Talib CD
shits clear to see your under pressure by the Main man
push your head into your torso, watch fluids fly out ya mouth like a Rusto can
goddamn, did he say what i think he just said?
best believe, ya boy is doper than fuckin mexican meds
coming off the top of the head with illmaculate keystyles
got little kids putting my rhymes in they AIM profiles
mains that wild lyricist, spittin piff, verbally killin this
loquacious heads regularly getting crossed off my To Murk list
disciple of the flatbush fist, fuckin with Main can get tricky
dont even try, you know all my posts get 5 starred and stickied
a perfectionist and mad picky, but ya know ya boy is real ill
get flowing and start decapitating dudes like that bitch from Kill Bill
volumes one and two, coming with that lyrical kung fu all day long
kickin freestyle songs, poems rival the contents of the Koran

[fonone]

hmm no wonder im bored,
too many kids, so factually flawed, attempting to reap the rewards from striking the correct chord, not realising their being ignored while i grab attention like nails to a chalk-board,
all over the world my rhymes are implored, adored,
im known as the rhyming landlord,
leasing, policing, controlling the mic,
like the jews were controlled by the third reich
theres no prevention as i grab attention, ive got politicians as my soldiers, youve got bums on the pention, i won i coulda told ya...

[HoodRichSucka]

I murdered a cat, left him purple and black/
You belong in the circus because you're purposely whack/
You're grimy, in fact/
You got herpes and smoke crack/
I don't want an STD so get off of my sack/
I verbally attack, anyone on my back/
You're gonna need life insurance, motherfucker, Aflac.

SICK!

[AnteUp]

soulja boy sucks
weather you like it or not

you dont know much about rap do you?

preach, mainevent i you SAY ur usin sarcasm, state ur sacasm fool, cuz it makes you lukk like a dumbass sayin soulja boi is tight, and i didnt say i liked d4l, i sed props to them for makin it into the rap game, without a rap game

[MainEvent]

and no sir, hip hop does not live in the south. southern rap makes me wanna shove a sharp pencil through the roof of my mouth, excluding outkast, geto boys, and soulja boy... (this kids a motherfucking prodigy, listen to Pimp Smack Dat Hoe, you'll understand.)
alright just to put an end to this bullshit, notice the ... after soulja boy. notice the use of "motherfucking" instead of my usual vernacular "muthafuckin." if you actually listen to the song Pimp Smack Dat Hoe, you'll understand that he arguably the worst artist to ever record in the hip hop genre, and lastly, if you look at my last.fm, http://www.last.fm/user/MainEvent245/, you'll see that Souljah Boy doesn't appear once, and my taste in music is the more distant from Souljah Boy possible.

[Sumoe]

you dumb fuck talkin bout solja boi as rap,
talkin bout crank that crank that an crank it back,
its a dance song dumfuck, so dont start no shit,
souf dont own rap, wat about ludacris,
or ugk, i aint herd maine rap son, ya gay,
im tired of these stupid bitches sayin tight shit is gay,
big ups to d4l and solja boi, cuz thay got into tha rap game,
wit out a rap game, sounds strange, even puttin them an tha legends in tha same thang, so get tha fuck out, you struck out, sit on tha bench,
u dunn like mob tha lynch or lynch mob...

get tha FUCK outta here sayin solja boi is rap, dumb bitch...

to dank,
dear dank, you anotha dumb fuck,
shirt buttoned up? how bout i make YOU get STICHED up?
huh? wat u think bout that, anyone see u in tha street you bout ta get smaked, im addicted, to crack, get ya girl in tha back, now whos tha mak?
4-5? thas played out, jus like "lukk at tha venom i spray out"
jus stay out, of tha rap game, talkin bout tha apocolypse, well im tha beginnin BITCH, stupid shit, neva need a paddle, ta get ya bitch ta ride this saddle,
take u on a trip to seattle, so they wont kno who killed you,
an spilled you an ya blood, you a coke witout suds,
face down in tha mud, but buried to ya neck,
let tha animals get you,
listen to tha mode i flip to,
pistol whip you? nah jus nick you,
straight across tha throat,
is it a murder he wrote?
nah, i did it...

FUCK ALL THA HATAS, GET THA FUCK OUT, SOUF DONT OWN RAP?
ugk, lil flip, chammilionair, lil wayne, ludacris, rickyross, snowman...need more proof?

Alright, the people you just named, are not great examples of southern Hip-Hop. Check the CunninLynguists, they're on some real shit.

I'm sure there are some nice emcees in the south. But the ones you named are not the best examples of southern Hip-Hop. Maybe the best of commercial southern Hip-Hop, though.

[sketch3]

word, geto boys and scar face had it on lock, so did outkast back in the day..



im prone to spit sick shit off the top of the dome,
if im with you, or alone,
call u up and rhyme at u on my celluler phone,
im shocked at the fact i still aint blown,
if it dont happen soon im gunna explode,
like a hand granade when u throw em,
stop lil kids from growing, pull out ur ribs and show em yhe bone,
then smoke a fat kone, get stoned and go home,
munchies made me empty thefridge,
hunger no singh of slowing

dont rhyme when uv been drinking kids

[gotdank?]

what about z-ro and trae? or 50/50 lil twin? they from houston.. z-ro is original s.u.c. and id have to say he can spit some shit

comin off the dome
what to say this time
i speak for everybody
im sick of lil kids
with whack ass punchlines
but over this
i cant get to stress
take a break
get some dank up in my chest
come back
put the subject to rest
cuz lame ass bitchs make
me wanna see death
more or less
i need some relief
wether it be a paintcan
or a couple loose leaf sheets
im a graffiti arteest
plus i can rap
and im whiter than teeth

[MainEvent]

never heard of either. theres some nice underground muthafuckas like little brother, strange fruit project, and CunninLynguists like sumoe said, but those handful of dudes in the south that actually rock shit doesnt constitute "Hip Hop Aint Dead... It Lives in the South" because thats referring to the commercial success of those faggots like Rick Ross, D4L, Lil Jon, Young Jeezy, Nelly, Huey, Young Joc, DJ Unk, Souljah Boy, Plies, etc who are all ass, but have gotten tremendous commercial and mainstream success. so stop debating this, because you can't win.

[HoodRichSucka]

( i never EVER rap, thought i'd try haha. be easy on me)

im intact but lack the skills to rack caps
my shit aint wack bitch i spit facts
im white and i write and from that im not polite
but my beats so cold you get serious frostbite
im calm when i bomb i spray straight napalm
like the psalm from the bible, not fucking islam
i never write and by that i mean rap
but when it comes to bombing im harder then the dealers in the trap...IDK

so weak but i tryed...

haha

[HoodRichSucka]

technique is unique and his shit flows
i reek more then a bitch who gets paid for blows
i never rap or spit shit lines out
just type it on the board but never say it aloud
but i like poetry and telling the truth
so if u fuck with me ill give u the noose
but i aint really that mean but wanna expose
that i will try to spit better then 8mile hoes..

i dunno..haha

[HoodRichSucka]

someone once said they cant be beat
someone once said thier the best on the street
someone once said they got the best skill known
but i say im the best, becuase i hold the throne

i was tryin to think of a sick chorus.. but its wack

[Clowney-Cakes]

come on man
why you be trying to be fly
im from the 603, live free or die!
but for real
you need to step your game up
and yes i know, yous a new born pup
but with raps like that, youll be eaten like a meal
and with SHIT like that, i dont know what to feel
oh man, we know you tryed
but the thing is
you just DIED



hahaha man im just toying with ya

[Clowney-Cakes]

finaly, some truth
and i have said it before and ill say it again
get outa booth!
cuz yous a bitch ass pussy
and yous a snitch
what now
BITCH
tell me i have not flow again
youll see what i do
ill be sure to kill you
not with my fists, but with my lyrical steez
man, you dont even know
im a drop you down and bring you to your knees
then well see who doesnt have flow
yous a fagle ass cholo
N!GGA

[HoodRichSucka]

Clowney,
i understand that you are from the six o three
but does that mean ur automatically better then me?
you need to take your time, no need to hurry
it seemed u judged too quick like OJs jury.
i write subconsciously like socrates' philosophy
and know more words then new born prophecy.
all in all this shit is fun and supposed to be a difficult
now its ur turn, lets see who you insult..

..i tryed...hahah wack..

[HoodRichSucka]

it seems as tho ur basis is rhyme
and you dont really stop to take your time
you think i dont have steez and im not good
whose says that word, oh wait, u aint hood
you must be some rich kid, stuck up and prep
filthy, grimey as bitch, ur givin me strep.
i know i may be young and starting to learn,
but ur flows aint much better, this court is ajourn.

[Clowney-Cakes]

ohhh, man you just owned me
now i must flee
and yous right i need to take more time
but man, you just started to climb, the latter to top
nice job man, you made my eyes POP, right out of my head
its been 3 freestyles and you have improved in each
not bad man, it leaves a good taste in my mouth like a gorgea peach
all in all, ill take back what i said
allright all im out, and in bed

nice job man!

altho i am NOT rich or a prep hahaha

[mmmburgers]

I need a double cheese burger, but hold the lettuce
dont be frontin son
no sees on the bun
we be up in this drive thru
order for 2
i gots a craving for a number 9 just like my shoe
we need some chicken up in here
in this bizzle
forizzle my nizzle
extra salt on the frizzle
a docter pepper my bother
another for your mother
double double supa size
and dont forget the fries

....crispy !

yeah...
(btw i didnt make this up, found it on youtube, i just had to post it)

[HoodRichSucka]

mmmburgers, ur gettin in the way of my sight
not cuz ur good, cuz ur shit is aint right
this sections for flowing and spiting lyrics
and when it comes to words, ill make u hysteric-
cal when i ryme so fast
ill blast cats with gats with lack of flashbacks
o shit, thats gotta hurt
i made that up, grew it from dirt
might be hard to do, but anyone can try
cept u homie, you should say good bye..

just having fun man

[Hidden Teknique]

yeah, it's old

[Clowney-Cakes]

get out of here!



i hate gay things like that
its likt that annoying nat, that you cant get rid of
mmmburgers, post something like that again and you get hit with no glove
youll be like "oh shit my nose!" youll be like "did i die and go up above"
nah yous just on the ground laying in blood in dirt
get up man, dust your self off, im not done
i hit you again, this time in the eye
iits not so fly anymore is it?
ok man you took the beating you diserve, and im done
run home kido, and go tell your mum!



haha funny
GOD BLESS All you guys! fo reals!

[HoodRichSucka]

we be the storm swarmin..naturally born swordsmen, the three musketeers that ate the four horsemen, i gave you lords warning, wed leave you with torn organs..we party hard makes way for short mornings, your squads boring, we the illest around, killa speckz and the rest came to rule this town, whos follin us now? what ya think were losing the crown? aint no red light in sight were comin through with the sound, ye im the nicest wit skill, spit twice what you spill, tongue so ill its got its own license to kill, and im frightening still..hell despite my size, cuz yo 5 foot 6 could still knock out 9 guys, ask about my rhymes yo they sharper than an icicle, kids wanna step but they flows sound recyclable, get of all ya tricycles, yall lookin pretty fightable, killa speckz leaves ya "too tired", like a bicycle, now i might just pull..somethin out my hat to deliver to these cats, so yo thats how i rap

dude, on the real, your first line is jaw dropping. the rest is amazing too. props
-d

[mmmburgers]

...

[Hidden Teknique]

ok, so im here again, the unstoppable
your flow kill mine, highly improbable
your shit isn't even that tolerable
makes me wanna blow out my drums
be like a deaf person prayin to a group of nuns
i'll disect your raps, as if i work at the morgue
then label it anonymous shit
because i found a lot of flaw in it
and then hear nothing when you tried to spit
makes me wanna jump up and split
i'll burn you like you were a piece of toast
then eat you up and spit you out
like a poisoned roast
my lyrical steez will make you cower
i got you on a lock every 24th hour
my shit is crystal clear, while your shit is blurry
i take my time, while you always are in a hurry
i've been re born again, and i'm not talking
about a new christian, i'll make your head spin
send you to hell, because your rhymes were a sin
your fate is in my hands, i'm a lil kid in newfound lands...
ch-ch-check the teknique

[Nem]

you never met me, you never meet me again,
i seen shit you aint seen, spent time in that pen.
once was sittin on the top, now shits what i got,
droppin no copies yo i got time on the clock.

come near me, ill do some work with a knife,
make it look like you took your own life,
as the shank goes in your bladder i say remember this,
how you looked in my eyes and then died in your own piss.

now theres some crazy mothafuckas sittin up in here,
i watch you cower in the corner paralyzed with fear,
no need to worry, ill be your friend,
now your kidneys in my pocket and i got cash to spend.

on these old streets we be slangin that oxy,
i gots you,
you gots me,
and a bitch gets killed if he dont pay that fee.
slurp it up,
now choke it down,
get on ya knees, paint ya face like a clown.

damn.

[moze.2]

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edit: oww i deldeted some shit and cant remember.

TOYS, my rhymes they rock
and solid like sediment/
i spit so much like i
got a speech impediment/
my verses are on fire and
you cant manage/
you dont spit, you drool
like you got brain damage/.


i'll leave you comfused, amazed and dum
you cant detect the speed of my profounded puns
when i spit, its the epitome of some brutal instinct
ill make you lyrics look wack like the crackas from N'sync
ill put you on my hit list, and you wish this diss would
miss so you could hit this. but you cant talk shit,
with my manic type insults and coma like sickness
I got a black panther mentality with a spick fist
So you can get dissed.
I rattle cages, like rattle snakes in battle cages
i step up to these kids like steppin to diferent stages
you dont know what i am or what im capable of
i the motha fucker who planted OJ his glove
I can spy upon you when i see from above
Im a god amung godesses not seekin for love
but none of this you even know
my verses will dedicate to set a date
and over-medicate and
put you in a more vegetated state than terri shivo


bum my shit, i dontcare what you say.
you have weaker lyrics than NWA
i care if you met on BS or the streets
case here or there me beats will beseech
every think that you own, everything that you know
ill flip your whole world, and make it explode.
evapotaring yoour mind and weak ass vocabulary
take a second to find, a place for your ass to be buried
by my verses draw hearses and demon combined
if you live in my shoes youll go outta your mind
ive been through shit, and iive been in a scrap
you sit in you rich boy life playing pokemon snap.
i been shot, ive been on the end of the line
so close to the end , even closer to suicide
so dont try to diss, cause youll wind up burned
even worse than a burger thats never been turned.

[Sou - Mvd]

I'm on the brink of insanity, between extreme intelligence and split personalities


This is the thread where you post your freestyles. No bite some immortal technique angsty ones. You are annoying.

[moze.2]

ooooo owwwww... youuu got mee. one verse wow. oooch ouch. man that hurts. you are gay

[HoodRichSucka]

'fore i leave the crib, im cockin the gun
i leave you chilled like the moon, blockin the sun
my rymes are so sick, they're metaphorically ill
i can take out the old timers, ill historically kill
so dont test me with your inadequate words
you cant beat me, yall are faggots and nerds.
ill dismantle your lyrics, demolish them all
then be gone so quick, vanish through a wall
so next time you think you can take the best
remember who i am, bitch im profoundly blessed

haha i dunno.

[Sumoe]

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
edit: oww i deldeted some shit and cant remember.

TOYS, my rhymes they rock
and solid like sediment/
i spit so much like i
got a speech impediment/
my verses are on fire and
you cant manage/
you dont spit, you drool
like you got brain damage/.


i'll leave you comfused, amazed and dum
you cant detect the speed of my profounded puns
when i spit, its the epitome of some brutal instinct
ill make you lyrics look wack like the crackas from N'sync
ill put you on my hit list, and you wish this diss would
miss so you could hit this. but you cant talk shit,
with my manic type insults and coma like sickness
I got a black panther mentality with a spick fist
So you can get dissed.
I rattle cages, like rattle snakes in battle cages
i step up to these kids like steppin to diferent stages
you dont know what i am or what im capable of
i the motha fucker who planted OJ his glove
I can spy upon you when i see from above
Im a god amung godesses not seekin for love
but none of this you even know
my verses will dedicate to set a date
and over-medicate and
put you in a more vegetated state than terri shivo


bum my shit, i dontcare what you say.
you have weaker lyrics than NWA
i care if you met on BS or the streets
case here or there me beats will beseech
every think that you own, everything that you know
ill flip your whole world, and make it explode.
evapotaring yoour mind and weak ass vocabulary
take a second to find, a place for your ass to be buried
by my verses draw hearses and demon combined
if you live in my shoes youll go outta your mind
ive been through shit, and iive been in a scrap
you sit in you rich boy life playing pokemon snap.
i been shot, ive been on the end of the line
so close to the end , even closer to suicide
so dont try to diss, cause youll wind up burned
even worse than a burger thats never been turned.

As Sou said, stop biting Immortal Technique, seriously. Half of the second "verse" is bitten. Haha, why would you bite someone else's lyrics just to put it in a freestyle thread on the internet?

[Sou - Mvd]

haha and then try and pass it off as edit: oww i deldeted some shit and cant remember. when he changes it.

[sketch3]

any nigggas be biting/
beter be ready for fighting/
my shits frightning,
strike yo like lightnin/
get slew at the first sighting,
if you far away then i be snipein,
my death grips tightening,
musical nazi.fascist to this wack shit,
bitches call me right wing,
waiting for any chance to put the knife in,
ill start slicing you aprt if you bring the mic in,
i know youll do the right thing,
dont batlle me cus its very likely i might win,

begining bit wasnt serious then i kinda didnt stop typing

[Clowney-Cakes]

anom, you dirty slut
you rap bout the same shit, enough is enough
cuz we all know you cant really cant spit
all you do is stay at home and sit
and type your lil gay ass rhymes, come on man get some new lines
were sick of it man, fine something new to do
cuz turle man, im sick of you
you rap about your flow, but man, we know your all show
your lines dont ever make sence
every time you go to spit, you hit a chain-link fence
you get stuck, and then your rap begines to suck
but man all im saying, is take your time
dont worrie we'll be waiting
so spit bout something we care about
dont be dissen, cuz no one cares what you think
so what im saying man, is stop being a dink!
-MR CLOWNEY

[Clowney-Cakes]

there we go son, we have a winner
for a secent there i was thinking you was a beginer
as for dumbing it down i think not
yo tonight i was cought
thats right putting a tagg on a bridge
it wasent scarry at all...............mabes a smidge
but anyways im liking the new shit
old warn in and trusty, just like my baceball mit

[HoodRichSucka]

when it comes to this rap game, im the master
i rap harder and faster then a fatal disaster
leaving you fucker trippin and feining for more
telling me 'give it to me' like an 8mile whore
i may be young but may also be the illest
like the illmatic album, im without a doubt the forealest
if you judge too quickly, ull get canned
like goerge bush did to the iragy talaban.
not much into politics and governmental shit
but love to fien off music and experimental shit.
my rymes resemble a florencent light
never ending, like those frequent fights.
i write my lines as if i were writing a letter
cuz im the best of the best, and just keep on getting better...

[meetermaid]

aiight, i'm kinda fuckin high and thought i'd give this a try.
some think im pussy cause i don't rack, i buy
but here's to them: fuck that
i don't pretend to roll with a pocket fulla gat
and if you can't deal, get the fuck out the car
ill be who i be if you be who you are
oh shit, this beats trippy
got me thinkin profound shit, i feel so hipy
like we're all shells, housin a soul
metaphorically, i can tell you this lyrically
chillin and listenin to rockabilly,
and hip hop
this is how i rip sick rocks
and hot shots, now who's takin them pop shots?

[bouncingsoul]

Check the blueprint, all self-revealing and naked
Lines so crisp and true, no need to fake it
The static erratic behavior of saviors we never knew existed
They talk words syrupy sweet, thick and twisted
The misted cloaks are choking the cloth weavers
Temperature past mine, sickness beyond fevers
And dreamers can dream, it may stay up in the clouds
If it aint answering your cries, why not expel the shrouds
The boundaries of foundries aint limited to any soundings
The down beats and clown's feats are as respectable as proud cheats
But speak the beat and seek the real deal
Feel the mental meal, brain food and surreal
You can dress up and fess up but you're just a fool
Test up the stress and make up new rules
It's cruel and usual punishment, self-inflicting and shifting
Ideas rattle the empty hollow and follow, all conflicting
The ripping sound as I tear myself, stand parallel
Paper cuts and savor trust as an idea rotates, conscious carousel
And mirror wells as all you see, one black eye
And suddenly you don't exist, the air stale and dry
Try and keep up the reef stuff is running away from you
Opportunity is immunity and escapes the dumb dude
The rude and pessimistic, the pure and insecure
Over complicating things when they aren't sure
But I know, life is simple, life is a chance
But that's one man's stand, this is one kid's hand..

Boooooooooooooooooooooooored

[meetermaid]

ayo because of you i'm on a grime emotion tip
i've had, too much of your shit you know its, making me unfit
to live,
i can’t stand it anymore
the way you make me feel, but I still come back for more
looking for perhaps something else in store
something you forgot to tell me, like you would maybe like to marry me
and though you treat me like shit I feel discouraged to quit
sso I come crying back to you
like I’m jonesing for my skinfix of ixnay
nothing is what I get from what you have to say
or do, nothing is the gift I receive to me from you
so we go round and round in circles
having me awkward and weird, like urkle
like your homie that just merced you
homie that’s some sad shit, I can’t believe you’re not irked by it
you say you love me; I’m the only one you can trust
still allegiance to your personal flag, is a must
you can fuck around on me, but I cant dick around with you?
what’re you trying to say, I’m not useful cause I can’t cook you food?
you think it makes you a man when you got a gun in your hand?
you ain’t a man you just a mark bitch with some small tits
and fake bits, you can’t do shit unless your blitzed
too lazy to wait till you get paid, scheming on ways to get rich quick
it makes me sick, how often do we go through this?
measure twice cut once, that’s my theory but you insist I’m a dunce
im never right, yet with you lies are in abundance..

[Hidden Teknique]

yeah, i've been seein a lot of it lately
mostly rappers not mc's, which just makes me
wanna say it that nas was right
i mean, we had a good run, put up a good fight
you all know in your hearts hip hop is dead
so shall we put it to sleep and let it rest in its bed
i mean, it's possibly just asleep
but with so many whack verses
its gone pretty damn deep
so lets try to wake it up
rappers enough is enough
emcees need to start the seeing the bluff
i know y'all there, but you just scared
you know you can spit
but the last time you did, your lines were bit
so i'm sending this out to the rest
if you know you can do it, give us your best
so this was an important issue lyin on my chest
call me the rap exterminator, i rid of the pest
exterminator to the terminator
hold the bomb and press the detonator
no evidence, no investigator
i got you lookin crooked
just like a traitor
ride up on you
quicker than an escalator
go ahead and be a hater
but deep down, you wish you were me
go find some talent, there is no finders fee

had to borrow a line from an earlier freestyle

[CRN-one]

fuck your blueprint, my shit is most technical
kills you slow, like cancer in yo testicle
hoods up, slow roll, creep by your show
by the time you see the flash its too late, just so you know
always taken seriously, we can not be stopped
MTPD and CPD is how CRN got popped
NRA and FDA is how CRN got hot
you opened your mouth, that's how you got shot
keep my haterblockers on indoors at night
straight vision pimpin, this ***** hide from the light
you think that you're great, thats of no concern
I'm out making moves, you watchin "as the world turns"

[HoodRichSucka]

technique you got skills, and words that connect,
more so then me or any material object.
thats wat i call the fuckers without responds,
and got a bigger head then hitter berry bonds.
when it comes to rap lyrics, i have a monopoly,
unlike most of you who do it slopoly.
mostly deep with meaning like a marriage manogomy,
two people put together unstoppably.
if you set your scope or aim at me,
ill leave u lying in the dust feeling shame and no sheen.
looks like time for you to get a fuckin dictionary,
disect and examine it like a broken capillary.
un-like immortal said i speek philosophy
but i am a fucking prophet
and this is the fucking prophecy.

-haha

[Clowney-Cakes]

yo man, you know me
its Elak one, and tonight the spotlight is on me
ok so here it is, one for the book
i aint no telemarketer, i dont have to have a sales hook
cuz you nsturaly wanna listen
and im not that kid whos awalys dissen
and trust man you dot wanna be missen
cuz when i start to spit, its like you have to listen
and throw yo hands up, and rock to the beat
come on fam, no one has to accpet defeat
well be rocken at once, to this grovey beat
anoms got some smelly ass feet!

[HoodRichSucka]

no wonder yall muther fuckers didnt think i was real
just cuz i dont give a fuck and hit the streets to deal
face it,
im a cynical lyrical rap critical guy,
leaveing you thirsty for this empirical feeling inside.
you need help homie, im talking meditation revive,
cuz this creation of medication is just helping you die.
fiens obsessing over pills and polution,
the confusion of dilusions is not the solution.
so ima say it one more time for those who missed it,
i may not be illmatic but without a doubt im gifted..

-ha

[Hidden Teknique]

Quick cipher with Hoodrich, i spit first then eveyother line

I strike fear, bring lyrical mayhem,
turning dudes into cowards like walter strahan,
i stay schemin, always got the plan
not fraid to smack a bitch, with the pimp han'
call me a dragon, i spit straight fire,
hit fucking majors like that ni**a mark maguire
Ain't a snitch like Canseco, so i'm not wearin a wire
i put fuckers in caskets, call me the mortition
you think i'm a joke, this is no fuckin superstition
im poetic but never sympethitic towards the ones i kill
i leave a lot of blooodshed, with out the spill
killing ni**as like a dropped a poison pill
i stun you, leave you froze and still
but then u back out and continue to kill
i can go on, call me the energizer bunny
but not that cute bitch, this shit aint funny
i get it, but then spend big money
im as serious as cancer on a new born child
leave you all rabid and wild
my flows are contagious like small pox
i got you in rehab, like getting a detox
i leave you trippin like a subbliminal paradox
got you on juice, just like some fuckin jocks
freebacing that shit like they were smokin rocks
got that bitch breathin hard like she suckin my cock
respect the best cuz when were dead and gone..
we got you reminiscing to the words of our song.....

[TricksForKids]

not bad^

Now....

*5 Star and King James are my boys i freestyle with y’heard?


I’ve been told ta stop this, too bold, obnoxious,an insane fighter plane, and my domes the cockpit!
my poems are rockets, you were told ta not miss, but which side to hit? Im like the oval office!
Oh no a pop quiz!, dont sweat it aint a test, only one question left, and the answer is yes!
Is speckz the best yet? Hell yeah we rattle cats! With a ton of battle raps, the battle axe blaaade, invaaades from Halifax! Is that a fact? Shit i bring the belt to you, inflict a welt and bruise, cuz my tongue never ties like Velcro shoes, and ive dealt with few, that could melt my crew, come to think about it now theres only ever been two, ones 5 star and king james spits quick, oh wait my bad, we in the same sick click, dealin with the same nit wits...like Hoodrich and Hidden, and all their shit’s pre-written , so keep the rhymes ta yaself, quit spittin the bittins!

[TricksForKids]

* oh and no beef boys ;)

[Clowney-Cakes]

tricks for kids, im calling you out
come on man, you must know what this is about
when you dis on the fam, you be dissen on me
come on man setp up and well see
might be you might be me
but in this fight, someone wont leave
so lets see if you step up and be a man
tricks for kids, you have ZERO fans
-MR Clowney

hHAH im in class trying to type a newspaper story....
no beeef

[HoodRichSucka]

most times i would say that there aint no stoppin me,
but it looks like tricks owns cats like a monopoly.
unstopablly killin these fools frantically,
like scientists workin on archiology.
insanity rains upon me with contagious fury,
creating an ambitious and suspitious story.
my ambition and tutition in life is to be ill,
but stay healthy enough to show you how to kill.
show you how to write lyrically,
so smooth you skate on it while its glisening.
even if you remember this rap when its done,
youll be scrolling back to read it where it begun.


-props to all u guys

[Hidden Teknique]

here i am again
the original Caucasian sensation
i rip mics with so much presentation
i am united, the strength of a nation
i'm oh so undestructable
no one in my way, no obstacle
i'll rattle mics, leave em shook
you jackin my rhymes, just like a crook
i'm runnin with mass chemicals
weapons of mass destruction
my homies, they got my back
i give them the q, they follow my instruction
i'm like some WU mixed with a lil bit of Nas
i spit hot shit, completely raw
i'm sicker than a case of aids
balla, like a group of d-wades
my team is strong, iller than yours
you our bitch, got you doin the chores
one of the hottest from the 603
lyricism is locked, i got the key
so i think i'm a end it right there
i'm nice, none of yall can compare
find a flow iller than mine, ha thats rare

[Oink.]

wu and nas, faggot your shit is nausating
i am a verble disaster bow at the feet of this up and comin mastah'
spittin that toys r us steez, i rock the mic like the dead seas
yo what? doin the chores bitch bendover and take yours
i got more flow then a period rhymes crumble the pyramids
leavin aztecs lookin like addicts styles crazy with loony tunes antics



(yeeeh my spellin blows, you get the point here).

[HoodRichSucka]

you say rock the mic and got killer steez?
man, u rock the mic like a dead DISeASE!
you cant handle what im about to bring,
cuz after its brought, ill be wearing the ring.
youll be done, gone, left in the dust,
your like the disease as we previously discussed.
now i know you think ur the truth,
but when im done, ull be missing a tooth.
of course hidden doesnt compare to wu and nas
thats now wat he mean, u didnt listen, ur loss.
im usually a nice guy, compationate and real,
but u made me get ugly, how does that feel??

-haha no beef man, just fun

[Oink.]

you say rock the mic and got killer steez?
man, u rock the mic like a dead DISeASE!
you cant handle what im about to bring,
cuz after its brought, ill be wearing the ring.
youll be done, gone, left in the dust,
your like the disease as we previously discussed.
now i know you think ur the truth,
but when im done, ull be missing a tooth.
of course hidden doesnt compare to wu and nas
thats now wat he mean, u didnt listen, ur loss.
im usually a nice guy, compationate and real,
but u made me get ugly, how does that feel??

-haha no beef man, just fun


a dead disease ***** i leave bodys like h-i-v
you rock a ring? thats tight how gay marrage is supported in yo community
i break the unity, blind sided left a fear of me


mirror mirror on the wall, whos the wackest emcee of them all
yo child like flows, a teen exposed
your mother shoulda left em closed


haha all fun baeebeee.


my tooth actually hurts so we shall continue later ahha.

[Nem]

join the festivities,
so i can douse you with my lyrical abilities,
smokin' so much kush its affecting my fertility,
you cant spit shit, i got you suckin on my dick,
you better swallow that ish, and choke on it like a bitch.
i gots revolutionary rhymes,
have you knocked out for so long they thought you was in the penitentiary doin' time.

[HoodRichSucka]

Nem, your first line was legit
but after that, ur rap fell to shit.
u came out blazing and spitting fire
then it fell apart like a firestone tire.
i was about give you props for ur flow
but as i read on, i had to say no.
so now that you have my deny
i think u should hang it up, resign.
this freestyle game is harder then you think,
just ask hidden, clowney, or ink.
or was it ****? i always forget,
o yea, cuz his rap was also stupid as shit.
please take a break, go cruise the forum,
ur leaving all us rappers here in bordem...

-no beef once again, all in good fun

[bouncingsoul]

Started at school..

Approach the step, I'll choke em, you're not part of me
Spurting blood with ragged rap snapped arteries
It's hard to read these sage's pages, without wincin'
Just push that red dot, record it and listen
My thoughts glisten fresh, like heavy morning dew
Silver droplets, never thoughtless, I'm always brand new
Originality fallacy, your shit's been done before
Biting songs whole, all chin-up to the floor
And out the door faster than you got in, just drop it
Trying to bounce, I'll bounce your soul, then stop it
Make you feel sick, internals churning and turning
And burning with the velocity, animosity of yearning
The learning aint being done, the battle aint yet won
Just one son rampaging the heat, the gun for fun
But I'm beyond the steel and bullet, maximize the fullest
Boil it down to the simplest and I got mental turrets
And thought torpedoes targeted at bulls-eyes ever fearing
Full-fledged force of an irrational tactical theory
It's nearing, the tear is dropping on your grave already,
Cheering and steering your life to tell you you're not ready
Stay steady, I'll invade your dreams like Freddy Krueger
Rock your brain so bad, leave you in heavy stupor
Unconscious progress won't save you now
Salt water sweat brimming up at the brow
Nervous, curved, view bent outta shape
But light reflects and refracts, always travels straight
It's a tight cause, the fight's lost and bright stops
Faster than thought, sacrifice, hit the lights off
...Fuck it, just end the whole thing

[Oink.]

**** **** what are you a pig
you tryna jock my style cuz you dig
look i tried readin your shit gave it a peep
but it doesn't flow puttin homies to sleep
your shit is stangnant
you a bitch ass hoe, callin me a faggot?
i get down to the nitty gritty
you a metro bitch tryna look pretty
maybe wu and nas took it too far
but your shit is so subpar
your shit makes no sense
roc mics just like the dead seas
homie quit playin yourself, you got no steez
you bend over for homos just to be a teaze
next you droppin to your knees
but i'm not playin that homo role
because you the one chokin on that pole
you got more flow than a period?
exactly, a period is the halt to the flow
**** **** a pussy just like the po-po
so now you should know
and last of all, you say i'm nauseating
homie, you just hating, just to be hating
a frontin faggot ass bitch
i knock you out, just like the first pitch


steez, teaze? son your rhymes are wica-wack.


i'll send your 5th grade style back to elementry
grand mastah turnin at the end of the century
faggot i killed grandfather time
im a soldier sent by god to keep you toys in line

i can spit a verse and crush you'
Take it easy eminem im outtie.

[HoodRichSucka]

****, ur freestyles are fucking wack - abort.
similar to your fucking career - they short.
i can tell you take more time to think of a word,
then flowing your shit cuz ur shits absurd.
it ended real quick, but quick enough
for me to jump in, this shit isnt tough.
you make it easy when you leave your rap
just stranded there, creating a mishap.
its sad to see some with potential, blow it away
by not taking the time, to here what i say.
you think you can spit two or three lines,
but that wont get you shit against these enemy mines.
i may not have the largest vocab
but ill tear u up and put you in rehab.
remember next time you think of starting beef,
cuz ill come clean it up, no need to be breif.


-haha keepin it fun

[Oink.]

hahahah ohh shit' lol

im more known then heroin
spittin assult the armys in
abort the misson, a toys ambition
terrorist, assinatin' the battle list

fuccck i cant do shit i am way to high. ahahaha

[SeapNSR]

i burn you like solder
melt you down and remold ya
fucked up like max fleischer
throwin meat cleavers and knives at ya
youre so cheesy rod stewart gon be buying ya
you think youre the hero but im the mighty mouse
no ones gunna save you when im burnin down ya house
i guess the only reason you top 100 charted
is cuz 90% of people are fucking retarded
ive detected ya phoniness like mutt and jeff
its like you cant cook one dish and you the head chef
what the fuck year are we in
when the weakest fucks are the ones who win
i wont fucking sit for this one minute longer
imma bring the underground up stronger
than ever you getting severed
push you off the seesaw so i get levered
straight up to the top
grillin toys like a pork chop
making the dopest crackle and imma snap the pop
you gon get fryed like that crooked cop
george cook who stomped on his girlfriends throat
and imma put you on a george foreman you in the same boat
as charlie becker a cop who also got the hot seat
cuz he killed a prostitute cuz she wouldnt sleep
with him and suck his dick
all you sellout faggots be getting the flick
cuz you all made me terminally sick
writing the same shit probably with the same pen
not again when will it end?
i tells ya itll be right now when i deliver
this dope style like too much absinthe through ya liver
fuckin you up you gon need a whole body transplant
which you cant get even if you got scientist pants
you got no chance gettin burned like you
left naked in a bathtub full of soldier ants
getting stomach cramps
from being force fed foxglove plants

[HoodRichSucka]

Seap Nsr, ur shits pretty hot,
i can tell u listen to immortal technique a lot.
it wasnt the 90% line that gave it away
it was the attitute that you try to portray.
not ganna lie, u had a lotta sick lines,
but most made me tired, all different kinds.
ill give you props cuz it was long and filling.
but when i spits its murder, and ur blood im spilling.
over-all im nice and my raps are fun,
u think uve seen much, ive only begun.
i spit lyrics hard like a modern slut,
before i spit a line, i bust a nut.
most of the time its on ur moms face, why?
cuz shes a fucking skank and can really supply.
i feel lonely when she leaves in the morning no doubt.
but like i said before, she can really put out.
enough with the mom shit, im getting tired.
but when insulting you, that shits required.
my rhymes may be tastless, like bad dessert,
but when im finshed, this shit will hurt.
time to say bye, cuz uve been diminished,
i feel like my time here is finished...

-all in good fun once again..

[Kaze]

My rhymes are verbally hurting
these punches are always
lyrically searing..
you thought i would miss you
but in the end im really only
here to diss you
my shit gets pretty scary
i never put beef secondary
if your on the list your getting
cut up while your blood rains down
drippin flowin in the drain
mentally insane you can hear my
greatness when the bass hits
trick or treat not carrying a candybag
just packin heat but i never use that
id rather take a rock strike it to ya head
till you layin down close to death

random shiiiiiiiiiiet dont ask

[Kaze]

anyone down to battttttle
just for fun im hella bored

you start it off

[sketch3]

im a about to slay a guy called kaze,
reminding old skool cats of back in the days,
were batlle mcs would clash and spray,
say the sickest lyrics, the crowed dosnt get fazed,
cuss were on a higher calibur, weilding a verbal excaluber,
leve you runin fray befor i challenge ya,
rip your spine from your back like sword in the stone,
i got words that will remove your skin from your bone,
if your on the phone,
ill have a death grip on your jugguler befor the dail tone,


ahh nottin specual, ill respond properly after you reply,
just to set it off

[Kaze]

sketch3 your rhymes are wack to me
you fell into my verbal trap you see.
straight torture when my chamber
burst 1 to your dome while i watch the
blood squirt. you better believe me
im lyrically g'd from head to toe
while i bury you in the upcoming
winters snow. insane verses
bring you to the mortuary
in a blacked out hurse. every word
i speak is deadly like a hatchet to
the skull on your birthdayyy

shittty freestyle im doing this
befor i go to school peace outtttttttt

[fonone]

haha too tired,

kaze your crazed im about to unleash the final phase, a weapon of mass destruction known as kerosein, matches and razor blades, now to stop me you couldnt persuade, slice your skin, light your face and make it concave, to the rest of your body the flame will pervade, leavin your mother yellin and screamin and callin the fire brigade... and jail ill evade, hardley scathed, they say im too depraved to be encaged, and they know my rage will ricochet if they ever betray, this has all happened before and itll happen again just like it did yesterday...

[Kaze]

foneone your just another
played out son trying to be
a hoodstar. i can stop that
when i roll up in my car
i got a full clip but i only need
1 shot when i run up to you
i change your train of thought
while you in the clouds let
the thunder burst your ears
while i change to 2nd gear and
speed off.

i dont got shiiiiit right nooww
to baked ill post some dope shit later

[Hidden Teknique]

yall confuse, startin off with a lame excuse
well i'm here, and i'm bringin news
sketch is cool, his raps aint' crap
but kaze, your lines are whack
so i figured i'd jump in and attack
first of all, you actin like an internet thug
sayin you'll fill a cat up with a slug
that role's been played out kid
a fatal mistake, thats what you did
fonone, now his shit i could find
because at least his lines rhymed
and he didn't talk bout a nine
so i'm droppin this shit, it's well timed
every keystyle you drop a lame excuse
your rhymes meaning has no use
these are everyones views
you compared to me, you'll always lose
my shit has been branded unstoppable
my style is unique, uncoppable
i am one of your new problems
various ones, you can't solve 'em
my shit has more flow than niagra
it's harder than an erection off viagra
you walkin, i'd run up and tag ya
now, my shit isn't amazing
but this thread i'm gracing
spit lines quicker than lightning
my shit scares you, it's kinda frightening
you a loose screw, you need some tightening
you see i'm tight, and i'll put up a fight
i don't feel the need of getting high,
all those lines got me asking god why?
so for now i'm done, this was in all good fun
i'll drop another one, when i start to see the sun

[sketch3]

kaze i wouldnt even need to touch ya,
to rearange ur skelatel structer,
remove ur ribs so its easier to get a lung punctered,
make it so the calmest breeze hurts like buck shot,
my flows more dense, than rocks formed from sedaments,
my lifes intense,
dodging gangs selling crack outside housing tenaments,
like ghetto chemistry,
cracks the compound. baking soda n coke are the elements,
people fighting over less than 2 pence,
beefing cuss our income needs a suplement,
shits crazy, never violence to this extent,
kids on road waring like the problems millitent,
so if ur like kaze, faking the struggle. u best repent,
or youll feel my wrath worse than anything that GOD sent,
i left his nose bent, and crucified him using the pegs from his own tent,
only cuss i saw him on his camping trip, when i stamped his bitch,

ran out off effort, so no ending

[Sumoe]

We are the, lifeless corpses riding on dead horses/
Stronger than supernatural beings or Armed Forces/
The bosses, bearing our guns like crosses/
Destroying your city, causing countless losses/
The ocean turns to blood, red pouring down your faucets/
Scientists 'round the globe wondering what the cause is/

bleh.

[sketch3]

you may be riding on undead horses,
and have power beyond armed forces,
but my vocabulerys an inpenetreble fortress,
defending me from actions wich are thaughtless,
my response will be an unending torture,
cuss im supplying the energy of these supernatural sources,
my shits tight like a victorian bitches corsecet(sp???)
makes you throw away ur newest album, even if you just bought it,

no beef sume ur spitin sum brimstone my friend

[aRXV]

i got into hip hop thru rapping, and this thread is fucking sad.

now i just bomb.

[sketch3]

well luckily no one asked your opnion, so you can fuck off withouth too much hassle

[Oink.]

faggots soundin like they spit spermicide
lyrical genious verbal genoicide









arxv has a wackstyle
probably pays his mom to ride his jock
battle me toyzilla'

[aRXV]

well luckily no one asked your opnion, so you can fuck off withouth too much hassle

fuck you chump.



15 SHOT YA

for your information... I've never been robbed
I never pause with a glock son, I'm letting it off
if you think I'm after a fucking pension you false
for my 401k is locked beyond penitentiary walls
haters celebrate for the moment you take my place
'cause Hell is your fate if a cell I escape
when I'm on my hustle I make a sale & I skate
if my gun gonna blaze I prove myself as an ace
I'll murder for sport, I'll get the beef aired & open
put a shell to your ear like, "you can hear the ocean"
I remember being hungry, I felt alone in the slums
hoodlum chosen one like the sun shone on what I sung
I recalled wanting vengence & demanding blood
feeling like my family's love couldn't jam my gun
I used to hand to hand drugs kid, push for the throne
my attorney dismantle judges so go hood or go home

[Oink.]

fakethugs faggots sellin fake drugs
never puffed a spliff, Never experienced the high or lift
battlein me is like jumpin off a sky scraper and expectin to fly
fact is your bound to die even before yo hit the ground
musics my life body and soul i encourge emcees to step up and battle me
i said step, your takin a leap
dirt nap time to sleep.

[aRXV]

ehh

[Oink.]

hahaha whadup

[ironik_wa]

who cares if u have a good vocabulary...theres a reason sum ppl made it big....not by struggling to come up with a word to rhyme with purple, theyd simply throw in a gunshot or sumthin...so dont brag about doin all this good 4 hip hop, when the originals (gangsta rap...NOT old skool:run dmc, grandmaster flash, kool herc, kurtis blow, afrika bambaatta)) did it nothin like that



you may be riding on undead horses,
and have power beyond armed forces,
but my vocabulerys an inpenetreble fortress,
defending me from actions wich are thaughtless,
my response will be an unending torture,
cuss im supplying the energy of these supernatural sources,
my shits tight like a victorian bitches corsecet(sp???)
makes you throw away ur newest album, even if you just bought it,

no beef sume ur spitin sum brimstone my friend

[sketch3]

ok first of was i braging about all the good i do,
second of all i was freestyling so i didnt think about it to much,
ur a fucking tool saying having a large vocbulery isnt important when rhyming,
pluss you say the originals did it gangster, but dont include all the people who started it (btw oldskool was the orginal hiphop u fuckard)

and finaly if all it takes to ''make it big'' is to put a gunshot on wax then fuck making it big, hiphops about great beats and better lyrics

oh yea fuck you, fuck ur lineage, fuck ur afillietes and your asosceiets
fuck their families and especialy fuck aRXV

[aRXV]

i dunno what this doods deal is, I dont know him.

[sketch3]

this thread is fucking sad.
.


that pluss the dum shgit u say is my deal,
if a thread makes you sad dont post in it

[aRXV]

boo ha ha...

[Hidden Teknique]

all these talks bout a weak thread
if you sayin that shit, then it really is dead
look, i'm not sayin that the thead is the shit
but if you on this thread, just rhyme and spit
kick a hot verse, before wild rhymes disperse
carryin you to your grave in the hearse
you gotta lotta nerve, you bitch
you bout to get served
and thats just the word of mouth
you gonna wind up 6 feet south
now i'm just spittin up a quick keystyle
in NV, with homies Elka and Cile
so i'm a end my shit right hear
cause all this talk this thread is whack
makin my eye drop a tear
....

[Oink.]

make your eye drop a tear
cause your a silly faggot who drops the soap for a beer


ahahaha jk, ah im bored.

[Hidden Teknique]

**** you crack me up

[MainEvent]

droppin soaps for a beer, flat lining kids with ER meds yellin clear
main maliciously multilating muthafuckas, fuckin mike tyson your ear
coming a little played but straight with traditional hip hop customs
not fuckin with this ****ing pig muthafucka like shia and sunni muslims
mains blazing the finest buddha, kids can call me ya Royal Highness
man i smoke "Big L's" like i was the muthafucka who killed Harlem's finest

[Nem]

this thread needs a little bit of nem's mediation,
as mind blowing as the switch from dry to perculation,
you got bitches like hoodrich, hidden, **** and sume,
rippin? spittin? rather trippin, i call out a duel at high noon.

im here to lyrically abuse and watch these suckas misuse
the sacred dictionary, i think you need to visit a library,
acquire enhanced vocabulary, right now its kinda hairy.

god damn.

[aRXV]

shut up kids... I stick guns up to ribs
pitch drugs to the kids... america's future bro
n I only used to flow... now when I'm useful
I'm bombing brutal... getting props n kudos
cops abuse us... hoping that we give up
mad cuz we ain't need that blue pill to "get up"
I finish throw-ups... destroy n crash the public
writing off toys... like they a tax deduction

[Oink.]

<3's toyz1ner


its like a illiterit tryna read a dictionary, toys stuck fictons scary
please stepdown with the wacksteez i break faces and shake trees
bitchs takin the panties off with ease yo moms a sleez and preforms rather well gettin rent on her knees


Ahahaha all jokes, fuckin mad bored.

[bouncingsoul]

I pick fights with feathers, drop these like bad weather
A gust of gale, galvanize, stand up for the better
Stir it up, butter steez, pulling high-fives on low fours
I’ll burn the numbers, forget the scoreboard
Focus the numbers enough, it’s nothing mathematic
You’ll find nothing exists there, just energy emphatic
And I never tell a lie, I honestly spawn truth
Like that statue of Caesar, instead a blood though, it’s proof
Deadly defamation, dropping collected probation
Mental accumulation, I'll skim through, paraphrasing
Steal the phrases, enclose them in quotes
Set 'em adrift, freshwater hopes it'll float
Hip hop is beautiful, I'll bring her back to life
Like Snow White I'll kiss her, track it outta light
Perennial pennies live through the legacy
Copper tens bend the trend past reality
Slow confused dudes wondering pseudo fiction
I’ll knock some sense into them, verbal judo friction
I’m slipping, tripping on loaded five-high
Flipping off strangers, I’ll do gun-control drive-bys
Leaving you perplexed, pretext is the test
I’ll give you short answer cancers and leave god with the rest
Puppet corpse, slopping around with the best
You’re just jealous because you weren’t born blessed
Street apostles speaking sweet gospels
My words mold history like newly-found fossils
Hostile gods, take it over without force
Emanate love radiation from an unknown source
Tap my resources, keep the language flowing
Spiritual hunter-gatherer, you’ll give in without even knowing

[HoodRichSucka]

i speak prophecy and am spiritually blessed
im like aristocracy cuz im the best of the best.
when i rap u cant see me yall are visionless,
im better then those who started it, the indigenous.
when you try to compare me, your all at fault,
cuz my words are like the army, verbal assault.
you may think im weak, powerless, and faint hearted,
i always cleanup the mess, even when ur the one who started.
my rhymes drop bombs like japan or hiroshima,
collapsing on your lungs like fatal emphysema.
please dont reply to this lyrical masterpiece,
cuz ur rhymes are slow like the obese police.
when i spit, i drop shit hard, its malignant,
making people offended saying im indignant.
so next time anyone trys to out do me,
u better be careful cuz u cant out rule me...

haha

[Hidden Teknique]

sick of bullshit drug addicts and drunks
little fuckin, men, and little fuckin punks
doin coke and pain killers,
just temporary stun fillers
mutherfuckers drinkin down bottles of rum
to get rid of their pain, it was just to numb
i'm a fuckin go crazy, get dumb
wishin this one muthafucka would just become a bum
and i'm not makin shit up, or lookin for sorrow
but this one man, says he will, but doesn't regret shit tomorrow
people be generous to him, let him borrow
can't sleep at night, immense pain
fuckin eatin away at me, i got fire in my vein
i don't do drugs, don't feel the need to get a high
shit isn't even tempting, i can easily make it by
with help of my friends and their support
hopin this man will go to jail or end up in court
i'm pretty pissed right now, but i'm not gonna drink it away
all that shit is just an excuse, not real it's just play
i think i've relieved some of my stress
gotten some of this bullshit off of my chest
but he's always gonna be in my life, the little pest
gets fucked up bad, in just two months
pullin all these bullshit stunts
i'm fed up with this, and i dare anyone
come back with a diss, i won't do shit
cuz this is my life and i wish i could quit.

[Clowney-Cakes]

i know where your comming from man
i went throught it too
i know its not fun, but to bad its true
all they do is mess your life up
and its so easy to fed right the fuck up
all you can do is keep your head up, and dont get down on your self
you havent done shit
and that guy yous talking about is such a dick
and im sorry to say, i hope that guy gets put away
once, twice, three striks, hes out
plays it up, come on mr cop slap them cuffs
enough enough, cant they see, he'll never stop, why dont they just listen to me
you know me, i have no respect for thos people
ahh i hate that shit
i know how you feel man, no worries


fell beter holmes, shit will turn around

[Oink.]

hiphop till i drop, Drugs and booze i cant stop
flippin whack rhymes with a meaningful purpose
everythin from petty theft to narcotics purchess
leadin a life unknown to most got skills and talent
toys to roast, Call me a dick ( youur a diick )
i aint guna feel bad its the life you picked
Been arrested more then 10fingers
a dropout who figured'

soo waack sooo laazy, to tired to spit

[syrne]

damn theres some good stuff in here props

[HoodRichSucka]

^good rap, im glad you tryed,
my shit is better, im known worldwide.
only by the forum members and little toys
ur weak and nothin, like brittle boys.
i cant spit long, time to run.
its almost over, my crime is done.
hell is approuching, by that i mean school,
time to go fuck up, this shit is cruel.

i dunnnnno

[Oink.]

i spit like a twisted monstah
fowl rhymes kill and haunt cha'
oct 31st disperced a violent curse
droppin bodys, leave yall *****s ina hurse
so drop the bullshit and get in the cyphah'
toys wanna battle i'll take your life


freesteeeeez off the doooome.

[sketch3]

you can take my life its preaty fucked up,
wanna battle, better get pumped up,
if not, body found in the back ofa dump truck,
god must hate you, its not bad luck,
that your love life sucks,
you be macking bitches thated make satan up chuck,
or vomit,
spit poetic shit like shakespears sonets,
you look up to a higher plain. im on it,
knockin angels out the sky, falling like commits,
during a meteor shower,
causing destrution worse than the twin towers,
make deamons cower,over my unparaleled powers,
devour the worlds population in under 3 hours,
im deadly night shade your just sum fag flower,
i got a venamos sting,
like the big spider from lord of the rings,
you could bring the fellowship,
the bloods or crips,
no one can protect you from a bust lip,

ahh wackness.. no beef ****y

[Oink.]

i cant freestyle right now, just got some bad news.

[HoodRichSucka]

^i assume u want us to ask what it is seeing as u left us all in the dark. so ill be the one to ask i guess. "what was the bad news?"

-d

[Oink.]

hhaah, found out i got to go for mad surgerys. WOnt be able to write till im 19-20 wont be able to run/walk/jog/skate or fucking walk up the stairs right. SHits just not goin my way lately. tore my acl and a buuuncha other shit too in my knee nd i guess it was worse then they thought so theres teh waiting list PLUS phsyo therapy which the dr said is gunna be fucking hell and is gunna take forever. might no ever be able to skate again er play sports.

[Hidden Teknique]

thats rough ****, sorry to hear that

[Clowney-Cakes]

****, man im feeling for you.
ill be praying for ya.
god bless!

[HoodRichSucka]

hhaah, found out i got to go for mad surgerys. WOnt be able to write till im 19-20 wont be able to run/walk/jog/skate or fucking walk up the stairs right. SHits just not goin my way lately. tore my acl and a buuuncha other shit too in my knee nd i guess it was worse then they thought so theres teh waiting list PLUS phsyo therapy which the dr said is gunna be fucking hell and is gunna take forever. might no ever be able to skate again er play sports.

really sorry to hear. remember tho, be optimistic!!!! u can now sketch until ur brain falls out and become quite the artist. dont worry man, it will all turn out alright. the big man upstairs is just testin' ya. god bless
-d

[GeSuS_KRiST]

confusing and amusing
suicial styles, heroin using
aka abuseing....
crusing to loose is old news
my arms im bruseing
but the girls still choose me...

till they get to know im not there adverage joe
with a romantic glow for including... them

all night i looked into her dark green eyes
studying her from the eyelashes down to her beautiful thighs
she had thick chewable lips, this was short lil girl who was workin for tips
at ben and jerrys, wafflecones, ice cream, an chocolate covered cherries
the girl so fine, the beautie scares me
ice cream was free, she was as sweet at the dairy
she likes me... shes likes me not?
soon it be picking her over a .60cc shot
i got feeligns way too quick
also got the number on the hush-hush tip
we went to a house were people were chillin
she threw on some clothes that had her body simi-revealin
but in a good way it wasnt slutty, hope it was for me an not for everybody
it cought my eye invitingly, sat next to her and smiled with glee
hope she likes me and the feelings are the same
cute lil shorty... too bad i dont remember her name....

[Hidden Teknique]

i'm here bringing maniacal mayhem
its a war, between the paper and the pen
i'm callin you the problem,
i solved em, so i'm the answer
iller than a case of of cancer
dashed with a lil bit of aids
callin your bluff, i gotta flush with spades
i'm a money hungry killin villain
you step up to me, and your blood is spillin
sharp pains in your side, is what you're feelin
staying away from drugs, i'm not dealin
i'm a diabolical disaster, with more flow
than a natural flood hazard
you know i'm the master
the caucasian sensation always goes hard
i'll give you the first option, you holdin the card
i spit intricate verses and lines
shaking the masses, one person at a time

[HoodRichSucka]

i see that you think u are the master,
but in reality u really are the cancer.
like you said , dashed and aids infested,
ur a bitch like the girl ur daddy molested.
how else do you think you came about?
ur a disease and gay, just havent come out.
nothing against the homos and fags alike,
ur just a bitchmade fairy, better yet, a dike.
we are boys but right now i feel like shit,
so ima put it on you cuz i know u wont quit.
ill admit ur shits legit when u rap and spit,
but people will b comming to hear me transmit.

short and sweet for tonight, later fellas
-d

[Clowney-Cakes]

come on kids, dont start this shit
when i be droping my rhymes, yous all be throwing a fit
cuz you know i bring the realness, and yous be lieing
man, you start shit with me, youll be flying
higher then ever before
youd rather listen to me, then have sex with your whore
just like i said, i be no fake n1gga
i dont be running around yelling "JIGGA"
come on man, pay attention im not done
and i dont know bout you, i sure am having fun
so check it, and watch what you say
cuz it may come back to hunt you
so like i said, AWALYS be true
stand by what you say
im out, and im done here for the day!

Mr.Clowney

[G-Fat]

i've got rhymes to bust
but no time, when i'm on the mic
boy you know its
time to shine...
give you a lyrical heart attack
all i say is dam your rhymes are wack
you cringe in defeat, later you kiss my feet
i call up your bitch and
give her the old
SKEET SKEET

*crosses arms, looking tough*

[fuqqdiqq]

the reason you aint got time to ryhme
is cuz all you do is just bitch and whine
i spit like a masta, much like babe ruth
your ryhmes is whack and dats just single the truth
when i got thoughts on my mind i go to the booth
and unload and tell all my people the truth
and on the internet you cant hear my beat beat
too bad your only 12 and yuh cant SKEET SKEET!

8UP

[Oink.]

lets see the kids flip some real shit
the poverty and famish shit
straight welfare cases brought up in a neighborhood
that breaks faces, so look the otherway
the people gotta get paid

[fuqqdiqq]

just livin in the city and ridin the bus around
you could catch me at the local spot or at the playground
i used to smoke weed and do drugs of sorts
now i paint graffiti and use the force
this shit aint a hobby its like a source
to the underground movement
you should take a course
and stand up and take action
to the political advisors
fuck their satisfaction
i wanna go out and destroy the world
get my name up and get that girl
most kats these days think they can write
but mostly they toys
and all they do is bite
so if youve payed attention
to my rhymes you can see that i got.. mad time
to sit and flow, with people of my kind
now id like to thank you for your ear
just remeber that when i paint graffiti
i write YEAR


8UP

[Hidden Teknique]

i've been patiently waiting
for my final initiation
slayin mics with such power and force
i'm showing you how, i'm teachin a course
your weak rhymes, are my inspiration and source
spit at me, i'll spit back,
constantly ready to attack
verbal assault in matter of fact
i hear sirens in the street
the puttering of a graff artists feet
you start to spit, then comes the beat
i constantly win, never accept defeat
i do a throw over you, it's a treat
you gonna regret it, if we ever meet
i'm like a young ali
prime in his time
it's artwork homeboy
it's not a crime
call me a light, cuz i always shine
stick with the hoody and a fitted
went over you shit, yeah i did it
what you gonna do?
it's your move
sucka think you can come at me
you hood rich, i know you are lying
sit in your room, holding a pillow crying
i mean attacking me, why are you even trying
you know you end up in the street dying
i'll put you 6 feet below the earth
you know you were a curse
from the day of your birth

no beef, but ya came at me

[bouncingsoul]

It’s funny how time digs a hole and lies underground
Travel so fast it’ll beat the sun, but light is still unfound
I’ll break the circumference and redraw the round
Atomic bomb the borders and enjoy the sound
The snap crackle and pop are replaced with criers
Crack saddled and lost empires are dreamt higher
The flying’s awake but in paraplegic silence
The motionless, notion less, rest in quiet defiance
The static immobilizing driving force of course
The torque is short and ports whiskey at the door
He’s courting whores, spitting fast and talking slow
The prated fates, ostentatious fakes of show
Cast is breathing, essence of life assured
Natural, catching, beats matching the cure

I kinda like that one. I'll finish more later

And this one's like from 2 days ago... I'll finish it more sometime haha

I create a nexus of flexes, I'll wreck it
From the inside out, brain's melted, four seconds
The intrepid, eclectic enthusiastic, fantastical
Magical radicals preach statical laterals
I'm the emphatic capital of static solemness
An erratic answer of drawl calmness

[HoodRichSucka]

i got rap apeal, mass appeal, my shits unreal,
heavy like steel when i spit and deal.
never indigent, deligant, rhymes so sediment,
i spit all the 4 elements, speak intelligent.
sentimentally, you can see, im fresh so clean,
im the dean, of this rap scene, so mean.
dont test me, hest me, invest in me.
im thursty for more, therefore, im not poor,
i store it near and steer it far and dear.
remember me, december tree, alive like a holiday.
mild you say? im too wild today, you cant handle my way.
im done, it was fun, left you stunned.
dont forget, when i transmit, this shits legit and whit.

i seriously made up as i went, really no thought involved, haha . tru freestyle but it was WACK

-d

[sketch3]

if your shits unreal that makes you a phoney,
your a fake, see me on the street pretend not to know me,
cuss i dont affilate with fools whos I.Q. is below 3,
i hang with gully guys who grow trees, only the high weed,


cant be bothered to continue, no beef

[AZTEKA]

THIS IS NOT A DISS TO ANYBODY, JUST MESSING AROUND IM NOT THAT GOOD AT FREESTYLING.

Yo you coming to me wit weak ass disses
and you wonder why your punches are all misses
you couldn't beat me if yo had a genie that granted you 3 wishes
this kid probably carries his cans in a purse
this bitch ant worth the swaer and the curse
oh fuck it ya'll probably aint even bearin my verse
ill gat your ass with weaponary thats illegal
ill control you with the gangsta inside of me thats lethal
ill leave you verbally assaulted and battered
this bith would probably run as soon as the 1st blood would be splattered
ill leave this kid like his dreams all broken and shattered
it rattles your mind evertime i spit
you twithin wit every word i submit
yo ill finish this off and say homie you should just quit.

AGAIN LIKE I SAID NO DISS TO ANYBODY JUST TRYING TO FREESTYLE ON THE NET AND PROPS TO THOSE WHO CAN FREESTYLE AND NO DISS AND PEACE.

[Hidden Teknique]

When i spit, it's never a miss
tear you up, bit by bit
hmm, if i had only 3 wishes
i cut you up, and serve you in 3 dishes
pretty damn rare a gangsta thats lethal
i don't need to fight you, i got people
you say you'll leave me battered
you're starting to realize what really mattered
that you leave this site
before we've all gathered
ready to fight, in the dark of night
you envious of me, homie you spite
well this was no diss tonight
aight?

NO DISS TO THE KID ABOVE ME, I'M FOR REAL, NO DISS, JUST A BIG COINCIDENCE!!!

[Oink.]

this is a diss.^ hahah jk

A contracted wackflow to the periods the toys blow
pay for the cd's you bite, download some ish
comepacked disk inorder to understand the diss
underlined and bolded my styles unforgettable
bitches find me edable(sp?) so please just bite


ahahah all love baby

[bombthesystem]

i'm in a rage hes tappin my mom where almost the same age
on this micrphone i drop bombs THANKS ALOT FOR THE CAR MOMS
its a 1938 delta this shit wont even get me to da shelta and i cant even stand fo motels so i'm back in the V wih no deal



DUB DA BLOOD WORD WORD THIS IS HOW I SPIT HOT FIRE:mad:

THE SIPHA IS BACK

[Oink.]

wow, prepare to be clowned on

[MonoR]

yo your talking about some gangster and shit
but evrything i see out of you is a lil prankster bitch
put a cops dick in your ass your being a snitch hoe
they love it lil prankster whit huges assholes
your just a shit you should get off the game right now
you cant handle it if you feel like your pointed go hang your self
and dont worrie ill be there whit your mom to laugh

peace monor
da classic krew

(edit)im aint english but yeah..

[BotoX]

lyrically im more vile than the southern confederation
my words give your ear drums abrasions
i wanna see real rappers, not these cheap imitations
i didnt wanna cock the glock but yall is testin my patience.

[MonoR]

ill test your patience to the max
i got a ak 47 full clipped
waiting to get emptied
you aint nothing but a bitch whos bitching
im telling you me and my crew
aint frontin but man step up on me
and ill show you what the ground is
ill ground you down like i ground up a bitch on my dick
your glock you get it from the cops, sucking cock is giving eh
ill kill you snitch ass
i explode your rap police
im aint a cop im a criminal
compare my self a to a terrorist
im aint here to plaY
im just here to front whit people who dont even know what rap really is
fuck you and your shit im dissin you thats right
next time you get in front of me its not gonna be fronting
but wrecking your wack ass shit

wack mc your life you are
me im just me and you what the fuck are you
nothing but a toy ass fuck you
dck here to stay

word up D

(its free style battle not beef) (edit)

[Passleoinj]

look at these guys talking bout federation
i got something for you suck my dick im on vacation
im sick of this shit , whack mc's for life man
we got pounds to sell while youre proud of smokin your gram
shit man , youre a broken ass *****
in this world bitch ,youre the motherfuckin worst rappa
u aint a hustla u aint a writer
face it or not ***** , youre a fuckin looser.

dens one dck only crew i'll ever rep

[HoodRichSucka]

i slang trees with ease, bleed eyes with weed.
see the feins pleed for more green and speed.
i proceed to sell and indeed its greed.
my creed is to breed the greenest weed.

[MonoR]

ya love to rhyme whit eed eh? :P

[Hidden Teknique]

our houses being raided
our privacy being invaded
the cops, our shits been searched through
in front of our families we've been degraded
by people who don't understand
we've been hated and violated
got yall mad, cuz we still made it
through and through, toughing it out
freestylin and graffiti, is what i'm about
pretty soon, i'll be burnin up clout
go ahead and doubt, like sketch says
you'll end up with a dick in yo mouth
you are either my advesary, or my foes
to my foes i do oppose there vicious flows
i got you on lock in the scope, so bitch pose
my vocab can be complicated or simple so everyone knows
spittin rhymes off the top of the dome
i'm a giant to you, you are a gnome
i'll still do what i do, even if they tap my phone
and to my boy week, stay up homie
don't let the 5-0 bring ya down
take advice from my homie the clown

QUICKY

[P-love]

verse of some lil ish i been working on

Look at the world today, so discombobulated hated
belated plans of action, oh well we'll try it later
unsatiated thrist for things updated
traded between the void of human spaces
traces of time running places, places unrelated
stated chases and races upon which we build our bases
A basis from which we stretch our homeostasis cases


more shit (my cousin)

TV's on, stereo blaring, children staring
scaring parents losing their bearings
No ones caring

Daring daredevils jumping down railings
Failing school cuz its cool no one's caring
Life's not smooth sailing, anger flaring overbearing
Trailing toxic exhaust fumes our young ones inhaling

[Kaze]

sometimes i feel the pressure inside i feel the pain
i aint the only one hurting someone else feels the same
i hope you understand you aint the only one alone at night
sitting there another day hold your game face trying to fit
in place put the pistol to your brain bang *****s gone back
then its all about chrome keep in mind you only got one life
try and make it work if it dont last someone out there got it worse
fight to sleep i like to drink i only see in my sleep head up high
i keep moving grey goose and i light a sac concrete stones inscriptures
my lifes blown no pictures ive been there done that had shots shot back
been broke no cash sold drugs it dont last

[BotoX]

you can rap a story and not make any sense with it
ill chew you up and spit you out in 3 fuckin sentances.
in this rap shit you'll get learned and in this graff shit you'll get burned.
step to me face to face, fist to fist and watch the tables turn.


(no beef)

[C-SONE]

You don't wanna start some shit
Knowing the type of cats that I be rolling with
Mike Tyson type of shit
Drunken Violence, Kids
We fight with bats knives and fists
You toy cunts get burnt and just fade away
Talking gangster shit but you're just flagrant gays

[sketch3]

rolling with tyson, you might come hard,
but i weild the fist of the north star,
raid your crib if i see the door a-jar,
send cats with battle scars,
to kidnap you out ur sisters car
if you aint real then you wont go far,
get scoped at 600 yards,
thats 1800 feet,
knock out a bitches teeth for runin from beef,
word on the street is ur not hard to defeat,
now if you wanna get in the ring,
better not come near,
if you aint ready to bite of my ear,
like your friend mike in the crowd who came to cheer,
probily canadien so if you packing gat its just to hunt deer,

im stoned so i got carried away

[MonoR]

whats your problem doing a rap police
your aint nothing but a bitch
i fuck your shit
you aint a thug your just a snitch whos bitchin
im aint talking shit
just spitin reality in your face
reality hurts isn it?
fuck you and your shit
i fuck yall and i dont even care about what youll say
im aint looking for shit or this
but if you want shit ill show you what it is

im pissed.

[sketch3]

ok i would be offended, if u at least pretended,
that ur brain wasnt rendered,
compleatly useless from booze thats blended,
cuss my shits slpendid, dosnt need to be defended,
but if u disrespect then my blades extended,
like baraka from mortal kombat,
ill break backs, cyphen out ur blood like a vampire bat,
if you battle me, i wont say some generic shit about scorpions fatality,
bust out some crazy lyrics about toejam and earls funky capacity,


monor sucks for real, rhymed shit with shit 3 times

[MonoR]

uhhhh

man first what are you
nothing ill kill you for free
your just a bee talking about some mortal kombat bull shit
ill shit and your face
pee on your mouth
monor suck for real
your punchline suck more then your mom in my bed
yo tell her to come back i got some more mom jokes
ill cut off your face so i can see your brain available
keep being proud of your gram im rocking pound and king size
fuck you cops all your flow is about is talkshitin and bull shit
are you a shit?
all your doing is talkin about it
fuck you and your whole family
ill be behind you if you wanna die
and i want you to die.

snitches like you
aing lovin it
keep doing your bitch job
ill be your pimp and youll do my hoes days

(im aint looking for beef its all about freestyle fuck you)

[Sumoe]

Half of that shit does not even rhyme...

XD

[MonoR]

do something or suck my dick big ass sumo

[MonoR]

soo i guess ill pop somethin in french.

yo grosse slut
tu parles mais les acts
SON OU t'act comme un roght boy
t rien t meme pas du pour etre un b-boy
ta une face ki me reviens
jdevrais la niquer pis tmontrer c koi un psycopathe
jtun cingler tu comprend rien
jte nick la face pour rien
tu front ben yo mec
jten donne pour ton argent
jte fais les poche en penssant a comment tu va tkill en arrivant cher toi
t un fake emcee ca svoit dans ta face suce ma grosse queue
tu pratique la religion du fakeism
continue de parler desquice
moi mon blaze c monor
ctun flow ki te outshine plus sniney ke dlor
jte nick la face pis jbouffe un bout dton cerveau c comme ca pis ca reste comme ca
fuck toi

big ass sumo mother fucker

["Riot"]

This is off the top of the dome sittin' on 24 inch chromez.
You sayin you kill for a color?
Don't fuck with with me i'll kill your motha, ya brotha or any other who fucks with me.
So come take a stroll with me.
I'll tell ya I'm the population control.
Then before ya could think.
I got a nine up between ya eyes to show ya who really rolls.
I follow my own constitution.
prostituition(sp?) to crackwhores.
Livin' poor rackin from stores.

thats all i got ahaha
Not lookin for beef or anything. I just started this shit like two weeks ago haha.

[bouncingsoul]

He enters the city with a pocket full of dreams
But leaves with one nightmare, the scare or so it seems
Injections of torture and a lonely street shining
And heaven's artificial light loses heartbeat, dying
Glorious golden glow is guiding the gilded path
The streetlights keep fights while silently they attack
Orange haze flickers, snaps of static drown out the snickers
Yellow eyed crescents hide nowhere but losers can't be pickers
And he looks up... The atmosphere domes and never moves
But he keeps walking, he hasn't got a thing to prove
The night-skied horizons are dying trying and he won't know why
Starry-eyed children looking up at the sky crying and they NEVER know why
Sweating, walking under the heat of frigid city-scapes
He is the nocturnal, infernal insomnia, but he can't keep awake
Hollow head stuck between a pillow and a clock face
He keeps focused on that ever present one last step, he takes
The final step and finds he's nowhere close to the destination
Eyes close and he can see it, and then they open, escapes him

[The_Sheep]

i take this mic and yo i throw it at the wack
i flow without a track cause i got mad fuckin rythm
keep up with the beats
always kept on repeat
sleep with the sheep cause they make good pillows
willows grow ganja
thats when its time to harvest
if i was a turtle, my shell would be the hardest
and the oldest, cause the coldest are the dead ones
i got mad blunts when i be chillin in the shelta
delta take ya orda or ima pimp slap yoda
yoda probly short cause all he drank was green soda
its all about the bakin
where the fuck i stash the cake in
only like the icing but i like the fuckin bacon
also like the eggs
also like the kegs cause im a drunk
i got the patience of a monk
i sit like buddha, get bit by barracudas
when im fishin, man i be wishin for a nibble
on my hook that be shinin
the starving always climbin
some say the key is the timin believe
the key got swallowed
by africans wit hollow
heads empty surrounded, by the dreads
like forest, the poorest live within the jungle
when i hear um talk all i hear is foreign mumbles
couldnt understand
so i chose the underhand
but it left me broke
so i spoke without the vocals
chords, cats say oh my lord
when i speak, i freak the mic
k yeah im done fuck

[Sumoe]

do something or suck my dick big ass sumo

You're myspace says you're a female...

[MonoR]

my myspace is deleted
kid:p

[MonoR]

my myspace is deleted
kid and this girl is from germany, im from mtl

spit sumthing big ass your talkin, but where the acts at?

[Sumoe]

First off, it's the internet; so don't take it so seriously, buddy...

Where the acts at?/
I'll pull the gat back/
And leave your ass flat/
Your jaw, I'll crack that/
With only, one swing, won't miss, leave you toothless/
I'm ruthless, leave you with worse than just bruises/
Fuck guns and knives, because my fists are heavy/
Break your face in flat like Lincoln's face on the penny/
Try and pull out your semi, I'm too quick you'll miss me/
Before you pull the trigger back, you'd be hit nine times like fifty/

Wack, but I had to reply. haha

[AnteUp]

im witty, like bill gates,
splittin you *****s like grapes,
rewind an play tha tape,
yessir its time fo fate...

[MonoR]

First off, it's the internet; so don't take it so seriously, buddy...

Where the acts at?/
I'll pull the gat back/
And leave your ass flat/
Your jaw, I'll crack that/
With only, one swing, won't miss, leave you toothless/
I'm ruthless, leave you with worse than just bruises/
Fuck guns and knives, because my fists are heavy/
Break your face in flat like Lincoln's face on the penny/
Try and pull out your semi, I'm too quick you'll miss me/
Before you pull the trigger back, you'd be hit nine times like fifty/

Wack, but I had to reply. haha

yo kido you aint knowin me
im an heavy weight your still lil crack head
i crack your head of
piss on it and shit in your throat

fuck you
lil toy ass bitch
spitin reality your just a kid i got guns i got knives
but all i need for you is word
fuck you your nothing in this world
you better hide your self
ill watch you cuttin your own vein off
id love it im gonna be proud of your self
thats probably the only thing you did good in your life
searching for problem?
its gun in your mouth
still talkin bull shit?
ill put some horse bullshit in your mouth
actually bigger than your brain
you fucken monkey
you aint nothing but a shit bag

[HoodRichSucka]

ill spit.

[HoodRichSucka]

Ill bust ya head, leave you injured or dead.
nevermind wat u said. shit is meant to hurt.
light ur ass up, leave you black and burnt.
so dark ull be mistaken for wesley snipes,
better yet a jamaican, smokin the pipes.
ill chop you up, slice and dice.
Then mop you up, u paid the price.
my advice is to be careful of what you speak,
dont talk shit to me, im outta ur league.
im better then u, more skilled and well-spoken,
ur like jadakiss with the glass jaw but broken.
im mean but keen, my rhymes are unseen,
obscene caffine crash, call me the morphine.
ill set you at ease make your mind freeze,
more steeze then these punks. ur a fuckin disease.
im immortal with these rhymes, sorta like the nines.
more times they fire, more times they kill.
ill eat you up like the matrix, u chose the wrong pill.

-haha i dunno. all in good fun

[HoodRichSucka]

yo kido you aint knowin me
im an heavy weight your still lil crack head
i crack your head of
piss on it and shit in your throat

fuck you
lil toy ass bitch
spitin reality your just a kid i got guns i got knives
but all i need for you is word
fuck you your nothing in this world
you better hide your self
ill watch you cuttin your own vein off
id love it im gonna be proud of your self
thats probably the only thing you did good in your life
searching for problem?
its gun in your mouth
still talkin bull shit?
ill put some horse bullshit in your mouth
actually bigger than your brain
you fucken monkey
you aint nothing but a shit bag

u dont wanna fuck with a detroit player,
grimmey as fuck, just like the detroit mayor.
kwame's a dumbass but stunts real hard.
wantme to spit bitch? ur a fuckin retard.
ill leave you scarred and charred, catch u off gaurd.
then discard u forever, with no regard.
i dont give a fuck about ur family or kids,
wait ur only 13? fuck you kid!
i hate fuckers that think the internets a game,
we on here to have fun, u should do the same!
next time u aim at someone with fuckin skill,
prepare before attack, and dont be still.
next time u spit, ill be the one to kill.
mop u up cuz its ur blood ill spill.
this shit aint repeating, jsut more sophisicated,
think i cant rhyme this one? were-unrelated.
but now that i think, thats obvious,
cuz i got skills like jayZ, gotti-bliss.
think that dont make sense? read a book.
man this is murder, and ur ass i shook.

[AnteUp]

shaken, not stirred,
lyrical wit words,
under usage of verbs,
ya screams is unheard,
comin up to comin down,
on people not lyric sound,
hear me now?

[MonoR]

im a natural player only playing whit ya
getting hoes and whores and bitches like ya
i got all you need
and you watcha got?
wack flow and shits?
i break your ass off spill your shit off
makes you guilty that you beefin whit me
youll know me now
im alone whit a homie in this world
used to get hit by my father im a naturaly rude boy
you nothing your not even a b boy
dont act rude cause if you want some rude
go get rape in a backyard whit a rude dick in yo ass
face it bitch
let me do my thang and stop talkinshit

[ODonthesetrees]

Break your face in flat like Lincoln's face on the penny/hahahahaha i love that

[AnteUp]

i like a slow flow, like mrs.buttersworth,
creepin real slow when im spittin outa verse,
disperse, tha cannons, time ta dismantle em,
lyrically handle em, spittin at anything im random,
stand em, up, i shoot em, down, mentally unsound,
ready to bust at tha seams, but neva stiched up,
im spillin mah guts, yall feel it or what?

[HoodRichSucka]

like u said MonoR, ur alone in this world,
stuck up and bitchy, like a little gurl.
dont fire back at me with fake ass rymes.
i told u not too do it, several times.
ill cut ya, tear u, slang u up.
stuff you with cotton, then hang u up.
ur a puppet to me, only more annoying.
bitchmade fucker, and im not toying.
my words like like herds of wild birds,
leaving u confused, understanding two thirds.
dont underestimate, contimplate, ill create ur fate,
im illmatic and substantial, theres no debate.
ill create a mind state filled fear and hate,
eat up all the food, ill fuckin eat the plate.
i dont care what u spit or say,
im amoung the top, and here to stay.

[sketch3]

hoddrick sucka will stab any mother fucker,
better duck for cover,
me an him will blast ur moms an kindnap ur lil brother,
empty the clip in his face, to make sure the lil prick dont recover,
you think you fly, dont bother cus i can hover,
like a budist monks style,
get buckwild, get you riled,
my lyrics can flow for miles,
ur shits in coherent like a childs,
i got lock on sonar, aimed at monor,
cus nothing compares to me like sinead oconer,
you should be honored, that my verse will bun ya,
i might just blast ya like a pissed of rasta,
that asked ya, if you wan some grass,
you passed up ,so now you classed ta,
get glassed up, with a broken bottle,
beggin for me to reconsider while i got you throttled,
if i come at you it wont be subtle,
hit you like missle from an enemy shutle,
bitch youll get husled in a bar scuful,
you got one man to back you, i got a truck full,

[HoodRichSucka]

sketch three is amoungst these, lyrical theives.
hes behind me with ease and'l kill the rap scene.
dont fuck with me or tease my rap style.
ill freeze ur ass in time, just stare and smile.
ill leave you for a while, just laugh at ur face.
ur dumb mutherfucker, cant keep up the pace.
monor is a disease, im a fucking scar.
stay in ur mind like clapton playin the guitar.
dont say shit back monor if u know wats good.
cuz everytime u spit, ur shit aint hood.
ur just bad, not misunderstood.
u should quit forever but never knock on wood.
i hope u die and crumble into the earth.
im being humble about it, u have zero worth.
im done with u, but will prolly kill u again.
and if u have a son, ill murder him instead.

[sketch3]

im laying brothers to sleep,
leaving mothers to weep,
im a quietstorm, ask mob deep,
sneack up on you with ninja tactics,
while i creep up on you in ur sleep,
sufercate a bitch with a bag made from plastic,
at a young age, i was filled with rage,
strayed from the flock, then i beat on lil bo peep,

[HoodRichSucka]

laying brothers to sleep?
i fien on swaying others to creap.
leaving another to reap.
i keep my desert eagle hidden until,
these people want to attemp to kill.
spar with me dont bring a refill,
ill shoot at ya family, aim straight fo ur grill.
my stare is deadly, scare children bring fear.
never know where, beware, ill be there in prayer.
i dare you to bare my rap style affairs.
ill leave you broken and bruised, u werent prepared.
this is infair how unaware you were around me.
u didnt listen the first time, now i surround thee.

[sketch3]

got a paramilitry militia,
combat trained and aimed to hit ya,
if theres any static, i wont have it,
come at you with jungle warfare tactics,
get your back split with a hatchet,
if you chat shit,
ill crack ribs for runin ur lips,
leave you limpin like an old guy with a bruck hip,

[Hidden Teknique]

i see that hood and sketch been holding it down
taking out all these other cats, makin em frown
i'm unbeatable, like a fish you are trying to drown
i'll tear up any mic, and enlighten ears with my sound
only going up, i'm upward bound
i'm just a king that hasn't been found
you're just a mere jester, a clown
when i come around, it's going down
i got rhymes that roll off the tongue
i'll lynch ya ass, and leave ya hung
my styles off the hook, yours is still being rung
so let me give you a quick lesson
cause it's a message i should be spreadin
hoodrich sucka, sketch and i
be holding down this forum to the day we die

good puttin in work guys

[Passleoinj]

man i hate to freestyle against you
cause you seemed like a chill dude
then you started talking bout fish and shit
then i was like man that guy had to much of the dick
dont ever reproduce yourself , i dont want another one like you here
whatever your kid'll look retarded since your bitch cant breast feed cause she has no tits
man you guys took on my mate monor and thought you had it clear
but imma tell you something , GO HANG YOURSELF YOU FUCKIN QUEER
what you dont like that i find it kinda funny
since ive been starting beef with you i feel kinda ¸happy
you're a king never been found that's good like that
cause you're so fuckin ugly i could compare you to an asscrack
even silentchaos is sexier than you ,
you should let go the crack
all your teeth will be gone , by battling me or even answering me back
you wanted beef bitch now you got it
i need a place stack my sack and ive choosed your mouth to be it

[G-Fat]

wack rhymes kid
think that made him sore?
you've got horrible grammar
like a stupid whore
mmm xanax barss
huffin' cans of road tar
it's how we roll
tits,clits and bong hits
come on bombingscience and you'll
be covered in
piss and shit.


hahah too slick
no beef

[Passleoinj]

i aint a english brotha
if you wanna rap in my language ill fuckin spit on ya
you aint shit , come and step on my corner
try it man i fuckin dare ya
im spittin on a language thats not mine
its not yours too , all you own is a whack ass frog as a avatar and youre fine
i hate you man
you dare talk to me when you aint even a writer damn

[MonoR]

like u said MonoR, ur alone in this world,
stuck up and bitchy, like a little gurl.
dont fire back at me with fake ass rymes.
i told u not too do it, several times.
ill cut ya, tear u, slang u up.
stuff you with cotton, then hang u up.
ur a puppet to me, only more annoying.
bitchmade fucker, and im not toying.
my words like like herds of wild birds,
leaving u confused, understanding two thirds.
dont underestimate, contimplate, ill create ur fate,
im illmatic and substantial, theres no debate.
ill create a mind state filled fear and hate,
eat up all the food, ill fuckin eat the plate.
i dont care what u spit or say,
im amoung the top, and here to stay.

haha
funny
and you tell me that i take this serious??
funny ass i should call you serious sam
getting right there whit your machine yelling at evry one OUBLALBAUIOBALMOA
man your a funny kid
your the 1 in here you should hangs his self
yeah thats right
id love to see your eye going on the right side
HEY dont look me in the eye bitch look down where my dick is
thats right your doing good hoe
pimp the hoe smack the hoe
you prolly got gunz and knives
BUT WHERE THE SYLES AT???

[AnteUp]

wow...i thougth i was bad at rhyming... hoe with hoe, knives with at, side and right, self and kid...

[Passleoinj]

ure bad at life
u suck at graff
now go die in a dark corner

[sketch3]

when i read this grammar,
gets me vexed like gamma,
radiation. ill come to your raidio set, and raid the station,
when i find out ur location, theyll put me on probation,
cuss i smash like the incredible hulk,
i just beheaded ur folks, with some bicycal spokes,
no joke, ur dad croaked, befor ur mum broke,
into tears, out of fear,
that a mad man swinging his katana is near,
geting technical nucleur physics engineer,
still difuse a Hbomb fucked up on beer,
and shrooms, come at you like dr doom,
an iron clad bastard,

[AnteUp]

compaired to mr.mathers,
sketchs style devoures,
all hatin nigas is cowards.

haha thought i finish it (the mr. mathers line means combined words) :)

[sketch3]

haa

ante up gotta jump on my shit cuss
i got sick shit, infected with puss,
i ended his crack binge. no fuss,
wont even here ma guns bust,
just gets a chance to count his guts,
befor he takes a last breath. its a must,
not to trust, fools down on there luck,
cuss they just, dont give a fuck,
looney *****s on the scene, like daffy duck,
replace the teeth in ur mouth with a hockey puck,
dont make me come down south,for runin ur mouth,


lol just to set it off homie

[AnteUp]

come down souf, well have a nice chat,
one silver bullit to kill you vampire bat,
most people say that my lines are crap,
i dont dissagree but its easy to see,
that u got tha puss and i got pussy,
eni meni me, o its little o' me,
nuthin to see here other than tha genius in me,
coming undone you see, bustin at the seams,
bustin some skeet all on ur dreams,
of bein emceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,
hehe, lets get it cee cee cee's,
the crew that dine wit tha beast... :)

haha go fish ;)

[Rogue]

hidden teknique
this fool must be raw
wait a second I he got those puppy paws
dont mess with big dogs
I dont fuck around
*****s speak up
no they dont make sounds
nola repping that choppa city
poking purple puss and slapping round titty
it aint game I really make bread
cause painting these walls dont get you fed
so get off of bs with those weak ass rhymes
and go outside act hard from your minor crimes

[AnteUp]

ure bad at life
u suck at graff
now go die in a dark corner

im bad at life, bad is how u rappin, right?
thinkin u bad when ur rhymes dont sound alike,
haha, i suck at graff? i aint seen ya shit,
im assumin that u jealous, so i aint believin it,
im sick, of you bitches actin hard all tha time,
when you need, viagra to act hard half the time,
read the sign, it say stay out,
but im glad you came out, but its time to go back in,
cuz u a sin to the rap game,
sorry ***** you lame

[HoodRichSucka]

Rogue, listen carefully to what i say.
you got no skills, see-throw like x-ray.
with me, theres no delay,
got more variations and choices then buffet.
dont stay here long, just bitch, run away.
cry like a little fag, a fag that fucks gays.
think ill betray a friend of mine?, bitch hey!
i dont stab ppls backs like u do everyday.
this is the rap game, so do it the right way.
dont forget who ur up against, the best like obey.
i maybe we repeditive with the rhymes i say.
if u could think of more then me, please..t-t-today!
i dont ask questions like a survey,
just tell u how it is, then let u decay.
let u portray the wrong way to sway.
then spray my name as if i was the bouquet!

[TylerDurden]

Rogue, listen carefully to what i say.
you got no skills, see-throw like x-ray.
with me, theres no delay,
got more variations and choices then buffet.
dont stay here long, just bitch, run away.
cry like a little fag, a fag that fucks gays.
think ill betray a friend of mine?, bitch hey!
i dont stab ppls backs like u do everyday.
this is the rap game, so do it the right way.
dont forget who ur up against, the best like obey.
i maybe we repeditive with the rhymes i say.
if u could think of more then me, please..t-t-today!
i dont ask questions like a survey,
just tell u how it is, then let u decay.
let u portray the wrong way to sway.
then spray my name as if i was the bouquet!

learn how to spell if you wanna step to this,
i know your next line cause i'm a mental telepathist
you wack, just stop trying to battle,
go cry to your mom, you're really quick to tattle
I'll make this short n sweet, soon it'll be over
you're outta luck so heres a present from your OWNER!

http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1258/661214358_8d1d205338_o.jpg

[HoodRichSucka]

haha all i can do is laugh in ur face.
stole my cry line,ur a fucking disgrace.
mental telepathist, is that wat u are?
more like a mental patient in a stolen car.
never on track, just randomly moving.
my shits not getting better, its fucking improving.
dont talk shit to me like ur my owner.
ill fuck u up ull need an organ doner.
but ull be thankful when im departed.
cuz i left u better off, then when u started.
ur gift was nice, lucky charms for me?
do it again, ill break ur arms for free.
i think everyone would agree, im the sickest emcee.
ill murder everyone in my path, on a killing spree.
but ill give u props for trying ur best.
but u were beat today, dont be depressed..

[sketch3]

whats with all the homies beefin,
gets me mad, wanna kick all ur teeth in,
we need to be ship-shape when speakin,
not a creakin,vessal thats leaking,
or we'll be left sinking,
into the abyss, of wackness,
we need to put toys on the blacklist,
deny them the hiphop, like a feind to that crack shit,
cuss they dont apreciate, the lyrical mind state,
that true heads operate,
they dnt go diggin thru crates,
tryin to excavate, the dopest oldskool mixtapes,
or debate, wich is better,
meths ''bring the pain'',or reds ''cant wait'',
we get ''juicy'' like big, makes nigs, salivate,
we real like cypress hills estate,

lol thaught id refernce some hip hop

[TylerDurden]

haha all i can do is laugh in ur face.
stole my cry line,ur a fucking disgrace.
mental telepathist, is that wat u are?
more like a mental patient in a stolen car.
never on track, just randomly moving.
my shits not getting better, its fucking improving.
dont talk shit to me like ur my owner.
ill fuck u up ull need an organ doner.
but ull be thankful when im departed.
cuz i left u better off, then when u started.
ur gift was nice, lucky charms for me?
do it again, ill break ur arms for free.
i think everyone would agree, im the sickest emcee.
ill murder everyone in my path, on a killing spree.
but ill give u props for trying ur best.
but u were beat today, dont be depressed..

sickest emcee? aint a possibility
cause when I step up to the mic,
i outshine with ability,
you're a hoodrich sucka?
well, at least the second parts right,
think twice before you ever try,
to call my shit a fuckin bite
You like my present?
well I got plenty more in store,
how about the car I stole,
from the country of Singapore?
I'm mentally IMpatient, but you still try to persuade me,
you call me nuts,
no man, it's my flow that's fuckin crazy!!!!!!!!!!!


:cool:

[AnteUp]

is ur name actually tyler durden...

[sketch3]

YOU DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT FUCKIN CRAZY,
unlike me you've never experienced chuckin babies,
out the window of a movin mercedes,
u gunna have ta taze me, to stop me from snuffin ya lady,
dont care if you say shit to degrade me,
cuss only i know were my blade be,

lol no beef just wanted to rhyme wit crazy

[bouncingsoul]

Wrote a couple days ago I guess:

He enters the city with a pocket full of dreams
But leaves with one nightmare, the scare or so it seems
Injections of torture and a lonely street shining
And heaven's artificial light loses heartbeat, dying
Glorious golden glow is guiding the gilded path
The streetlights keep fights while silently they attack
Orange haze flickers, snaps of static drown out the snickers
Yellow eyed crescents hide nowhere but losers can't be pickers
And he looks up... The atmosphere domes and never moves
But he keeps walking, he hasn't got a thing to prove
The night-skied horizons are dying trying and he won't know why
Starry-eyed children looking up at the sky crying and they NEVER know why
Sweating, walking under the heat of frigid city-scapes
He is the nocturnal, infernal insomnia, but he can't keep awake
Hollow head stuck between a pillow and a clock face
He keeps focused on that ever present one last step, he takes
The final step and finds he's nowhere close to the destination
Eyes close and he can see it, and then they open, escapes him

And just continuing it...

He knows and he shows it, but time slows and the prose is
Beautiful, making it's permanent marks in the ground, with no typos
And no regrets, heavy steps forward, his head kept tortured
His mind is making a break for it, but his skull is the border
Voices of outlandish, off-standish fiats, but he ignores her
He's torn forth, never coming back, the restorer
Is laughing while wistful winds wear the tomorrow
And artificial horizons pave the path for him to follow
Hollow calls fade, repeating and ringing his ears to stay
Sapid traffic stands plush in his way, he paves the gray
Thoughts like circular cumulus', rising cancerous, with no answers
As he sits down atop his hands, held ransom to slander

Haha I don't really "freestyle" as such. I'm basically just posting lyrics here

[TylerDurden]

mic check, mic check


Yeah I rhymed with Singapore,
that shit was apparent,
but you rhymed store twice
so why the fuck are you carin'?
I don't carry a journal,
cause my shit is off the dome,
your written crap
is gonna get you sent home,
oh wait, i forgot
this aint a live cypher,
something stinks,
did your mom change your diaper?
Stop with the kiddy raps, you can never approach me
your skills are whack, say:

"TYLER DURDEN PLEASE COACH MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

[HoodRichSucka]

ur weak bitch, just gimme the signal.
ill bust ya head and ya thick-sull.
tyler durden u got herpies in the vaginal.
cool fuckin name kid, real original.
u think ur hard and got styles.
ill make ur as sweat like u were runnin for miles.
dont talk shit about my rap game.
urs is worse, its a fuckin shame.
ask anyone, anyone agree?
my shits cold like twenty one degrees.
if u disagree, bitch please.
i could care less about wat u sees.
ur a fuckin disease so get on ur knees.
kiss my shoes bitch, then polish them clean.
talkin shit like mic check-mic check.
dont wry bout that, bitch protect ya neck.

[MonoR]

yeh yo its like this and like that
yo there no probleme around
searchin for some then get the fuck out ill smack you in a round
im not a hater im a killer
thats right my flow is made of crack
ill smack your head the fuck off
fuck off tired of wasting my time gimme the bill then im out

your outhere gettin dissed by evryside
you better step aside

[HoodRichSucka]

monor, i hope ur not talkin to me.
follow u like i got a stalkin degree.
ill cause debris from my verbal destruction.
have ur wife plea with this verbal seduction.
dont test me, if u do ur dead.
god blessed me, thats how im ahead.
im better then u, better then ull ever be.
im a drama setter, more then tony or fifty.
i should probably stop before you die.
u might be dead already, time to say goodbye.

[HoodRichSucka]

i spit philophys like the prophecy.
by that i mean the imperious christ.
There aint no motherfuckin stoppin me
robbin cats like a serious hiest.
im crispy and fly in the rap game.
bitches cant deny my rap fame.