Freestyle Rapping

[sketch3]

the hook shud be,

creein up on *****s,
u aint herein shit.
the way deafs be,
went to k f c,
baught sum chiken
but got caught slipin

[HoodRichSucka]

Drivin' down the street with a Heathen Parade,
crash my car into a freezen lake, in need of aid.
said fuck it, blazed weed that was laced with raid.
Grade A weight but didnt stay in my brain .
Strapped grenades to my face, a basket case.
Sprayed an AK and hit my own face.
Brains and veins leaking all over the place....haha

[HoodRichSucka]

No need to trace this call, you can see blood on the wall.
I sprayed his face with mace, but thats still in the stall.
I chopped his body into pieces and ate half of him raw.
Cooked up the other half of it and conjured a bomb.
Blew up half the planet, all thats left was a storm.
Transformed the little rebels into an army of one.
Im as evil as the Devil, you can call me his son.
Gave each of them a gun and told them that its begun.
Thats all i could remember being strung out on drugs...
haha i dunno.
-it rhymes if u say the ending words in the same tone....trust me. sorta haha

[La Coka Nostra]

havent been on here in a while.
but i've been recording.
i really wanna collab with someone.
i'm tired of rapping by myself.
check out the new songs.

www.myspace.com/infamous603

[MontanaPainter]

i like the beat on 8 bars la coka

[La Coka Nostra]

thanks...none of the beats are mine though.
that one is a demigodz beat.

[UnConscious]

my train of thought is long like the penis of a horse
my potential on the mic is small, my voice is too hoarse
its coarse, too many bong hits, my schlong rips
pussy walls, my balls are wet, her cum drenches it
her lips carress my soaked and pulsing creative thought
you'd think id say cock but my mouth is too hot
i bought EarDrum, honestly its the first purchase in a year
i steal all my music, rip it, and never shed a tear
i dont care about the struggling artist, he doesnt care for me
if he did he'd rhyme, sing, and relate to stuggles I see
i be the suburban white boy living in section 8
dad left when I was 8, I hate and litigate
dont care where he ends up, prison, dead, or on the streets
he left us at a bad time, no sneekers on my feet
but enough about me cuz im not looking for your pity
im looking for some style thats perstigious, a little wity
do the ditty, if ya want to, ya have to
thats a command, obey it or ill have to smack you
just kiddin yall, im no thug or gangsta on the track
disrespect me in person and end up in a body cast
no i dont pull triggas, no i dont wear rags
no i dont kill *****s, no i dont sell bags
i sold weed once in the 10th grade to make some extra change
wasnt makin shit with schwag, found success inside the page
opened a book, imagination took off and flew high like astronauts
master plots leave me wantin to reach and perfect speech of master thoughts
my topic jumps around more that children in hop-scotch
i dont care wat you think, this is for my bros, theyre top-notch
yes bros over hoes, ill be damned if one of cupids arrows hits
im duckin and dodgein, nearly breakin my hips
my shit is brown just like everyone elses
i dont claim to be golden, people will point and laugh like nelson
im more of a comedian, jokes and punchlines to get a chuckle
heres a fact, my belt consists of a shoe-string, no buckle
im broke, i wanna get paid and live the lavish life
the fact is im lazy, no skills like travis rice
i hate the snow but yet i live in colorado
every other day the weather changes, sunny today -blizzard tomorrow
im stuck for now, only hope for escape is through school
bust my ass for perfect grades, my peers call me a fool
they talk shit cuz im lookin to better my life and get out
they pout when i swoop awards, i feel the glout
but i dont let it get to me, haters will hate, thats wat they do
its their job in this life, only goal to pursue
watch anther man blow and throw dirt on his name
some use to their advantage to gain respect and fame
lets take 50-cent for an example, got big by dissin other dudes
now hes a cocky unloyal bitch, who acts large and real rude
he has no respect for anyone, claims hes the greatest alive?
ill give him credit for being a business man, but skills on the mic, hes deprive
i dont give a fuck if this flows, or makes perfect sense in your eyes
if it sounds good to your ears, like i said before, i make this shit for my peers
throw their names up, anthony your my boy, youve always had my back
my right hand man, my number one fan, you even held that sack
when the police rolled up, snatched it outta my pocket
knew i couldnt get cought, moms would knock the eye out my socket
you took the heat, almost got beat, you know im down, any place any time
hit the celly if you need me, any face, any crime
my boy seth, wat up kid, how you been all this time?
its been too long since we chilled and kicked rhymes
smoked dimes all the time, remember the chronic out the apple?
didnt have a pipe, no papers, no stick, we heard it crackle
as we hit, it caved in and nearly killed your breath
i still remember performing heimlich, your girl screamin oh seth
haha that was the shit and you know im down again
so hit me up, well do it big and get to scratchin with the pen
scetch up a track with the facts of our life long journey
met you in 6th grade, when i stabbed that dude, said youd be my attorney
haha ima hold you to it, if i ever get into some real raw shit
ima hit you up and ill be expectin you to come swoop or perform some law shit
mitch and jordon, i can stress enough how much you have impacted my life to this point
i still remember the first time i ever hit that joint
mitch you took me under your wing when my father decided to leave
you taught me to man-up, to hold my own, bob and weave
jordon you were like a younger brother, a family i never had
you were the shit, remember the times we used to have?
remember as kids we played cops and robbers, always resistin arrest
got beat by your bother and friends but who would of guessed
we'd stop talkin, both walkin away and down some different roads
feeling weight on our shoulders, backpacks carrying the same load
we both decide school is the way to make it out
of the fucked up life and find the next route
so far these are the people that have changed me as a person
they saved my life, made it better, never worsened
only cursin in rhymes to get my point across
i owe too much, in debt, im destined to never floss
not my teeth, ignorant fool, talkin bout the big money
never taste the delicious fruits of wealth, im stuck in poor health
either my destiny is blind or im locked in the stealth
i dont know if ill live another day so i gotta live life this way
value more than material things, no rings, no ice, my skies are always grey
i pray but should i trust god, should i beleive to feel releived?
is it right that i might just live a life of deceived?
even though i tell the truth, im caught in my lies
i wish theyd all burn up like the asses of fire flies
or light up and never go dull, exposed to ever soul
see me for who i am, dont judge me by the size of my hole
i stay confined to my rhymes, im locked in and the key has been swallowed
i retract my tracks so my seeds in need cant follow
if i become a fucked up father, ill fail at my lifes greatest ambition
permision, use ammunition to riddle my brittle figure beyond recognition
seriously though, i can never let it happen
i promiss ill be there, never let their ego flatten
the day he becomes a man, her a woman, my job is done
ill look to the skies with open eyes, knowing inside ive truely won
for fun i flow freestyles and tell stories, acknowledge those in my life
it helps, even for a few minutes to escape feeling of trife
critize me, diss, and make beef outta this
but im just speaking my mind, i find peace and cant resist

[Hidden Teknique]

As my soul leaks outta the pen onto the page
I'm curious to see my story comin' of age
Got arrested last month, had court today
Paintin' of course, lead from fun to dismay
I wasn't out on the corner buyin' or sellin'
Apparently though now I'm a convicted felon?
I'm not though, luckily I got away with probation
100 hours community service, I can't be patient
Need to get this shit over and done with quick
Get my confiscated shit, do it and split
But look, writing graff and rhymes are my only expression
Gets shit off my chest and keeps me out of constant depression
And not to mention, helps relieve a lot of stress
4 hours of sleep a night, school and work, I'm a mess
But I do my best, I'm always gonna strive to win
Do a lot of stupid shit, so at night I repent for my sin
And by no means am I boasting or braggin'
It's not cool gettin carried in a Paddy Wagon
Being stopped, cuffed, and then harassed
I hold no respect for a faggot behind a badge
Drunk with power, majority of them are corrupt
I'm thinkin a lil fast, I don't mean to be abrupt
What they say is true, the pen is mightier than the sword
Verbal murder and homicide, forgive me lord
You can feel it now, lyrics so hot, causin global warmin'
Not givin' any of you a shot, nor a verbal warnin
I'll always only give you the truth, never bullshit ya
Although I'm not gangsta, piss me off I'll have to hit ya
The only clappin' you ever done was to give applause
You fake wannabe rapper, you lost without a cause...

[HoodRichSucka]

freestyle off the dome, a chrome in my hand, meant to unfold. im really spittin this fast like the blast from the gun when i pop u in the ass. you can tell im making this up, as i go. cuz its some wack as shit, no homo. not taking time to think of words, just blurbs from herbs i smoke out on the curb. haha i dont know what to do now, maybe ill leave. lace the weed pcp and take a trip oversea. once in europe ill tour the place, spray ur face with mace with no trace of disgrace. im done for now, i might look like im bad, but i had to do this, to prove im mad.....
haha srsly off the dome haha

[GeSuS_KRiST]

havent been on here in a while.
but i've been recording.
i really wanna collab with someone.
i'm tired of rapping by myself.
check out the new songs.

www.myspace.com/infamous603 (http://www.myspace.com/infamous603)
back up from the mic man the levels are way off... sounds liek your spitting on a computer mic or somthing that can handel when you get loud... but shits not bad if u want some beats holler...

[Hidden Teknique]

I'll Write an intricate and compelling story in lead or ink
Something' that is ponderous, make you have to think
Sometimes I get into a slow and akward mood
Feelin' like my emotions are bein' chopped and screwed
This life is full of trials and tribulations, a constant struggle
Mine feels like it's in bits and pieces, nothin but rubble
And fuck, I'm on probation but I usually don't get into trouble
Read my shit twice it's so nice, you think you seein' double
Have you ever been short of cash, and had to skip a meal?
You'd resort to anything to survive, constantly rob and steal
Give all the cake you make, just simply to pay a bill?
You can't afford children, so you save few bucks for the pill
It's God's will, so you consistently stay on your hustle
Don't rely on a gun, stick with the hands and muscle
Have you ever been fucked up so bad, you thought you would die?
Hooked on morphine in a hospital bed, thinkin you could fly
Or gotten completely trashed, drunk and equally deranged
Driving off the high-way doin' a over a buck and change
Dodging traffic quick, swervin cars, and switchin lanes
Having a hard time ridding of all of life's pains
Bustin' ass doin' a nine to five, yet supporting your daughter
All she wants to know why mommy is gone, why you fought her
Movin' in then next month you are being evicted
The damage on your child's life, pain inflicted
This life is the one, a son from my mother
It's a fucked up life, the one of my brother

[lololzheffer]

^^^ like ur topic


Aint Nothing But A Mix A Lyricists n A Graff Fellow
Da Verse Just Like Paint Fumes.. Get u Kids Mellow
I Get More Bombs Out On Da Town. Den Da Iraqi War
All Round Da STATE Shit Cant Map Me WHORE..
Da 1 Ya Adore.. KrazyKrac.. Iz Like That
Markers In Da Jacket.. Paint In Da BackPack
Got On More Label's(stickers) Den A Signed Artist
Aint No 1 Cross Me Yet Cuz Da Fear Da Consequence Of Being A Dead Carcass..


lost train of thought...



BAHAHAHAHAHH

[NEKEL1]

im brutal, sadistic
the onlyway to rip shit
ima stay criptic
to the end of time
the only day ul b doper than me wiv a rime is wen i quit this shit

itl neva go down like that
il stil b around from the ground il rap
as a corpse on the verse thats strivin 2 tell all demons on earth how survive in hell

[mas$]

yea
yea
whut
whut
uh huh
uh huh
yeeaaaaa!!!!
*gunshots*
what what
bare 42 2008 yeeaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh

[Small Time Crook]

my ***** Kilo D just fell right up out the blue
which is cool cuz now at least we know he's true
aint let his colors fade while we had gray days
and the brain pain that our veins crave
in strange ways never stays at bay
how can our lives be saved?
cant go to a preacher cuz im not down with jehova
called him a bitch and a pushover
see, really, i dont give two shits
on the internet its easy to be hard, i got two clips for them *****s bangin' two six
now your a witness to simplistics
Kreap deuce way more killer then Orange Juice
not getting toppled by none of yous
death been know to strike in the one two--Threes
smokin trees to maintain my composure
not a poser, in fact you've never come closer
to a ***** like me, might wanna take a picture
shitll last longer then me and ya sister, ask i was with her
venom spitter, but a cobra killer
Han couldn't compare to me when it comes to bein' Solo
ill karate kick the shit outta ya, like my name was Bolo
and when it comes to bein' Kreapy, hit up NBC
ask for Rob at suite 6633, he'll tell you everything about me...!


Edit, not a freestyle, spent maybe 7 minutes altogether on it.

[SBOMBS]

i got mad muchies cuz i jus smoke some hydro
i might ur babies so keep em on da down low
i fuck lil midgets and my dich is 10 inches
i live like rockstar par like a pornstar
my homeys take bullets for me
cuz thek know i got there back
me an my homeys pop em extasy
cuz we go mads on a bitch ass, fact
ima cook me this lady, get ur gravey on
baby ill cook u nice and slow
bite off that pinky cherry
im a meen monkey
blazin the greenest ganja
poppin bottles like theres no tomorrow
ima beast and feed on raw meat
blazin trees like theres no tomorrow
popin bottles like a beast
uz know we eat dat raw meat

[swich]

i hope the best, i confess to any foe that battle me
i put the heat to ya neck, im talkin where the apple be
got a grill and sum bar and i aint talkin bout applebees
snapple leaf blunt tastin fruity as a apple tree
and ill cap a g, wak rappers after me
bad bitches saddle me, after actin mad at me
i promise ima slap a B, 'nother hoe catastrophe
chain so bright it shine through the whole galaxy

[JEDI-MASTER]

not a freestyle but only place to drop it:
Bitch u aint my dog but ya best stay,this is a stick n move yea killa pop the canon it aint gonna take long to get n tha groove lets stick wit the plan and stick nd move
Trying b a hero, I said don’t fuckin move patna, wat ya got left to prove, better yet playboy wat u got to loose? Ya job or ya life ill let u choose
Me n homeboi loki,we jus no know en to stick nd jus wen to move, scopE out the site this aint a game we can afford to lose
Fines piling up, bills to pay, hard work all fuckin day sick and tired, always taught work smart not hard so ill let my nine speak its got a lot to say, fuck ya ethics fuck ya methods its my time to shine my time to rule
This aint for cowards or chumps , ya gotta pay to play tha quickest but most dangerous way, so quit actin a fool
if ya really talkin bout makin that green
Ya gotta knock em, be ruthlessly raw, savage and mean, rock em like the mic got ya stomach n knots flipping like a back alley hooker dyke
Once u get on a roll of knockin, and throwin on a show it comes naturally yo, u never forget its jus like riding a bike,
Grab ya heat Aim, fire,then repeat grab the loot get notorious gain fame, tired of knocking quick 7-ll jawns, start hustling getting more green than ya front lawn
wat can I say I got a hustlers ambition, man on a mission was quyick to make a buck n the game got *****s hatin tring to compete with me got young bitches trying to diss my name they rtrying hop on my dick trying skip to the end nd smash through all the hurdles jus reach out nd grab that fame
but I aint a bitch, ima run up in ya crib no mufuckin knock knock bust in ya door, hear the ticin nd the tockin of the clock final seconds aproch here the click clack of my glock trying to run the street wen I owbn the whole fuckin block
mufuckin supremacy , lights out, got u sleepin so sleep well cuz now I got ya girl caught up in my web throw on the magic got her traped in my spell, like alice in wonderland
non stop cryin,always askin wat happended nd I never get tired of lyinn but not me to leave a damsel indistress so bn me I lent a helpin hand
holla back, dick deprived slut jus needed to fuck nd she aint half bad in the sack , holla holla holla bak at ur boy I read past her n a second I lead that bitch on n she still thinkin shes still so coy thought I could b played, honey im not like them others they boys nd bitch im all grown up wat u see is a man
a man that’s got It all,cash,cars women, lowlife skum wen I fuck up to take the fall but it aint easy bn a real street og, im get tired of spitn at chall, it aint as easy as droopin a verse gets harder n harder out here to jus slang a brick much easier to bite a bullet fuck the squad car more like taken a ride n the back of a hearse ya fuck up once u done, shoulda made perfect shoulda rehearsed
guilty conscious bout to burst,many years have come nd gone, to many stories to tell behind all the skars, not enough time never enough bars except wen u facing behind them beads of sweat begin to manifest wen u feel the weight of ya sins weighting u down
don’t bitch up and freeze man up im already tired of u, ya just a frontin as fool playin gansta get out my face u make me laugh clown jus a tourist from outta town ya wana pick a fight y a wont make it throught the night
but do ya time get released on parole escape from the life, escape from your shithole pack ya bags smoke a bowl nd may bull b successful like me nd make millions singing about yo life like I did mine wen I busted out this rhyme yea son rolling in benjamins im done with my life of crime (laughs echo out)

[UnConscious]

misery im the epitome of doom
consume all thats righteous i might just smite this holy tomb
i zoom like scopes on top of 50 caliber sniper rifles
like the Eiffel i tower above every last disciple
im like michael the king of modern day entertainment
quick with payment or find yourself biting the curb of pavement
natural arrangement, you peasants inside my presence
bow to my feet, retreat, or feel the wrath of hells heavens
demonic hierarchy, satans right hand man
your shakin like a Haitian holdin dice in his hand
your sand i spit fire turn your ass into glass
one breath, seise whats left, my style you cant surpass
flash like strobe lights, one blink, im mashin on your ass
chop you up and sell you fast, black market hustler, call me cass
idy i whoop the free style i run for miles
dump the bodies in the platte and return to burnin files
you see you wont catch me purchasing cds
17 and in debt taking anything offered free
you see my heart departs from the souls of starving young artists
if they want it bad enough, theyll steal it and travel distances the farthest
the hardest thing for me is watching music become a job
its no more that a hobby that gets lost within the fog
of material things, big whips and flashy rings
when did females decide to demoralize themselves to bitches, stop rapping begin to sing

[UnConscious]

im feelin the wrath develope deep within my soul
my hands are cold, im left graspin pens to feel a whole
it doesnt work when your constantly hearing the voices
and choices of whether or not to act on nothing but noises
im tired of hearing about someones problems with me
if you got it lests solve it, unleash the problems in me
im not sayin im hard but i wont back down
take my beating with a smile never posing a frown
unless its a bad day sparked by my mothers rage
vursing at the top of her lungs another turn of the page
another day in the life id rather see it all end
id rather perch above a lava pit, just slip and fall in
im goin through some tough times but im not lookin for help
just leave my to by dispair, light the candle, watch it melt
dont offer me solutions, offer liquid resolution
drown my sorrows, watch em decay, pump my body with pollution
revolution? nad id rather watch my poor soul suffer
buffer down the frowns with round house kids and sharpened stickes, attitudes tougher
i puff her, mary jane, to ease my mind and kill the pain
pull the plug on my life and watch it all flow down the drain

[UnConscious]

it was september 15, 1935
Hitler the queen bee, in control of the hive
installed the nuremberg laws, dehumanized the lives
of every jew in germany, send down in nose dives
demoralized, deprived, and locked with the borders
developed on short notice under Adolph Hitlers orders
the shoulders shrugged, innocent lives dazed and confused
not knowing their fate, souls destined to feel bruised
gassed, shot, and burned, no mercy can be earned
they yearned for freedom and pity, none shown, stomaches churned
some lost family members, some are the sole survivors
some rode the chariot of death with satan as the driver
a fighter for the past, have to explain the history
forget stories of glittery, i preach the misery
if you cant find enough love in your heart to feel the sorrow
borrow mine, a gold mine, enough kindness to spill into tomorrow

[swich]

down south texas shiiiit....

in texas where im wrekin hataz still tryna be plexin/
ill shank ya like a mexican and take ya chain necklace/
dammit im wreckless, they know i stay throwed/
cant stop my pay roll i just let ma K go/
im fittna spray hoes, flow so saucy like alfredo/
betta lay low, steel re-arrange ya face like play-doh/
hey hoe, its easy pimpin on my leage/
swich one, get funds, VIP, No ID/
yellow bones, they eye me, ill put a deuce where her thigh be/
we both strapped up with sum purp and the high leaf/
you wanna test me? i put a mac where ya chest be/
stressed g pak a cess where my vest be/
TEST ME, hollow point through ya left cheek/
ima down south playa puttin clips where the nest be/

[Small Time Crook]

haha, swich, im feelin' that
alfredo line made me giggle cuz i work at fuckin' pizza hut.

and, so im not a fuckin post slut.

doin damage to bitches who cant manage
dont want this beef, vegan go back to the cabbage
munchin' on leaves like wascally wabbits
burnin' leaves is my bad habit
back to the trap kid
gotta, arm myself with the strap kid
because on Satan Side it's do or die, and in they face im laughin
im talkin' about the Boxwood Bitches
they come thru, gotta leave'em with stitches
and im a DJ with my deuce fin, trigger finger scratchin and itchen
then im off to the shop, where the murder plots run rampant
god damnit, flow so hot you cant stand it
Shaq's gonna advertise my style cuz it's so Icy Hot
listen to my shit to ease the pain you got

my head fuckin' hurts.:(

[freeursoul28]

NY Hustle vs LA Grind

[FrEEk_nine-o-fizzle]

i got time to rhyme to the best of my ablitys
thinking im ill when im not,ha ha silly me
words twist round my brain with mass agilty
filling me with the steez i need to spit it out, see
i got problems, too many to count. but
they matter not, so i will not pout
or spout shit yall dun care about.
all i got right now pce!!

[maybemasai]

Yo eat my shit lick my clit do a split on a tit oooo yeaaaaaa
bow down to the killa mcgilla gorilla im bettah then ghost face killa
wheres my skrilla
my dog otis wrote this piss on u lick her boot this is the dopes shit ever wrote

[Bazer]

yea
yea
whut
whut
uh huh
uh huh
yeeaaaaa!!!!
*gunshots*
what what
bare 42 2008 yeeaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh

yo, whens the album droppin son?

[sibil juggalo]

oo
alright
words grow and build within my stomach
and if i dont spit em out soon theyll find theyre way out my back
and rip and attack and take advantage of what i lack
to open my mouth and explain it and say that
so i dont respect my rhymes thats why i write them in crap
im not invincible even more im not confident i feel my ego crack
and break, bones dont break they only bruise
its all been said its only old news
i just hope someday this death grip learns to go loose
squeeze and confide and choke out the last bit of laughter
again ill hide because it aint no happy after
this bastard! please dont refer to me as master
because i cant speak quick but my words to say are only breeding faster

[GraffitiEast2008]

Got my krylon with the fat cap/and the mic so now i rap/ i keep a marker on my lap/
Soo if i see my spot dissed/ ima twissed the lid off/ and show you now im really pissed off/
put a big T.O.Y on you/ and show u who runs what/ and who runs who/with one simple color i choose blue/ JUST QUIT WRITING/ and stop beef CUZ ILL KEEP FIGHTING/ SHIT HURTS just like lighting/Now its time to pay off dues/by next tues / or u will be singing blues/ TIME TO CHOOSE/ its all over no winign u just loose

[Hidden Teknique]

Yo, I, I Get Money, money I'm paid
My name is 50 Cent, I make music to get played
I don't give a fuck about quality music
I got Eminem and all of G-Unit
Just kicked out Young Buck, the last one with any skill
I'm done with him, now I got more money in the paper mill
I ruined Mobb Deep's career aren't y'all proud of me?
I lied a little before, not shot 9 times more like three
Yet y'all still buyin my shitty whack tracks
Couldn't even beat Kanye that shit is facts
My albums progressively get worse and worse
Shit son, signing to Aftermath must a been a curse
I had y'all faggots lovin' my track window shopper
You all listen to a gay, because I'm a dildo hopper!
You all copped my gay book Pieces to Weight
If you didn't you all lames because you just hate


Idk, heard Top Billin' thought of I Get Money
So I decided to make fun of 50 Cent's Lame Ass

I'll drop another freestyle later...

[brainlord]

damn you and unconscious have been tearing this thread up
nice stuff

[Panda Jerk]

im the HipHopHipottamus my lyrics are bottomless....

[WoeInfinite]

Yo, I, I Get Money, money I'm paid
My name is 50 Cent, I make music to get played
I don't give a fuck about quality music
I got Eminem and all of G-Unit
Just kicked out Young Buck, the last one with any skill
I'm done with him, now I got more money in the paper mill
I ruined Mobb Deep's career aren't y'all proud of me?
I lied a little before, not shot 9 times more like three
Yet y'all still buyin my shitty whack tracks
Couldn't even beat Kanye that shit is facts
My albums progressively get worse and worse
Shit son, signing to Aftermath must a been a curse
I had y'all faggots lovin' my track window shopper
You all listen to a gay, because I'm a dildo hopper!
You all copped my gay book Pieces to Weight
If you didn't you all lames because you just hate


Idk, heard Top Billin' thought of I Get Money
So I decided to make fun of 50 Cent's Lame Ass

I'll drop another freestyle later...

haha i cant help but read the first few lines to the beat of slob on my knob
hahahahaha thats dope

[Small Time Crook]

with that fresh urine taste..!


when im up on the mic
it's like, a fight for my life
*****s barin they teeth, they wanna take a bite
they might, if they allowed
but i snap in combat
and you soft like puppy chow
dont try and bite cuz im hard like heavy metal
im a flower that's short a couple petals
thats means im fuckin' crazy
nutso, aint never afraid to spray these
vocals from my philangies or my G U Ns, see
fuck a battle, bitch i bring in chemical warefare
spit shit thatll make ya kids be born deformed
i straight up dont care
aint got time for petty fakes that hate
then they get treated like bitches, out they mouths i slap the taste
call yaself great, hoe you a space waste
a load that shoulda been swallowed
me llamo Solo Kreap, y si, soy malo

[sketch3]

ur in shark infested waters,
scream but no ones lissenin,
like genrals who, bark protsted orders,
my shits raw like,
the dark an twisted thaughts of,
fathers who start molesting daughters,

[Hidden Teknique]

You know Hidden Tek, lyrical verbal assault poet
Lethal with a pen, deadly on a mic you know it
The kid, the officially underrated lyrical disaster
Holds a tongue that stays sharper than a dagger
Verbally stab ya watch ya retreat and stagger
Lyrical master, got more wordplay you think I'm playin scrabble
Honestly do you really want to freestyle battle
You'll have a quick run, end up 6 ft beneath gravel
Your lines I'll break and ya conscience I'll rattle
To you I always remain a superior constant threat
When I take the mic I make you fret and sweat
Probably laid down your life saving on me I bet
Don't worry I'll make you a mil, not leave you in debt

...Outta nowhere

[Small Time Crook]

im a fuckin' sith lord, like the pope
no joke
im broke, so ill take ya future and ya hope
got these guns and this bandana
soon im runnin around like the mad hatter
without manners
make you brain go splatter
sound waves strain and spray thru matter
all these cats finna scatter
while my pockets get fatter.
a spic not a cracker
workin in different factors
take you down like catepillar tractors do trees
speakin of these, i need to burn'em but they aint for free
G's on the internet threatenin' to kill me
but them bitches is silly, for really
gotta tranquilize and pill me

[brainlord]

i wrestle these words and strong arm them when they grab hold
tearing at my clothes and leaving these winter nights cold
i have to beat them down and strip them of their confidence
so they come around and my sentences can make sense
when i compose them they jump up and bite the hand that writes
shit call me a loser because im still losing these fights
i might never get it right may never write poetry
but honestly ill keep fighting because im done with society

[AnteUp]

im a constant controversy
you cant even converse with me
pullin the middle finger out. hey look and see!
im to tired to pout, im pissed beyond belief,
it was fucking 4/20 and i didn't have reef?
im ready for beef, time to eat,
when ante chimes in, take a seat...

[CorrereLaCitta]

Ah shit man come on mate
with lyrics like that you sound like you are eight
you pulling your finger out i will get my knife and cut it off
then I will set your crew on fire burning them with a Molotov
fucking hell aint no messing around
that’s why I always come threw with the dope sound
I see you up in a gay bar
I be there too stabing pricks with a razor
Fuck with me I always going for another round
You will be on ground seeing how your pink shirts red now
After this verse you will see
That this Texas chump aint got nothing on me

[Small Time Crook]

im a heat seeker, i only know how to destroy
when i employ the best tactics that bring me joy
oh boy is what ill be screamin when your body vaporizes
full of different suprises to yawls surmises
wearing different disguises to catch yall blindsided

killed a cop now i sit in a cell and rot
they waitin to inject me, dispense me, put me in a grave plot
get rid of the sin within that had to begin when i was a kid
couldnt commit to false fuckin' faiths, jehovas witnesses preachin fake
pastor tellin more lies, rackin up the cash
then one day i grabbed a mask, and fuckin' hung his ass
hanging up lookin jesus on the crucifix
family threw me away cuz my brain was just to sick
i snapped on a nun and made her swallow my cum
cuz i was armed to the tongue, with blades and guns
had some fun then they had me on the run
hid out in a jewish temple, where they talk about the same god
but then they laugh with me when we say christ is a fraud
dont matter, gotta kill these zealots too
they as evil as the ones before, what did i do?
i grabbed a star of david sculpture, beat the rabbi to a pulp, sir
then when the women and children started crying
it was because they families were dying,
right in front of they eyes an
they couldnt stop it prevent it
to death they all sentenced
i could bring up the muslims but i given my two pennies
murders a plenty

and another...

when im bored, im a BS whore
not thru many threads ill explore
except when GA and keystyling seem like a chore

well, im all outta juices kids, night.

[Hidden Teknique]

I write and rhyme til the pen's ink is dry
Go until my tank is on E, just like the oil supply
Until the lead from the number 2 is whittled down
I drop gems like diamonds in the ruff still un-found
The room on my paper is starting to run out
So memorizing my rhymes is what I'm about
It's a shame that today there are so many talented emcees
People don't even know, they like WU-TANG KILLA BEES!
Wu is good I don't have a fuckin problem with their sound
But I don't care about kids gettin shot on the playground
I mean yeah it was alright the first couple times
But it gets quite redundant in all of their rhymes
I like an emcee who tells a real story in their songs
Somethin' like how they righted their worst wrongs


Freestyle from when I was drivin' down the highway earlier today.

[UnConscious]

I'm pure evil
I feast on priests and hang and drain bodies from church steeples
Bulimic, I purge people
Scenic, see curb fecal
Not shit but reminisce what's left of tooth's chipped
Bloody and broken jaws, necks caved your left in aw
Jaw dropped, heart stopped, ice cold your in shock
Knees lock, going no where and ya better not scream
Lean from visions of this mean green team
Servin' up fiends
No rings but we're the undisputed champs
From stealin' amps to rockin' the mic, were burnin' up this motha fuckin' camp
You can sit down and trade stories of glory
But test these nuts and get game shot like Robert Horry
Forty quarts of blood and mud will flood from gapping wounds
Arabic connects will flex, flesh eaten, retreatin' bones to sand dunes
Some say I'm cynical, obscene, deprived, enticed
Because I'll Rip ya pinnacle, devour your splien with chives and rice
My aim is precise, I throw bullets like Carson Palmer
Cannibalistic and lethal, I eat people like Jeffery Dahmer
The fumes of gunshots only huffed and puffed by the killers
Resurectin' bodies with shotties like zombies from Michael Jackson's Thriller
We'll fill a million oil barrels with peril
Ship half to the white house, half up the golden stairwell
Fairwell to the grace of god, the face and pod of dark lotus
Vaccination assassination, inject hate straight into the face of the last P.O.T.U.S.
Erode us with case flow and we'll stop in our tracks
Only stacks can stop attacks of truth and pure facts

[sketch3]

im nutty like a crack bunner,
whos been tweakin since last summer,
pissin of gun runners,
condcut trouble like i was metal during thunder,
man of steel, aint no kyrptonite,
when i grip the mike,
wont wanna pick a fight
get ur neck slit with a knife,
im on sum stealth shit tonight
wont even relise till i hit the lights,
thinkin it was mobsters that wacked ur parents, an hit ur wife,
hand me a spliff to light,
or kiss ur life,
goodbye,good god and good ridens,
u still try to maintain ur hood image,
you should bin it,
or else ill pop ur eye like spinache

[AnteUp]

im nutty like a professor,
hard wood like a dresser,
fucked up in a strecher,
my life in a compacted letter,
call it a best seller,
and call me the best nailer,
i am... a never failer...
i'm hearty like a sailor.
rape you like a neighbor,
foot in your ass, custom tailored.

lmao.

[Hidden Teknique]

Believe me I'm tryin' hard to achieve
The best I can be, I will not deceive
I don't walk to the same beat of the drum
Like most of 'em, I don't have a gun
I'd rather battle verbally or with my fists
Tongue lashin', or knuckles and wrists
I'm not from the ghetto I reside in the sticks
I don't push weight and I don't move bricks
I don't resemble cracker wiggers or redneck hicks
African, Asian, Indian or Caucasian we all in the mix
So what does it matter, color, race, or creed?
We all are built the same and we all fuckin bleed
We've all sinned, and done the dirty deed
From our mother's stomachs and our fathers seed
So honestly Hip-Hop should be a united culture
Underground out of the media and industries exposure
Whether you are rappin' or taggin'
B-boyin' or on a DJ backspin'

Quickie..

[Small Time Crook]

I sit here, tally up my regrets
Weed smoke fumigates the room, helps me forget
Then I urge for a cigarette
Dont wanna deal with half the shit I put up wit
I aint strong enough to lead the life I live
So why'd I'd git given it
I dont even make sense no more, just babble
one marble in my dome goes rattle rattle
in constant circles, spinning
for me there aint no winning
Im so tired
Im giving up
Im called a liar
But I give naw fuck
Police wanna handcuff I throw up blue rags
*****s wanna beat me, but I got black mags
Unload'em all is my callin' card
Ballin hard til I die, or til I get beaten and made a retard
or til im a fuckin' cripple
bitch, I'm fuckin' simple
two syllable rhymes compared to your one and I pop off pistols like they pimples
yeah, im a real criminal, even if i aint been to county
i wont hesitate to cut you up so ***** dont doubt me
i wont be afraid to load and buck, if you crowd 'round me
get me up in a cylindrical death trap
and i dont listen when political heads yap
runnin off at the mouth, do you realize were goin into recession
that aint a good thing, aint a blessin
my patients being tested
so i think the governmentll have to learn a lesson
when i go up on the streets armed to the teeth, guns and vest and
its gonna be a gritty revolt
the city'll be repulsed
like parents hearing they kids was touch by the priest
your brain takes in my words and feasts
what a treat
i am the product of my own victory and defeat
self conquer, because only then will i prosper
and if you gonna come at me, best come proper
mind your Q's and P's
or you will see
a beast unleashed in me
keep my name off ya tongue
Solo Krook *****, want some come get some
1.8, 666, I got the Satan Side
and this way of mine
is do or die
so dont even try, to cope
cuz under pressure you choke
well i shine brighter then diamonds
spit louder then roarin lions
Shit is All That I Am.


little somethin' i threw up, i mean.. together.

who's finna hook it up with a deal now? haha..

[HëRbN]

Small time you got skills,
but you still robbin old folks to pay yo bills,
So while you rattle and babble ima get to it
Spit alittle something to show ya how i do it.
Cause you be mumbling, lyrically stumbling
Like a penguin on thin ice
ice used to splice lice twice,
Twice as nice as, I am..
Sophisticated, Classic, Lyrically Elastic
Your made of plastic
Like a little toy car
Breakable, mistakeable, eraseable,
Incapable
A malformed Commodity
I got that Vocabular Hypocrysy
Theres just no stoppin me,
A rise to the top, ya see?
Of a pet shop
Through use of a ladder.
Upon the floor like clatter,
Nothin sadder, than blood spatter
Of small fuzzy hamsters
Put into canisters and slid down banisters
Juxtopostion put into position for commission
By multinational manufacturers of... Meaning
I dont beleive in the conspicious consumption,
Of blind folded cannon fodder without gumption
But feed up Little lamb
Gorge like a blacksmith at a free forge

Walk tall and carry a big stick
to lite a fire you need a big wick
And to slide it doesnt have to be slick
Slide it back untill you hear a click
and stop thinking with your....
Unlock the trueth,
The futures alittle pale
Home of the Free,
But one whale of a jail
Is it really free if theres a fee?
What could you do?
What could you be?
It doesnt matter, its not up to you!
Come forth like words from the mouth
Reside in the south
Keep it real like TV
Great white? I just might be.
Eternally, Simply, Majesty
Mythical skills spit mathmatically
Joking?
Yeah..... i must be...

Seriously man. you got a good flow. props son im just fuckin around. i spit silly shit

[HëRbN]

i spit lyric so quit its absurd
have your head spinnin like a toilet to a turd
hah! i dont even need ta be serious!
cause i spit sick shit so quick ya get delerious.
And i dont need no glocks or no knife
cause you wont even see nor hear me before i take you life
you be walkin to ya mama's house, while im sneakin up
im a walkin shadow and i may be yours.
so by the time you think somethins up, son you already fucked
give you that ninja neck snap n leave you twitchin
spinal cord disconnected no reason for no stitchin
then fade back to the shadows something like a ghost
then take out any unfortunate witnesses, son they all toast
i dont mean to boast but ill burn every last mofucka like a spit roast
cops come on seen to peep all the anarchy
thats when they know its gotta be me
every dude on the block lyin dead
but with no knife wounds no gun shots to the head
cuz its straight assassin shit when i break bread
dont need no steel or no lead
just my hands n maybe a syringe
that is if im on a lethal dosage binge
stick you and let you walk
after a few minutes you be feelin like you were split by a toma hawk
startin to stumble now
try and get help but all you can do is mumble now
bitch whos humble now
told you not ta test me
nothin can hold me back not even a levy
cause i do shit dirty somethin like katrina
make sure no body comes to your aid for days
take out a court sapena
cause you got big and now you gone something like selena
Now that done with ya roll up the syringe and stick in a breifcase
stroll down the street and call 911 fo ya while a breath safe.
But its to late
cause youll be D O A, Dead on arrival
No chance for survival
cause fool when i want to i get primal



Uhh! haha i was feelin that one. Whatchu got crook? ; )

[sketch3]

i weild ancient magic and the might of druids,
to drain your vital fluids,
use a knife to do it,
blood flowin like zombie films when they sight a new kid,
to feast on, fresh meat,
kick you in the testes,
if you adress me,
without respect b,
see ur breath leave,
out the gash in ya chest peice,
ur up death creek,
not ready to battle,
tryin to use ur leg bone for a paddle

[Clowney-Cakes]

first time in a while...lol

yo, you think you spit fire, but i spit ice,
i have you runnin scared like an elephant when they see mice.
theres somthing about by rhymes, like mrs dash with the extra spice
i know im white, and i dont give a shit
ill work my way up from the bottom of the pit
you all know i dont lie, im true when i spit.
typin this shit out i fell like a fool
im just wastin time, i should be doin shit for school
so i guess ill end this line.
stay true stay real, and you all can rake in thos dimes

[La Coka Nostra]

just recorded this, but i'll post the text version for yall
not a freestyle.

at nighttime i write rhymes on old scripts and papers
i rip bible pages and roll splifs with your savior
take a holy hit, holy shit, sniff the vapors
Infamous'll grip the stainless and I'll leave you bitches brainless
don't get it twisted, I'm Infamous, not in-famous
It's because my spit is heinous and attracts alot of haters
matter fact, fuck you. I wanna remain nameless
So I can be like Slim Shady before he dropped my name is
But before you know it, I'm at the top of this rap shit
Cause I'm doin big things like fuckin a fat chick
I'll drop three hits that score, and call it a hat trick
Increase my demographic and have you faggots doin backflips
I'll make you an example by stabbin you down to the blade handle
Write a rhyme in your blood and spit it over your DNA sample
Go ahead and hate cause I never lived in section 8
Just another death for the cops to investigate

again...if anyone in here raps for real, and they wanna do a track with me...holler.
i'm lonely :)

[HëRbN]

technically for a freestyle battle to work on here wouldnt it have to be a poll or something? how do we know who would win the battle?

[Clowney-Cakes]

hiddin you suck and all your shit is pre written...get at me KID.

[Hidden Teknique]

Hah!

and Herbn it would most likely be clear who won or who didn't, although if you wanted to get official, a poll is chill.

[Small Time Crook]

not that im proud, but im a fuckin alcoholic
an' you know things is going down when i get to callin
stallin.. for time
while i think up a new line
because everyones getting bored, with the same shit in each rhyme
side note, to them *****s wearin black and tan
yawl boys best be hoping i dont see yawl again
might beat me once, because you caught me by my lonesome
but ill fling bullets at you bitches, even if i got to throw'em
alright, back onto the main focus
i make petty mc's disappear with some criss angel hocus pocus
mindfreak'em, they tweakin', stop'em from speakin
make it rain anyday of the year, 'cept holidays and weekends
i glisten like prisms under bright light
not because of the mic but because im fuckin' white
in fact, the microphone is a cold bitch
treats me like shit, and she spits in my face
but it's okay, i kinda like the taste

[KrazyKrac]

freestylin dis on the duffle bag boy instrumental by lil wayne ..


big black n dangerous.. my bags a beast homes
yall get more text in ya bodys.. den ya bithc fone
lyrically insist on.. disfigurin each bone
my rhymes haunt ya ... so ull never be alone
I COME... for the eastend ...when da trash if fulla bodies
where da bloods originated.. n now killin kids a hobbie
NOBODY.. knows how our fates sealed..dis real
deep bruises in da soul from childhood dat wont heal
putta bounty on ya head make ya da headless horsemen
with ya dull rhymes... ur demented more den
a silly little 6 year old.. dat hasnt even grown yet
u still insist to front like you hard..ur life has no object
make u loose ur life like druggies who homeless
u hold less weight... n i just ruthless
u aint a genious... so dont inisit on ya 2 cents
aint passed like blues yet... commercial is clueless
hiphops saviour da don of rap.. come baack 2 bring u to it
steel city da spot.. east end n Big T da movement
coutin da minutes.. on da clock movin atta fast pace
got a full hand of kings ? aint beatin me .. cuz i got full ace
no place for kids this where the boys grow to men
da men die young.. n da young get by without em
no remorse for da weak cuz i bring da revolution
Che Gevara of rap.. get past i aint losin
beat more rappers down.. den astronomical figures
bring a sense of danger like enviornmental pictures

[UnConscious]

Unconscious brings infernos, blistering when i burn those
Who step to me lyrically, leave em trippin like ecstacy
Next to test these get chopped up with machetes
Down in the ground 6 feet deep, depleted mortuaries
Torture, torch and burry my foes, baseball bats pull out facts
Hats get twisted, end up missin, when your snitchin like rats
Backs get watched or get stabbed with long knifes
Can't trust a soul but yourself, thats what we call life
Its a dirty world, out to get you, better wear protection
Better be strapped with gats and plenty jimmies for erections
Bitches will cross you, claim they virgins when they aint
No condoms in the paint, see pink but miss the taint
Its obsurd the way my words never hit their target
Theyre primed and ready to explode but get thatched like margaret
Skimmed, bit, and stolen like holdin a golden slogan
Take my shit and youll have to factor your fears like joe rogan
Hulk hogan, Im a beast in the ring, I feast on your team
Only time I stop rhymin is when im asleep in a dream
Check that, thats a lie cuz I rap while unconscious
Spit a lyrical cyclone, spinnin words makin you nausious
Be cautious don't step too soon or speak too loud
Awake the sleeping giant and witness mushroom clouds
Ask nagasaki, heroshima, all of japan
I'll drop atomic catastrophic bombs: little boy and fat man
Fat fans, fat emcees, we are what we eat
I devour entire record companies at my feet
My throne is higher than the highest mountain, it lies in the heavens
But I reside here locally, out front of seven elevens
I gotta eat so I sell anything that I can
From amps to watches to movies, even collect tin cans
Music cd's, ipods, even local emcees
Promote concerts, events, but nothing is free
You gotta pay to get my service but don't get me wrong
If you need some sucky sucky I got the girl for your schlong
She'll sing you a song while your hittin and rippin thongs
Bouncin her titties and slappin your balls back and forth like ping pong
Jokes, but on the real, you need it and I got you
So many connects in my phone, one tone and they flock through
Birds of a feather stick together, if your dope, your stuck to me
Slashin and gashin emcees, verbally murder heards of sheep
A word with me, words of the wise, I preach factual lies
Contradicting advice, see the despise in my eyes
Your like flys, circle around shit, eat it and die
Hide facts behind your backs, read it in skys
How can you possibly, whole heartidly, believe in one god
Or any god for that matter, it all seems facade
Just a way to escape fate, a sence of false security
Pure or unpure, sin or not, does it matter, its all obscurity
Hearing me talk, write or rap a couple thoughts
Should provoke a million minds to grasp goals never once sought
I speak of inlightening minds, whether grime, grit, or intellectual
Hopefully I serve my purpose, stimulate minds beyond just sexual
Perpetual, I have yet to reach peak so Ill keep climbin
Rhymin is my tweak, a fiend for verbal hurtles, jumpin and jivin
Swing to the next tree, a monkey in the concrete jungle
Bombaclot, Jamacan Don Dada, you don't wanna rumble
You don't wanna ramp wit me, I taunt and flaunt the cheese
Call me chester, I'll fester your sores, leave you beggin on your knees
I switch up the flow, from dirty, to clean, to dirty, im supreme
The ultimate, the highest seat, my feet crush self esteem
Extreme on high beams, blindin competition with precision
Deer in my head lights, frozen, you better make a decision
Join me or join my enemies, you make the choice
My voice and words are sometimes slurred but I always show poise
Fair warning, I'll have you know, the grass is greener on my side
The finer things in life, no wave tips us, we ride tides
We jive, slide, our prides high, never slip into slums
Never changin like bums, always rangin with guns
Take your jewels to the market and make instant cash
Were gone in a flash, murk you and surf distances fast
The past, the present, the future, Im ghostin control
Take out the next assigned squad when you post up patrol
I roast up a bowl, stay lifted like elevators
I'm open to ideas but short fused and snap like aligators
The last time I was this high and freestyled a verse
Was the last time I felt alive and keystyled a curse
Which witch doctor can cure the pain in my head
Darkening and evil rooted, demonic thoughts, injected with lead
Neurotoxic, paralyzing your thoughts, your words begin to slur
Apoptosis, hypnosis, corrosive, a lethal dosage, images blurr
No longer in control of your mind, you find I'm captain of the ship
Terrified, locked in shock and blind, this time I napkin your spit
Catch your drool before ghouls lurk and climb out of pools
Fool for thinking the wrong, wrong for thinking the fool
Tools embeded in heads of foolish ghouls thinking they cool
Nothing left for me to rhyme, so this time Ill use rule
Fuck it, I'm done, I quit, no more bars for me to spit
Time for bed, sleepy time, hasta lavista bitch

[Small Time Crook]

decided to get up on that duffle bag boy instro as well


it's so easy for people to mention a gangs name in a line
but they dont even represent a certain fuckin' side
sure they was raised up wittem, but never turned out
look at me i got flipped in and im a motherfuckin burnout
ill split you like a blunt, you get all cut up
then ima smoke you like what i split
please dont be a-hatin, bitch
dont it please you that im evil, and stay reppin Satan Side
sure I used to call it A-street, up until the name died
with an old persona
and if anyone steps through my door that boys a goner
even tho i dont pack much heat, i got somethin' to defend me from the streets
cuz *****s out churr, they all just wanna eat some beef
that im servin, drunkin speech, now im swervin
on the highway, make it my way, cuz i dont get high pay
so i gotta hustle a little somethin' somethin' to make my day straight, eh
i know im kinda off tonight, but a fuck i give naw much
and *****s still get offended, get they panties in a bunch
like bananas, in groups they all scatter when i shoot
because you may be hard but son you aint bulletproof
hell, even 50 cent lies
***** was shot like 3 times
what happened to the other six that equal the nine?

not so much tonight, sorry :(

[FrEEk_nine-o-fizzle]

i fuck wiminz so hard i brake thems vertibrae, and leave em lying there on the bed, crippled in pain
some ppl might think abuse like is quite insane, like i give two shits and a fuck what haters say. i live day to day like most cats live pay to pay, but thats my way, i dont have too much time left to play.

thats all i got for you mofos for now

[UnConscious]

Internet kiddies buckin shots? now thats a mother fuckin joke
You words must be lies or your just high like D-Lok
Hide behind cloaks, false personality, on the net you are what you arent
Claim your hardcore using words like *****, your white and act like you arent smart
I'll play my part, expose your false and bring the facts
Cuz the truth is, you internet emcees is all whack
You don't hop in the cyphers, you can't freestyle of the top
You take time to think but still sound small like pop rocks
While I pop shots, my words are hollow points, I take aim
Squeeze the trigger, watch the hammer explode and spark a flame
Creativity is everlasting, so call me the circle
You internet kids is more nerdy than family matters steve urkel
You talk about the grime and violence that you see on t.v.
I preach the images in my mind, silencing fake emcees
So talk about something that you know much about
You gay emcees, fish out the water, rainbow trout
Talk about your pride parades and your homosexual raves
Talk about suckin cock for drugs and sitting on the computer all day
Ill hop on here and there to see if anythings fresh
Not to my surprise, technique and I, flowin the best
Don't stress just step your game up and rap what you see
Rap about yourself, white suburban homosexual emcee
Rap about playin sports, drivin, politics, what you see on the knews
Don't put on the gangster mask once youve downed a few brews
Be real, true to your self thats the most important thing
If you don't have money, then don't rap about bling
If you don't have royalty, then don't rap about kings
If you can't fly, then don't rap about wings
It's easy, rap about everything effecting you in life
The true story, girls, family, just jump in the cyph
Even if its just you, start flowin out loud
Don't get down on yourself, lift your head above the clouds
Shit, go ahead and rap about jesus or smokin the herb
Pleasure or pain, if your poor, rap about sittin on the curb
Sippin on some burb, I don't care, I'm just tired of hearin gangster
When your on the internet sayin this shit, you sound hella wankster
Be a prankster, rap about jokes you play on friends
Rap about your life so far and all of the dead ends
Talk about where youll be here in a couple of years
5, 10, 20, rap about driving and shifting gears
Be original, rap something no one else has ever spit
Don't keep coming with the same lines, loading bullets into clips
Or killing mother fuckers or slanging drugs to make some cash
Rap about your family history, your childhood, your past
Who you would be in the next life or even in previous
If your demonic and cynical then spit the devious
But I'm bettin if you were a real killer, you wouldnt be on this site
You would be out hunting down your next victim, avoiding light
Creeping in all black, lurking in shadows, following slow
Cocking back a stolin gat, emptying shells, even reload
Dump another clip, just not giving a shit
But the fact is your still here, your whole style is bit
Fakes will be fakes and the real will be real
Fakes get found in lakes, while the real kill for meals
So take my advise and rap what you really stand for
Shit, rap about graffiti describe to the core
Give every detail, don't hold anything back
Just stop rappin about gats and start movin the pack
Be a leader not a follower, just be original
Be yourself, your own identity, an individual

[Hobbes]

Nowadays everyone has gotta front
when compared to OGs they just a little runt
back in the day you could have your own way
walk down the block and hear bullets spray
what the fuck is the police gonna say?
fuckit
nah they'd rather duck it
turn their head 'cause they care less whos dead
but thats all done 'n said, in the past
'n most them OGs, nah they didn't last
so why is it today people still like to say
"i'mma catch you with my gat 'n watch them bullets spray"
when everyone knows homies just frontin'
'cause you know homie will be runnin' -when they comin,
with the real steal, the shit you can feel
cause a word isn't tangible but much more manageable
and easy to take back, but once you fire a gun, 'n hit someone then splat,
ain't no take backsies 'cause you got trigger happy
forensics nowaday will make sure that you pay for the ***** you just lay
but in the end its okay, 'cause you lived up to your word
'n now you act like its fuckin' absurd, you took a homies life just to act trife
'n now your the one thats doin' 25 to life
so if you ask me wheres my steel I'll tell you that I'm real
and my fist is the only thing you'll feel,
by the time I'm done with you, your gonna wish I had a gat,
'cause the scars I'm leavin' you will sure as hell last
but if I can't be the victor in the victory
then at least you'll see me walkin' around in the streets
even if you take me, you still cannot break me
tought like wood, but not invincible
as long as I ain't hurt bad, I still got principle
'cause you mighta schooled me, and got a lil rep
but I'll always get up, 'n get mad respect

How was that?

["Riot"]

Ay listen.
ay listen.

got bloodstains on my shirt cause ill spit until it hurts.
blood pissin from my nose cause of vicious flows.
turned into an alcoholic who listens to diabolics and trunk bumps like hydraulics.
hit it and forget it,nothin more,grab that 40 and swig it.
mind of ignorance,can you trick it? or can you dig it?
flick my bic and your gonna shoot up in flames.
your just a punk bitch who drops names.
bitchin about how he doesnt have enough fame.
Ill sniff out your fine feline like a cocaine k9.
oops i gave you the wrong bag, now your blowin up fake lines.
insisting your high,give it another try.
Im in a mental war and done gone AWOL.
yeah ill blow that eightball.
usually nice,but truthfully i just hate yall.
hey einstein your fuckin dumb.
stick your face in that bag and dont stop until your numb.
stay ripped,stay dipped,thats rule of thumb.
takin everyday as it comes.
woo i got a tummyache,search for a tums.
triple stack buddah,stick it under my tounge.
body goes numb,in need of a hug.
fuck with me catch a lyrical slug.
your beat down like the living room rug.
grab that 40 and chug.
find a fly cutie and im ready to smash it.
bash it,mash it,slash it.
have that bitch tight on the chain.
we the shit and you just a poopstain.
youll just fade away in a fatal day.
so live it as you may.
kick back,relax,chief on that j.

[Methree]

It might take a few readovers to get the flow.

Hobbes shit was tight, if I might say
I'd rather read his shit, than yours anyday
hes like a 100 grand bar mixed in with the hershays
not frontin, while every other bar is like "plz purchase meh"
and for an mc, I'm wack and i know it
im not so proud but ill show it
cuz i know the production will close it
at least when my beats hit your speaks
they'll be original UNIQUE
leaving you short of speech
but within reach to think
about how much you need to cleanup
cuz your lifes on the brink
dont let it wash away
down the drain of your kitchen PIPES
oh my I went in a different direction than you were seizing
cuz im sporatic and change with the seasons
cant direct me i'll drift in this oxygen ocean til im seasick
I work slow, but think quick
that's how I managed to insult you ---------------------------------- --------|
without you realizing it ------------------------------------ --------| (yea these lines suck)
give a fuck what you ponder
as long as my resime doesn't include
1 hit wonder
if you cant see whats wrong with rap right now you must be
stevie wonder
at least we got people workin to restore the name of hip hop
like the 9th Wonder
and i wonder how many times i can rhyme wonder with wonder
well here's another
I'm slightly super you can call me wonder....
..woman.....oh shit.
Well that's my stab at this freestyle ish.

[La Coka Nostra]

i wonder how many times i can rhyme wonder with wonder?


what the fuck?

[Hidden Teknique]

As the beat booms from the boombox
Dudes on the corners sellin' the rocks
Hip Hop seems to have lost it's way
New jacks sayin' Em is from back in the day
They lost their way, 4 elements in Hip Hop
You ain't gangsta just because you crip walk
You got the b-boys and the backspin DJs
And each emcee could rhyme for days
The movement of Art and Graff
4 parts equals Hip Hop I can do the math
Hip Hop, I'm choosing that path
Rip up the mic, express my wrath
Scratchin while the emcees rappin
On the corner dudes is trappin'
To the sounds of the boombox beat
The b-boy tears it up, gets you outta your seat
Burners adding colors to the dead brick walls
Better than advertisements from the local strip malls
Hip Hop is slowly on it's downfall, you can see the decay
We gotta breathe life in it starting today

ehh, off the dome.

["Riot"]

The teacher,immortal speaker.
the real mcee,up infront of class takin action.
up here getting total satisfaction.
this freestyle shit finally caught traction.
beat on the bests chest.
hear that?
thats the voicebox thatll make your head rock.
so what if i didnt grow up on the block.
slangin rocks,havin mad bitches up on my jock.
you need to realize its almost nine oclock.
call me jack the rippa,the best.
puttin whack mcees to rest.
rip off your shirt exposing your breasts.
reach into your chest.
tearing you apart searching for the unfound heart.
internal physco spittin raging cyclones.
uneducated man fighting robotic clones.
you cant spit like your missing chromosomes.
enough of that im staying content.
rockin the mic one hundred ten percent.


little freestyle.
legit?

[AnteUp]

im so horror-core,
i'll drown your body in a lake,
and make it sank into the aquifors.

[Methree]

i wonder how many times i can rhyme wonder with wonder?


what the fuck?
Just having fun.

[La Coka Nostra]

written verse.

i'm the type to fill clips and leave your body with holes
men in black like will smith and tommy lee jones
watchin you flow is like a fuckin comedy show
if your rhymes are so hot, how come the audience froze
fuck the crowd, i dont stop for applause
i dont stop spittin until your bodies covered in gauze
When you tried to diss me, i watched you struggle and fall
i'm comin to brawl and leave your fuckin blood on the walls
it's nothin at all...haters on my nutsack, fuck that
Just refrain to speak my name from that hole below your mustache
and plus, i clutch gats, trust i'll bust back
I'll scorch your hair off and leave you bald like Kojak
You'll be rockin a toe tag, and a brand new hairdo
fuck with me? I'll leave you stiff like bamboo
Yo, you're shit is wack, with your crappy gimick rap
I'll make your lid collapse like I'm stacking fitted hats

[aeSOP.314.]

i pull out my weiner and wiggle it around
its much much meaner than any thug in your town
tell you girl get on her knee and swallow it down
so next time i see you, im calling you a clown
i smoke that dro, so you know it aint brown
thats the color of my hash, it dont make you frown

uhh yeah..............hallaluja holla back

[HëRbN]

You wanna talk bout hardcore?
Im somethin like a cannibalistic carnivore.
Bitch your just a hip hop whore
Quick to jump on the bandwagon
You spit shit, i spit flames lika dragon
so take yo rainbow shoes n that straight bill cap,
and turn the fuck round cause you dont know the first thing bout rap
You aint from the streets, never even seen a d block
thats the hood of the hood son,
where people pack K's nota glock
You just think your hard cause you bump 2 pac
Listen to hidden teknique, cause you need a history lesson
Hip hop aint a phase man, its a lifestyle its a blessin
So quit stressin and tryin ta front
cause we can all tell it aint purp in that blunt
you jus another internet kid tryin to act big
cause real recognize real, and thats the real deal
Theres a few of us on here that spit lyrical steel
So get a feel, fo who you messin with before you drop lines
Hidden, Nostra, Crook, unconcious yeah they know whats up
dont go gainst them less you wanna get fucked up
cause all you do is talk bout how your gunna buck
this is the internet fool so shut the fuck up
Show us you got some skills and quit the act
Matter a fact, you should just turn round and retract
and when you get a decent flow come back
so you can spit back
cause i dont wanna hear bout how hard you think you are
or how big the blades are on your pretend car


lil quicky, directed at no one in general :)

[Hidden Teknique]

Yo it's time for a quick little history lesson
Because the mainstream scene has me stressin'
If you a fan of Hip Hop but jam to Lil' Srap
Then shut your mouth and listen to this rap
Cause, I'm a bring it back, you cop my shit like it's crack
And when I speak, it's always the truth in fact
You cop it from my trunk, and bump it in ya system
Speakers' thumpin and of course everybody listen
This shit rock for months up through all of your speakers
In ya whip and when you walkin on foot in ya sneakers
Blowin out of your headphones and into your ears
I might be 17 but I'm far more advanced than my peers
Emceeing, rapping, scratchin', and graffiti is my knowledge
And I'll still school ya ass in Jeopardy like I graduated college
You think you're a gangsta because you fuck with NWA
When the only member you can name is well...uh Dr. Dre
Shit, Em was illin' back in his day before fuckin with D R E
And B I G would be ashamed if he saw some of the dudes on the M I C
But i'm revivin' this thread, you whack emcees plan to flee
Never dealt coke, Oxi's, or slanged that fuckin' tree
Nah never been the type to act hard, I'm not a felon
Had em on my record for a bit, but not for sellin'
But now I'm getting sidetracked back to Hip Hop
You dudes ain't hard either, rockin polos and flip flops
I like dudes who spit with a real grimy feel like the main man L
He spit rhymes so hot, the Devil's son, you'd think he's in hell
But of course if you Hip Hop you could tell
Instead you bumpin to In The Closet by R. Kell
Ayo what the hell, then of course you have the legends
From B.I.G., L, Gang Starr's various rhyme sessions
Look when I rhyme I'm clear, you have no questions
I'm seizing your computer among other various possessions
So you can't come on here typing up something whack
Then sayin' "A 2 minute freestyle, I'm a thug, I deal crack"
Bitch, I don't care if you're Asian, Caucasian, Latino or Black
If you're fucking whack you're whack and I wouldn't lie
So that shit is real talk, it's fact....

[Maste]

1 2 3 and to the 4
snoop doggy dogg and dr dre is at your door
ready to make an entrance so back on up
cause you know we bout to rip shit up...


OFF THE TOP OF THE DOME muthafucka

[HëRbN]

maste wtf was that. get that crap outta here

[DaBluntHead]

maste wtf was that. get that crap outta here

wtf you be uh ? actin' like you something in this rap world?
don't diss snoop and dre unless you can do better
which you obviously can't.
now just shut up.

[HëRbN]

dude dont be an idiot. I wasnt dissin snoop or dre.

But if you come in a freestyle thread and spout of some snoop lines and then say straight off the dome! your obviously a fuckin moron

so piss off or drop something

[DaBluntHead]

don't call me the idiot if you didn't notice that he was fuckin' joking
and trust me you don't want me to drop something
cause I've read your lines... Haha

[sketch3]

u bitches simmer down
and watch this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGMfb60lc14&feature=related

[Small Time Crook]

yawl missin Che's revolution, why im the rebirth?
seemed at first i was down on my ass, things took a turn for the worst
but now im back on the prowl spitting acid from my jowls
got you moving more then exlax does to bowels
and all i had to do was find a certain someone
and they provided me with reason and meanin
now i got the world fiending for my revolution
instead of pollutin the underground im aimin for the mainstream
not to sell my soul but cuz im revolving around the cream
cash money, the dollar dollar almighty
fighting for the right to see whether or not i might be
the next best thing next to Ernesto
with the lyrical zest bro, and yawls just a pest show
like lice or a circus of fleas
because not many can compare to me
i am the dawn of a new era and my name is C H E
had to steal, had to fight, had to earn my right to claim
this title this name, this ticket to fuckin' fame
im setting down the stone, putting my foot 'pon it
and the mindless drones who rove are the ones who bought it.

[RaGe2]

damn that's a whack sound, you need 2 back down/
maybe get clapped clown, put that strap down/
i'm still a lil rusty but trust me, ya'll MC's look at my style and lust me/
how you goin have an unprotected flow and say fuck me/
i'm underestimated yo you lucky/
and if you're the rebirth, you need to re-work ya whole style/
you sound like a hippy talking about this weak earth/
go back to 8 mile, you worth less then a jew in world war 2/
dont talk about a circus of fleas, you deserve to just bleed/
your words are a curse when hits the damn page/
dont even spit about ya damn rage, you require intelligence/
you desire my intellect, your flow perspires and intersects/
with the whackness, turn that mic off before i shove you in pitch blackness/
it's called skill, bitch you lack this/

[Hidden Teknique]

I don't know bout you but I ain't gettin' clapped down
Blood splattered all over the swingset on the playground
Most these emcees they got talent yet they all misuse
The most simple shit they find a way to confuse
Words become more twisted than a sack of ropes
They resemble George Bush promising false hopes
When I'm not writing I feel like I'm edging insanity
Tired of these dudes in their songs projecting vanity
The pen is the mighty weapon, the words are ammunition
Hidden Tek unbeatable, nah that's just superstition
Although when my rhymes bust I'm highly unstoppable
You defeating me in a true verbal intercourse, highly improbable
The question I post unsolvable, you kids are all feign
So I unleash the reign, blow ya brain, you can't complain
I don't got paper so nah I can't make it rain, I'm in disdain
So watch what you do, because remember to me you'll always be number 2

[La Coka Nostra]

i'm the type to fill clips and leave your body with holes
men in black like will smith and tommy lee jones
watchin you flow is like a fuckin comedy show
if your rhymes are so hot, how come the audience froze
fuck the crowd, i dont stop for applause
i dont stop spittin until your bodies covered in gauze
When you tried to diss me, i watched you struggle and fall
i'm comin to brawl and leave your fuckin blood on the walls
it's nothin at all...haters on my nutsack, fuck that
Just refrain to speak my name from that hole below your mustache
and plus, i clutch gats, trust i'll bust back
I'll scorch your hair off and leave you bald like Kojak
You'll be rockin a toe tag, and a brand new hairdo
fuck with me? I'll leave you stiff like bamboo
Yo, you're shit is wack, with your crappy gimick rap
I'll make your lid collapse like I'm stacking fitted hats

[PureSole]

I got crack like the side walk,
Brillo pads and roses all night long,
Nah, I don't sell, I just smoke the shit
Heating the glass so long I broke the shit
I'm feending for the rocks baby and I'm living kinda crazy
Taking hits till I'm pushing up daisies
And just maybe, I might fill the needle a few times
Or maybe I can get an 8 ball and snort a few lines
Snort of a few lines so I could write a few rhymes
Its like I fell on the pavement, yes I'm a crack head
Baby girl you wanna light but first you gotta back that

lol

[sketch3]

of the top

ill watch ya chest collaps,
like crushin a can of pepsi max,
cant test the facts,
that ur best is wack,
an when i bless the track,
your neck ill snap

[HoodRichSucka]

as i breath weed my eyes proceed red.
then tease feds as im blown from tree stems.
most emcees are weak, a pretense.
need not a glock to stomp on these men.
gimme three cents and a bag of green pens.
ill destroy the whole city and still be breathin'
i teach kids how to cheat and beat men.
retreat from defeat and still excrete sin.
no need for peace cuz im a heathen.
ill cheat on a test and still recieve cred.
use a key head to extend my speed then..
hit your best friend and make him bleed red.
call the EMS as you flee the scene then,
go to wisconsin and eat a cheese head...

hahaha

[HëRbN]

thats your type, but ima type to spit wack shit just to give you hope
then a few verses later i proceed to lace in lyrical dope
and you begin ta choke, cause you realize you can keep up with this
like the second cope.
You get up but your shits simple, ill slap you around like ass connected to a dimple
you aint got the vocabulary to contend with this advasary.
Cause im to lyrically sophisticated, and you just mad you cause your shit gets hated
when my words cut like a knife thats serrated, my shits r rated so i got no time for you kids, so cut the shit lets get down to biz, Spit me your illest line lemme hear that shiz, and ill come back if its not a waste of time.

[geneparmesan]

i'm the type to fill clips and leave your body with holes
men in black like will smith and tommy lee jones
watchin you flow is like a fuckin comedy show
if your rhymes are so hot, how come the audience froze
fuck the crowd, i dont stop for applause
i dont stop spittin until your bodies covered in gauze
When you tried to diss me, i watched you struggle and fall
i'm comin to brawl and leave your fuckin blood on the walls
it's nothin at all...haters on my nutsack, fuck that
Just refrain to speak my name from that hole below your mustache
and plus, i clutch gats, trust i'll bust back
I'll scorch your hair off and leave you bald like Kojak
You'll be rockin a toe tag, and a brand new hairdo
fuck with me? I'll leave you stiff like bamboo
Yo, you're shit is wack, with your crappy gimick rap
I'll make your lid collapse like I'm stacking fitted hats


aahah, sick.


"ayo i might burn a slut
cram and jam in spikes, hurt her cunt
im like ike turner drunk
we passed that trash rap, you kickin is expendable
step in my cipher, ill slice off your fuckin genetals
an impossible plan of stoppin this man
droppin ya clan, so sick when i spit, i rock a hospital band
yall dont get the point? ima rip you to shreds
pin you upside down till you shit through your head
became the president, no need to recount the ballads
peep out the talents or get beat down with mallets
mc's when its time to kill, this rhyme is ill
ate so many pussy rappers now they call me vagina-grill
buldgeon you to death with soap, if im dressed in a cloak
get dusted and threaten the pope, with a rusty wrench and a rope
its definite, i aint hesitant, to say im defer than most
step in the smoke, east to west, im wreckin the coast
havin dreams of dyke camel jockies, on kawasaki's
thou who mock me, ill pound & devour sloppy
fake fuck rapper, we pass those, i smash foes
yall the type to take a straw and suck this shit right out my asshole"
- Bee-Kay's verse from the song You Don't Know on El Gant's album; It's Over

yeah it isnt mine, but its better than 9/10 of the shit in this threaddddddd hahaaaa

[Hidden Teknique]

Bitch you don't grip gats and you don't pop nines
Your shit is weak and all basic pre-written rhymes
On the real the only time you clap is at the end of a show
But you just lying to yourself this is shit we all know
Can't fuck with the flow, I'm fuckin sick of these emcees
Who talk like they on corners hustlin' bricks and keys
You ain't pushin weight, whenever you rhyme it's late
You're delayed and considerably outplayed, I'm in a mind state
Sittin' down blackbookin' and spitting out constant rhymes
I'm fresh like batch of tree pines, intricate permanent designs
You shouldn't need a rap sheet or record to be considered legit
Because I was up for a felony and went through all the court shit
But for real braggin' about the patty wagon?
Nah wasn't cool bein in jail, when I could be out taggin'
So for real step your games up stop talking like you the best
Cream of the Crop yeah yeah y'all just like the rest...

Quick one

[UnConscious]

its hella crazy the way the world turns from good to bad
just the other day i found out i was to be a new dad
then yesterday i got word that my homie got stabbed
fucked up the way you always seem to lose wat you had
im mad, frustrated, sick of everything i see
sick of getting on here and listening to fake emcees
dudes rapping about the things that they see in their dreams
only time they hold the rock, flag football teams
pre-teens, internet fiends, go out and do something productive
i dont give a shit what you do, put on mommy's high heels and act seductive
destructive in your flows but mr. rogers on the block
you dont sell drugs, only thing digital you got is your clock
you dont know shit bout tripple beams and pushin weight in your trunk
your a punk like southern rappers thinkin hip-hop envolves krunk
you must be drunk, ill give you the benefit of the doubt
but see my mouth forever flows while you experience endless drought
dont pout or shed a tear just freshen up and show no fear
hop into any cypher anywhere, and just rip on your peers
enlighten em too, give em something they wanna hear
dont keep coming with gangster cuz that shit sounds hella queer
its coo once in a while but that style is overplayed
like whats heared on the radio, 50-cent and lil wayne
i cant really tell you if thats what they play
i dont listen to the radio, cuz quite frankly i find it gay
i dont appreciate the way underground rap is overlooked
real skill gets booted out, all the spots are overbooked
cant get a show nowadays, you gotta be paid or wearin shades
either doin the superman or rockin the uptown fade
what happened to no descrimination of any kind
why is it impossible for a man nowadays to speak his mind
why do we act blind when theres problems lurking in our midst
why is the only time you hear a good rhyme is when someone is drunk or pissed
i list off the problems but it doesnt matter in the end
because i know each and every one of my flows ends up skimmed
you dont take the time to read some thing educative
youd rather peep the bland and boring rather than experiencing creative
a native to dope raps, i only speak the pure facts
catch me in a lie and ill let you cut off my nuttsack
fuck that, i love my boys so no way well separate
to do so would be a sin, an utter shame and desecrate
but on the real tho, just do what you do best
be the pussy that you are, wear your panties and your dress
rap less, give it up if you rhyme from behind desks
but i sudgest you take the s off your chest before you soul gets layed to rest

[UnConscious]

my one liners crack spines and youth-anize old timers... hidden tek says it best, their gold to coal miners

internet emcees dont carry the heat, got rep or run the streets... their tall in their raps but in person they tower 6 feet deep

im hella bored thats why im flowin off the top, dont got nothin better to do so i guess ill prank call the cops, 3 bodies shot, evidence, ill draw out entire plots, even take em straight to the celler when i let the bodies rot. bodies bought and sold in china for their organs, i need to make some extra cash, so i start kidnappin orphans. metamorhpin im changin from deranged to tamed but my soul still feels like is being held above open flames. dames, on my mind and in my heart, i go crazy like homeless people winning shopping sprees and fill entire carts. darts thrown, bullzeye, swallow the cone, random gibberish, im finnished with the carcas let me snag up a couple bones. ring goes the phone, answer without hesitation, interrupt and get fucked up, i stumble out of my meditation. dedication, i wanna finish so ill keep climbin til i reach the peak, broken beaks, breakin face until i get my tweak. hear the creek, the crack, the snapple and pop, peep the flow that i throw collaborated with the rock. my cock, its hard and my mind is high so next time you want me to rhyme unlock the cage and let me fly.

whats it mean to be a partiot. does it mean load up hollowtips into clips and go out huntin down some arabics? does it mean help out the sick, the needy, feed the poor and steal from the greedy?

[coke831]

throwin up signs. throwin down dice/
smoke a spliff then eat a bowl of white rice/
heads mad itchin pray for no lice/
got a bloopie in the roor, ok fellin nice/

[Jihad]

Our ingenuity isn’t for the better of man
Its only purpose is the escalation of its profitable plan
I’m so sick of watching people pledge allegiance
To the nine to five slave drive
That’s barely keeping them alive
FUCK
The only thing that controls currency fluctuation
Is the pigs in the watchtowers
Watching over our Damnation
You can believe a man in a cave
Infiltrated, and annihilated the “free trade”
You can believe that a man in a cave
Devised, Executed such a plan to cause such international outrage
But our own Government lacks informative affirmation
Which in turn, leads me to question how long
My association will last with this centrist conformation of man
With the master plan we shall be damned
And the mind become mans last hand to stand
Where the fuck do you stand

[Hidden Teknique]

I got a question, do you have money in your pockets and bank account?
Can you afford all your bills every month?
You barely making it by?
Well if you are, then you probably with me on this freestyle..

I'm on a paper chase tryin' to get my pockets fat
It might sound wack, but I dream of havin' money stacked
For real it's the American dream, havin' cream and good friends
Bein' able to meet ends, rollin in the Lexus or crusin in a Benz
Sex with beautiful ladies, who get wet ridin in your Mercedeez
I'd rather be kickin it in the Bahamas then pushin up daises
But this is not my life, so let me paint you a picture of my strife
Everyday I wake up just around 6 AM and hop in my shower
Rushin' because I gotta be at class in roughly an hour
So I skip a monrin' meal and hop in my shitty lil' car
Gas is so fuckin insane 35 bucks and I still don't go far
If you broke then you know how I feel, but I'm a keep this real
You work on the regular but you still broke so you steal
Or maybe you deal whatever it is this lifestyle isnt' that ill
I wanna have money to toss around at the leisure of my will
Broke life the same if you in the sticks or straight from the block
Props to you if you got money but gas so expensive I'd rather walk
You dealin' and makin money well then your hustle I just can't knock
But honestly I got friends who do it, I don't so I can't in-depth talk
Broke, rich, paid, gettin laid, grimy in the gutter we all hate the cop
But lets get back on track, where were we oh yeah rock bottom
You don't have comfort so you look for it in a 40 oz bottle
Yeah you gotta problem but you gotta stretch every penny
So you sit there and slowly blow the line and sip the Remy
After class, I'm off to work to try to make an honest days pay
I wish I could but I don't have time for play but anyway
7-2 in school and 2-8 at work, home man my lifestyles hurt
When I finally get spare time I'm either droppin a rhyme
Or at work on canvas to sell off for some extra cash
Ha, only about 3 dollars strong in my hidden stash
So for real I'm a do my best to not be a slave of 9-5
So in my mind I connive, I plan and plot about money
Shit isn't funny, I'm broke wow, so I'm a joke now
My fortune goes up and down more than stock of Dow
Ya know Dow Jones, economic recession no more home loans
So you know what that means, no more comfortable kids homes
It's a pain hard workin' people out there bustin balls for a buck
George Bush rakin it in off gas, laughin at us what the fuck
I guess the general public has bad luck, I want money in my pocket
And I'm a get it any way I gotta hustle so honestly can ya knock it?

[HëRbN]

that wa ill tek, im right there with ya bro haha bein broke sucks

[drunkenshits_one]

I tripped on my shoelace
and fell up-
up to the roof tops,
up over the town,
up past the tree tops,
up over the mountains,

"up where the colors
Blend into the sounds"!!!! :D

But it got me so dizzy
When I looked around
I got sick to my stomach

And I THREW DOWN!

bitches

[ATE]

Hey, its ATE. Comin' in here to diss some bitches, kick some sniches and get some stiches. if you got a problem with me you gunna D.I.E. Fuck you, you mother fucking FAG. Ill kick yo ass in the motha fuckin' bag. smash you in the teeth, shoot you in the face and thow you in a bag. im not a G thug or E thug. Im me, if you got beef roll another joint and pass that bitch to me. well have that shit gone by a courter to 3. mathafako.
lol fuck this. im not a rapper. and i fucking hate freestyle. leave the raping to the candy FAGGITS.

[Small Time Crook]

didnt i tell you already stay put?
i did say so, now they gon', tape ya face shut
cant help it, you'd said you'd tell
the police about me and all this weed that i sell
or the yay, or the dust
so rippin' your throat is a must
i dont care if you was my lady, you broke my fuckin' trust
thought you could start a little somethin, get tough
now you know i just wont deal with this honey
i gotta another lover and her name is money money
cuz the benjamins is my only friends
stayin so cold holdin these ends

eh.

[lord c]

im straight illin, killin villains
stick my fist down ya throat, rip ya inside out till your red and pink
carve out your skull as a bowl for evaporatin' my water-based ink
throw that and your blood in a fucken kiwi mop,
litter your hood with lord-c non stop
spit up murderous shit on the wall
sweaty five oh lookin for backup to call
too late they dead, my mop was runnin out
dont dick around now you know what im about.

["Riot"]

OFBone. SCKcrew.
15 years of age rockin the stage.


how relevant.
these heads think there lyrically intelligent.
actually you dumb as fuck,slow as inanimate objects.
sayin your to hard cause you were raised in the projects
times trailing like hourglasses made of sand.
i know this hood like the back of my hand.
your just frontin like a racist redneck american.
just like everyones my number one fan.
i dont my stash,strictly rackin it.
put me on an empty stage i swear ill pack it.
yeeahh thizzin on weekdays you know im double stackin it.

[Hobbes]

yo its like, I do good in school, I got a job, I got no prior record and I don't get in fights...but still...

I'm a motherfucking criminal
everything I do is illegal
can't skate 'cause bitches hate
trespass like every fucking day
toke a joint, you get the point
how many policemen will they need
in order to succeed
in my inevitable demise
I can see it in their eyes
the way I live my life
triggers their feelings of trife
war mongering hatebreeding ignorant egotisical
hypocritical, trust me this shit is real
I can't express the amount of tests
I always pass to some extent
but do what I will, they will never let


...

can't conform
fuck the norm
everyones crazy
the worlds mad hazy
lack of intelligence produces
lack of elements, required to aquire the desired
skills can be ill if you have the addiction
passion is lastin' but not without the prior
do what you do, 'cause if not you will die-or
live a lifeless life with no purpose or meaning
'cause really life is quite subtle
find out the meaning of it on the double
get caught behind and your gonna be in trouble


hey anyone tell me what a good place to get some instrumental beats to practice too? I think I could be a pretty good cypher, I've always played with words and have an extensive vocab, plus I share a birthday with Dr. Suess, motherfucker thats how you know I can rhyme! haha

[Maste]

one three two into the four
people laugh at me when i walk through the door
im a 7 foot midget with overalls
i sit so tall i see over stalls
and other dudes is like man quit peepin
and im like naww kid that aint the reason
haha i forgot what i was saying and i dont
fuck
i did it again dr pepper is good and stuff
im not hood i dont act rough
youve had enough
but youll keep reading
cause being cool is so in season
your bitch needs pleasin
and by bitch i mean your right hand
your on a fuckin internet graff forum...and your a gangsta? and
i dunno i needed something to rhyme with hand

too easy mutha funkers i run this rap shit

[-des-]

smoke blunts till i only got one brain cell
step up to the wall wit this marker and then i reign hell
did i shit myself, idk i cant tell
oops i think i did ,that must be that bad smell
gotta go home and wipe my butt
on the way there swipe ya slut
bring her inside of my hut
make her swallow the nut
you got a problem? what!
step up and get served!
your gettin on my nerves
all these homos and perves
fuckin each other
ill be right back , im fuckin ya mother
after that im killin ya brother
hell either get stabbed or smothered
youll find his body under the covers
along wit a video of him and his gay lovers


lol im high as hell! this sounded good to this diplomat beat

ill add to this later!

[Hobbes]

I would just like to know
how many of you can show
or actually even say
you've held a gat to this day
'cause all i see is a word
'n it sounds fucking absurd
that every minor on this site
has a gun 'n still has life
so why act trife 'cause you think your tuff
steel is nothing but a load of guff
so show me real power, within' the next hour
otherwise I'm gonna have to assume
all your heads are inflated like a fucking balloon
'n you never killed a man, you probably sketch with a crayon
so fuck it 'n just duck it like you know your just fakin'
and too much of this shit I have to be takin'
'cause I seen a gun, but it wasn't much fun
400 pound man and hes not the only one
I took my pounding 'n paid my dues
am I the only one? how 'bout you?
never held a gun, 'cause i'd rather just run
call me a coward, but I care less if I'm shunned
keepin' it real is what I do best
frontin' every day, less 'n less

[Hobbes]

Aight I guess I killed it
cause' you bitches musta feeled it
'n I'm reelin' in this big fish
got a dream, got a real big wish
lots of shit I got to acomplish
cant stand counterporductivity
this shit makes me quite livid B
so I gotta go 'n finish my flow
practice is all I really know
fall down get up, stunt my stuff
excuse me please while I go practice
'cause I gottta get this at last - this
trick I'm about to go bust, maybe switch it up
so it ain't so tough
I like to intergrate things I'm thinkin' of
in my rhyme style 'cause I get buck wile
practice my flow,.....,klmklDGJklsd

ahh I'm done

[sketch3]

that was the wackest shit i ever hered,
id rather have severd nerves,
than lisen to this dipshit try an spit clever words,
know ur place,
steppinto the cypher an just slow the pace,
to young to grow hair below ur face,
im talkin bout a bered,
for all the pre pubescent queers,
that wanna interfere,
sugest ya sprint in fear,
cuss wen i grab the mic neculer winters here

[Hidden Teknique]

Nuclear winter is here feel the reactions
Don't listen to these minor distractions
When you read these lines you see my dedication
A heavy dose of Hidden Tek is pure medication
Quick rhymin' on the mic, even for a Caucasian
My rhymes pierce your soul like bullets' burning sensation
Use this as meditation, you say practice your flow?
Listen up real quick because you apparently don't know
You are a constant slave to this harsh game
Got you on lock, homie you can't break the chain
Slowly torment and riddle your tiny lil brain
It's insane, the kinda pain you'll feel you lame
I'll kick your whack ass to the curb
Put your teeth on it you fucking herb
I bash you and you still love me that's word
A fan boy you lil' fuckin nerd

[La Coka Nostra]

A fan boy you lil' fuckin nerd
just a punk that spits stuff thats so obscure
you're so impure. your like the offspring of 2 child molesters
who grew up living in ghettos and thinks his mind is clever
but yo, my rhymes are better, and you're hardly a competitor
you're off my radar...your bitch disses didn't even register
I'll smack the shit out of you, and leave this little bitch hurt
you love dick. and i ain't talking about a guy named richard


LOL...im mad high...not a diss to anyone...its just how i rap...

[Hobbes]

that was the wackest shit i ever hered,
id rather have severd nerves,
than lisen to this dipshit try an spit clever words,
know ur place,
steppinto the cypher an just slow the pace,
to young to grow hair below ur face,
im talkin bout a bered,
for all the pre pubescent queers,
that wanna interfere,
sugest ya sprint in fear,
cuss wen i grab the mic neculer winters here

haha that was the reaction I was waitin' for, nice

always goin'
where people be showin'
I ain't quite knowin' or possess
the skills 'cause I passed the test
but it was on a technicality
gotta face reality
and know that I've still got work
but I know I can make shit first
and do it my own way got style
gonna say what it is when I use my spray
gonna put mad shit in peoples face
dig it or not I still got on top
that roof that pillar, whatever I did a filler
don't remember every single thing I hit
'cause when I don't go enough I throw a fit
sometimes I think I lost it
but get it back quick
until I'm forced to quit

[lord c]

some guy name richard?
bitch i get insane like big lurch
i rock evil steez and snitches in body bags
who dun it? lord in a ski mask
all up on my dick as i spit that devil shit
some rap about dollas and bein on MTV
Havin balla shit and new clothes everyday
You probably catch me on an episode of DEA
Catch me straight ballin' heavily
Spots I catch are straight heavenly
What you think of me
This pimp shit is an everyday thing
Fuck clothes and brand new rides
Not hip hop but on the dark side

["Riot"]

I realized,people die,people cry.
people find it hard to survive.
and question why are they even alive?
their minds need to be revived.
and realize what their missing out on.
what life can bring you upon.
cause noone will really miss you until your dead or your gone.
ive been through and through.
born in may of 92'
this is for you.
its really nothin if your bluffin.
i want you to see what you really mean to me.
so why say you want your soul set free.
im asking why you want to be forced in the sky?
i mean,why would you want to die at such a young age?
attentions all on you,as if you were put on stage.
im gonna keep spittin until i see that somethings changed.
i really hope this act isnt staged.
because im mentally raged.
why do you want to goto the other side?
due to a irresponsable act called suicide.
ive been there and done that,its one hell of a ride.
but its really best just to duck down and hide.
cause the world can knock you down.
turn smiles to frowns.
sometimes it can knock you the fuck out.
but thats not what this is about.

[sketch3]

haha that was the reaction I was waitin' for, nice

always goin'
where people be showin'
I ain't quite knowin' or possess
the skills 'cause I passed the test
but it was on a technicality
gotta face reality
and know that I've still got work
but I know I can make shit first
and do it my own way got style
gonna say what it is when I use my spray
gonna put mad shit in peoples face
dig it or not I still got on top
that roof that pillar, whatever I did a filler
don't remember every single thing I hit
'cause when I don't go enough I throw a fit
sometimes I think I lost it
but get it back quick
until I'm forced to quit


yo ima shoot progectile beams,
aimed at ya self esteem,
my shits on lock like middle easts regeims,
fedup of backstabbers on the same team,
thinkin up lame scemes,
to claim queens, heads
cuss in england money dont have presidents that been dead,
dosnt matter still the feinds spread,
like a cancer when your genes dead,
today another teen bled,
got his throat slit,
by a broke bitch,
who probaly snorted coke with,
a roach clip,
body left in a bakers no remote ditch,
i just live thru violence i dont premote it,


started of as a diss but the news was on an hered about this teen who got his throat slit in a bakers,

beat i did it to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRu-D4pkv3k&feature=related

[La Coka Nostra]

you don't promote violence, but i highly condone it
nobody comes down my road without gettin their throat slit
like OH SHIT! Step to me you broke bitch
you'll be walkin off clutchin your face with your nose hit
my flows sick, and i grip pistols in both fists
they're cranky. and you don't wanna be around when they throw fits
if they don't get their way, they spit till there's no clips
but that's show biz. and through all these drugs i've lost focus
dreaming of being so rich, im hopeless....


somebody continue off that. we need to have a real cypher without someone fucking it up. hidden tek, where you at?

[sketch3]

im hopeless,
trying to heal the wounds time opens,
cuss theres allways fags thinkin crimes dope an,
end up dropin the soap in,
jail, fails with coping,
found hangin from a rope when,
guards entered his cell,
soul sentenced to hell,

[UnConscious]

sentenced to hell, shit that sentence is too swell
sentenced me to heaven, but god cut my wings off and i fell
down to the fire pits, watched my mind swell
took in demonic thoughts, packaged em up and made a sell
outta my cell, unlocked, just call me hell on earth
cuz im the most evil emcee, ive been spittin fire since birth
the worst thing to do is to test me, you wont be the first
to get bitch slapped down as i lay my first verse
continueing thirst, i need the blood of dope rhyme sayers
time slayers on the track, i rap backwards, a line saver
my minds greater, i skate on raps, grind bars, a dime player
no im not good lookin but the bitches i date are fine payers
a wine taster, i like to go for the older women
i get em to pay my bills then leave em sour like lemons
corny ass rhyme but back on track with the real
i just hopped in this cypher and already my tires start to squeel
i hit the breaks and peel, burn holes in the pavement
my days are spent goin to school, my nights are spent as an agent
number 47's my name and you better have my payment
cuz if i do this hit and you split, eternity of enslavement
like i said it before im the devils right hand man
understand that your fucked when shit hits the fan
i land all my blows, you cant bob and weave
i concieve decieving demons everytime i breath
but back to my point, you better keep this goin
this isnt a trickle, this river keeps flowin
white water mowin, blowin compition off the surface
so hop on the train and speak your brain before i serve my purpose

[SKILO1]

all these lil toy boys on this gay ass thread shut the fuck up and keep on with the head i can flow all day bomb all the wall always stand tall be at the top of the game ridin the fame get up everywhere cut out ur hair feed it to a dog my fumes make fog cuz im fly like i pigeon swimmin in tha muthafuckin ocean

[Small Time Crook]

Ha ha ha..
Small Time Crizook back wit another one maaane.

On the keyboard you think I'm commitin' fuckin' murder
But how can I help it when I beat ya head into a burger
Wanna get up on a real cyph in real life
Bitch you still trife
think you can fuck with this
think you can buck at this
think you know what real beef is
Let me say it now that you been weakened
cheapeaned, because you talked of gats gleamin'
And i didnt mean to bite from Sketch, but that line im keepin
Reapin, the benefits for the helluvit
and you know im with the devil so watch what the devil get
when i take demon hits from this pipe
I think about takin' a life
or two, or three
might just be me
But Small Time C brings death in the threes
and when i spit vicious like upside down crucifixes ill let you know Satan Side is my block cuz i roll with triple sixes
maybe not the crew, but im on some real gang shit
aint none of yawl ever had to slang this
heavy ass weight upon my shoulds
the world just keep getting colder
eyes heavy like boulders i need sleep, cant function
but still i get up on the intertron and im lyrically bustin

Started at 12:02, ended at 12:05.

[La Coka Nostra]

...lyrically bustin, when i spit, im never frontin
shit that i speak is real, i never make up nothin
and no, i never HAD to slang that...i just wanted to
either be broke, or get dough, which one would you choose?
i had nothin to lose, 18 years old, bounced out the house
no place to go, nothing to eat, so i copped my first ounce
and the weight just kept increasing, then i moved to quarter pounds
on the grind everyday making big money, how does that sound?
everybody respected me, nobody neglected me
i called the shots, i was the referee
who would've thought sellin weed would set me free
lemme break it down so all the skeptics see
my wallet was so fat that i couldn't even close it
it wasn't the life i was born into, i chose it
so if you think selling drugs is wack, then listen
what would you have done if you were in my position?


blah...flow is fucked.

[ODonthesetrees]

the cylindrical mass begins to cherry
as i twist it lightly rotate it steadily
inhale the smoke, bring tar to my lungs
resinous taste lingers on the tip of my tongue
i hold it in for a count of one two three
release the smoke, as i feel it lightly
it hits me slowly and then builds speed
i sit back and wonder, was that all my weed?
simple questions, unanswerable at best
I ask myself these, then i smoke the rest
pack up a bong, lace it with ice
smooth and cold, take one hit, now twice
Sit back, relax and begin to enjoy
the euphoria that my herb has deployed
now that i finish this verse about pot
i wish i had a blunt to spark on the spot

[sketch3]

im not the kinda guy to say excuse me,
nunchuckin bitches out my way like bruce lee,
leave u bleeding profusely,
battle mode transformer like the movie,
so fly when i was car crackheads tryed to boost me,
infiltrate ya base an ill set the bomb,
like a true decepticon,
detonate now your chest is gone,

edit a new one

my bars are like a newtron bomb,
leave u to sit an curse fate,
after they demolish ya house like the chinese earth quake,
my rhymes mutate babies an diminish the birth rate
radiation stops u gettin hard like picturing rosie odonal on a first date,
talk shit an get left in a worse state,
than the body in a herse,
WAIT. atleast the get to rest in peace,
ur rotting in peices,
cuss u wernt shit like fecis

[UnConscious]

you aint shit like feces, gettin tossed roud the cage
im steady phasing species backwards turning the page
evolution counts down like last years minimum wage
cost of living so damn high my heads swollen with rage
guaged, stretchin ever dollar i gotta make ends meet
if not for me, its for my son, gotta put shoes on his feet
clothes on his back, and food in his tummy
dont chuckle mother fucker cuz this shit aint funny
its a hard knock life, struggles faced on a daily basis
workin 2 jobs, no time to see the familys faces
races from work to home to work to home
get some shut eye in, constant poundin within my dome
headaches from lack of sleep, im stressed, aint paid bills in 6 weeks
bout to get tossed on the streets, cant stand hearing my girl weep
wat else is she to do but cry and look towards the sky
all because her guys expenses are begining to run dry
i used to have a hold on my life
got invovled with some dumb shit, ended up paying fines and hittin the pipe
poppin the pills and sippin the lean
i thought i was mean, thought i was ill, turns out i was just a fiend
needin my fix, everyday, pawnin shit to get hits
pawnin shit to get sips, no drugs? im throwin fits
just a glimpse into the fucked up reality they call life
shit aint always easy when your livin in world full of strife

wow that shit was whack, i regret postin this time

well shit, atleast it was all real, no gimmicks and no lies

[Hidden Teknique]

I feel that...

Ayo props to my man speakin the truth, the un-conscience
All you other dudes seem to do is talk about nonsense
You see Unconscious broke it down, real talk bout his life
I've done it before so I'm not gonna go into it twice
All ya really gotta know about me is I'm from the boondocks
Never sold weed or rocks but you know I still fuckin hate cops
But to all you other lames rhymin fall the fuck back and sit on down
You only speakin' bout fake shit, how you gonna break shit, you clown
Understand? Cause you have a tough time comprehendin grammar
You walk around like you a G, walk with that swagger and manner
Stop frontin', you never came from a school of hard knocks
You always had fresh socks, and a nice new pair of unscuffed reeboks
Honestly I never had a lot a money but I've always managed to stay afloat
But right now I'm feelin' like the Titanic, I'm a quick sinkin' boat
I apply my mind as I write my note, I'm a slave to my skull's perimeter
I know it's quite sinister, but I'm preachin it, feelin' like a minister
For real most of the time I don't know what you're sayin, I can't figure it out
But when I drop rhymes in this thread you know what it is I'm talkin about
So get with it, get educated and updated know what I mean holmes
Pretty soon I'll have more buzz than half of your cell phones
Hobbes step up your vocab, just open up and read a bit of a dictionary
You're rhymes painted a worse picture than a 2nd grader at Pictionary
And that's kinda scary, Sketch you drop so many rhymes I can't even hate
Because when I'm at work or school I'm always in a constant rhymin mind state
So I can relate, and Coka I don't even know where the fuck I should start
I think the majority of your rhymes are nice so I guess you do your part
You really blow half these fake emcees out of the metaphorical water
Half of em think a throwback could be considered like Sean Carter
Most of em never done they history, thats why it's easy to see
That we'd burn them all to the fifth degree, so they plea...
Riot, well damn I'll give you props you've come quite a ways
Since the time you started postin rhymes in the early days
And although I'm white like crack, I still give the honest fact
Your rhymes are more inconsistent than the stocks of Nasdaq
Unconscious, I like how you tell the truth and always go big
Any one else feel me? Ya I knew you would all dig
As long as we don't have any Chicken Noodle Soup or Makin It Rains
There shouldn't be a reason for me to come at any of you other lames
.....IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDKK

[Hobbes]

Honestly I rhyme quite constantly
and I don't need a kid to be dissin on me
because he thinks I have a mundane vocabulary
I can paint a pretty picture with an extended depiction
of the fiction I'm not kiddin'
I got it on lock but when I stop to talk on this keyboard flop
I just gotta focus on more than one thing
bust a big word like I think its absurd
but really I'm tryin' to be definin' a bigger figure
which is why I configure my words in a flow
that I know I can follow
in my head with a pace so stead,
more than rhymin' then good words and good timin'
gotta use multies 'n studie the oldies
'cause I know shits been played, 'n done before
so I'm comin' up like the ones from yore
days on the grays way back in the times
before you and I were born and knew how to rhyme

I'm like a black cat
snap back and attack
at your luck
'cause its fucked
when you try to touch
something that evolves
and constantly calls
the expansion of walls
the creation of a nation
in wich the temptation
to push it is waitin'
so your facin' a situation
constantly debatin'
whether your gonna make it
'cause others just fake it
but you gotta see true talent
but more than just potential
gotta listen up 'n see the sence, you'll
inevitably envision with the switches I'm switchin'
I'm like an on and off vacation
your left contemplatin'
while I'm retalliatiin'
so fear, 'n hear the words I will cipher
'cause you'll see I'm a lifer
when it comes to committment I surely will listen
'n put in the time I need to rhyme I'm bustin' still, I'm fine
focus on the flow, not always the words you know
'n it will come with progression
thats the main lesson
a simple is a simple
good if has structure, but your missin' the whole point
get it across, straight with no ****s
no bullshittin' motherfucker I'm quittin' 'cause no bodies listenin'
just givin' it a spin 'n try to succeed, yes win
give it up if ya gotta, but always come back

[La Coka Nostra]

word up on the shout hidden tek.

[GeSuS_KRiST]

im out the fucking frame vexed and depressed
the girls got me trippin stressed from this messed
my worlds got me fucked im to messed to protest
got me slippin feeling like my hearts been riped from my chest
left to blert and disport some sort of feelings to hurt
new rage new pain new girl same thang
never have i had to resort to web page ripping
but then again i never felt like i want to murder her kitten



fuck this shit man.... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKk some shits going down tonight...
and dont worry im not going to muder the kitten im not that heartless... but god damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn i know a few of your older cats can relate on the i love to hate... tip

[g3zt]

Fuck it, Murder the kitten faggots spittin whack writtens
rippin over metaphorical style divine like oracles burn *****s darker then characoal
Montana cans, markers walls, i mark-it-all,
Punch left n jab- You aint gotta be 'jay-z' to 'fall',
Arson burnin- the skill you lack n yearin-
you learnin- my children blind ya bitches eyes when im spermin,
Turnin the mic set death bet leave you clef swept now you repped less
Chest slice in shapes of crest- and I stay rollin wit king pins like chess.

[sketch3]

u bitches are just in time,
witness me crush your spine,
u on a cokehead flex claiming its just a line
phone back dealers singing ''gimme some more'' like busta rhymes,
killin feinds aint murda its just a crime,
cuss they allrady fucked their minds,
ashes to ashes and dust to grime,
cuss that next hit wasnt just sublime,
thinkin it was paradise but u cant rush devine,
cuss lost souls get left behind

thanks for shout teck

[imafuckinginus]

im one to one with the graff
paint is in the air i take off that
gas mask
when i paint them walls
you must not see me i dont where
a mask
you must have cataracts
you better watch how you act
your girl has been callin me a monster
more like a pussy monster
matter a fact
or maybe cuz i keep eatin her out
until she got no cash
Im so hot
i give your eyes a heat rash

[Small Time Crook]

im the off the handle vandle, armed with aerosol
and i dont know if you noticed, but im pretty darin' yawl
first i hit up a cop car, i wrote "fuck pigs"
then i got an elementary school, i wrote "fuck kids"
told them all to drop out like I did
then I told them to revolutionize and act righteous
now the white kids throw up tight fists
and they workin for me, the one who pulls these strings
and all I had to do, was peddle some CDs

[Tiros1]

whoa, kids still "keystyle" in 2008?

well shit, i can fux wit it!


n!gg4R, i roll up harder than jesus christ in a monster truck while he's fistin some blondes.
i grab a prom night dumpster baby out the trash, eat 'em up before they even get a chance to start missin' they moms

[La Coka Nostra]

LOL ^ DURRRR
shit was dope.

[WoeInfinite]

got so much money, my papers in scientific notation

Fuck what you talking I gotta get to sprayin,
Power up like Goku, I go super saiyan!

hahahahaha

[La Coka Nostra]

www.myspace.com/infamous603
www.soundclick.com/infamous603


listen to my new song.
underground.

[sketch3]

fake mcs wanna pose with guns,
deadout career runin on stolen funds,
waiting to blow like exploding suns,
bitches aint pakin tecks,
cud have a gat at my chest,
still on a super vilen flex,
sceamin like lex,
luthor,
third eye sniper wont even need to shoot ya,
when i grip the mic,
its weak rapper kyrptonite,
please dont pick a fight,
cuss unless i got a spliff to light,
ill make you quit your life,
quiker than i flick a, light-switch,
ill stick your eyelids,
with an ice pick
illl brick a nice whip,
sensless vandle on the night shift,
screaming fuck the governent,
opressing people with a vice grip,
and a night stick,
greedy bankers with a tight fist,
stealin of single mothers that raised 5 kids,
polticians dont know wat strife is,
own 2 country masions while they raise house prices,
while kids on the street end up lifeless,
no hope of survivers,
like when newjacks step into cyphers,


EDIT HERES THE BEAT I DID IT TO
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRu-D4pkv3k&NR=1

[g3zt]

Yo infamous.. I was checkin your songs.. they sound str8.. tho get a better mic.. shit sounds staticy.

[La Coka Nostra]

the new one is recorded on my new mic.
mxl 2010

[chingon]

jea
Vader the cyclops
im always see'n double
stright out, when the fight stops
ive always been in trouble,
fuck your space hovel, when im floaten 99
cant catch the criminal when you cant the crime
im poppen glass in wine, holographic reeses
spitten a thunder storm when yo frame
resembles that of your brain in ten pieces
leaven you speechles
dont check the therd eye
rain makes me number but
no pain makes me cry.

[simple zen]

stole this from my homeboy but i helped make it...

sometime around 12 woke up and rolled a bleezy, thought today i'd take it easy so i smoke that shit that please me, believe me, stay high from dawn til evenin, even in bad times, always had enough to cop a dime always had a friend at the right time, puffin on that shit helps make a tight rhyme, incline your mood keep ganja on your mind invest in the best buds that you can find, aint no need to pop a roxy, fuck that like the paparazzi, if you gots weed, gratsi, come puff yo we got lots g, i know you all like it why try and hide it, take pride in it lets take a ride for a minute, its a good day innit? lets burn one and get blitted, yes, i mean spark up the cess ,relieve that stress lets get herbally blessed

[Jo32o3]

They call me Jo32o3 because of my extraordinary flow
spitting the sloppiest lyrics down the center of the micraphone
Back the fuck up cause her i come, with this black biro
drilling a hole into the center of your skull.
Extracting all the information that is needed, leave you in a purple haze barley breathing
Leave you craving my in-explainable style so undicaplined and versatile
When i get the rhythm right i can go for miles.
Leaving suck'a mc's In a pile labeled lost and found,
He tryed to fuck with this mic and got dismissed by the sound.

[Hidden Teknique]

There is nothing that is near extraordinary about your flow
Other than it's outstretched, stagnant, and comes off a bit slow
Although, you were right about the mic cause your shit is sloppy
Go ahead bitch and diss me, I'm right here waitin poppy
And I ain't cockin' the shotty, my rhymes do the rippin' right through ya body
Lets find out what can happen when you mix vodka and Bacardi
Get a bit loose and start lyrically assaulting you
There you are like "What the fuck did I do??"
Next it's a murda mystery an everyone is playin' real life clue
To figure out Hidden Tek on the thread Verbally killin' JO32
See...I'll put ya spine on an incline, and twist it like twine
The red octagon that's sayin' STOP is a godsent sign
He doesn't wanna have to witness Hidden Tek
Rhymes rippin' through your skull and snappin ya neck
Leave you down in the gutter a hopeless wreck
Play ya next card boy I'm holdin' a full deck..

I felt like hatin' on you for no reason, not personal or anything

[UnConscious]

damn this shit took me forever to find a host for the file but i finally got it
just tryin to start a new trend, everyone should freestyle into the mic and put it up. idc if you cant go for days, just try your hardest

freestyle.wav - 1.31MB (http://www.zshare.net/audio/126925974f14c935/)

[Small Time Crook]

i support this idea of recording freestyles.
hat goes off to Unconscious :)

[Jo32o3]

Hidden Teknique, Your style is pretty slick.
You Dubbed me out ruthlessly, talking bout breaking necks, now place your bets.
Its time for round two ,situated in the graffiti forum,
you bust the same flow in every line, relentlessy covering up your boredom.
Me im like the juggernaught When i kick it clean,
Beating you into submission smashing your flow into smithereens.
Your's is a false case of logic. Im sat blazin with the incredible hulk he's rolling the chronic.I remember you said some shit bout vodka and bacardi, thats a womens drink b you might as well be wearing panties, taking shots in the face,yeah the master of bukkake.
Nothing more than a lame ass tradition,
Got you wishin you didnt attack my flow so vicous,
now we switched positions, the neon samuria breaking bones before your third eye. piling bodies sky high.

(Seriously thou. That was a sick flow.)

[sketch3]

how you gunna kick it clean,
im on a horror movie flex,
kitchen kinfe to rip your spleen
hocky mask to fit the theme,
chainsaw to slpit your bean,
im a shystie cunt,
quick to scheme,
murda plots with your team,
ill right ur nightmare elmstreet scripted scene,
slowy kill with your dreams,
shits to grimey to hit the screens,
blood on the ceiling, blood under the stairs,
lungs in the atic, next to sum chairs,
brains not in the freezer,
musta left it somewere



im so blunted ignore me jo jo,
heres he beat i did it to
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPkzBCaKhBY

[rayseone]

sittin here bored, zonin out,
im ready to spit some raw shit, ready to hit ya with mad clout,
im out, just kiddin cant leave yall hangin,
im the hip hop equivalent to payton manning
i burn like ya skin when your outside suntanning,
in ya brain like when you dont know ya shit on a test so your cramming,
im slangin
so turn ya speakers up loud and clear,
sit back relax, grab a beer,
your listening to one of the illest freestyles of this whole damn year

[Hidden Teknique]

Yours is the illest freestyle of the whole damn year??
Fall the fuck back, I'll drop a blessin' to your ear
You say you equivalent to Peyton Manning
How long did this keystyle take you planning?
I'm a be honest this shit was quite weak
So you go hide, but none of us will seek
Matter of fact we probably wouldn't notice
But that's common knowledge, everyone knows this
Spittin raw shit, nah you just spittin straight shit
Can I get a fuckin medic? Bring a fuckin med kit
Because Rayseone will soon be a dead kid
And like I said before not poppin them nines
I murda ya shit with a couple of fuckin rhymes...

Once again, nothing personal just felt like dissin random peeps, Jo32 I get back at you later khed.

[Jo32o3]

Work bores me shitless.

Hey yo sketch 3 you sound like a mad note killer to me,
Like jeffrey dahlmer rapeing brothers and keeping they
dicks in deep freeze.
I aint saying thats the shit that please ya,
when i hear body parts coming into your cuss i start to feel uneasy son.
Kicking it ruthless this arena seen a lot of battles
Most mc's end up shit creek with out a fucking paddle
The unlucky ones end up behing solid steel bars
reminising in a day dream he used to live large
till he fell off the the flow chart.
I take pity on a broken heart, ill rip ya limbs off
beat you to death with your arms.
Your momma said she likes my charm she likes my style how about i come back to
her place for a little while.
I said ok but ill drive took her way out of the city
im talking like 50 miles her teeth be black and gritty
when she smiles, so fuck it i cut the bitch in half and
left her in a shit pile.

A lot of you cats can kick raps so fast
that i need to kidnap your family and tie em up
on electrical train tracks.
Its the last boarding call, still under the bridge
getting my piece on the wall bold chrome letters and numbers
over six feet tall drop ya jaws
Here comes another case of speculation, Djs calling me out on
sloppiest of stations, women sittin paitent holding back the
ejaculation. Am i imagining this shit cant be happening
seems al this work and planning is finally paying up its white magic.
Here comes my trophy , its a blunt the size of a tree trunk
packed with snow white skunk listening to the last emporer
bringing forth the spiritual funk

(Its all fun and gamez.)

[Tiros1]

n!gg4R, i roll up harder than jesus christ in a monster truck while he's fistin some blondes.
i grab a prom night dumpster baby out the trash, eat 'em up before they even get a chance to start missin' they moms

crossin me is a wretched path
i'm in this shit for good like stretch marks and etch bath
let's see you buff that
weapons of mass destruction in the dutch and i'll still puff puff that
like sicker than anthrax laced
take two hits to the face just to say i cant stand that taste
call me agent double oh dohd
get plenty blow from lindsey loh
stay vip guestlisted to parties and never show

you beef wit me? that's like a one armed retard vs. the hulk on pcp
my style is rawer than killin an undercover cop with a brick
y'alls styles is gayer than threesomes with all dudes and no chick

[La Coka Nostra]

need to work on your flow.
try to spit that over a beat.
i bet you cant.

[fonone]

i wonder how many of you can actaully freestyle... not take time over a keyboard to think about it

[La Coka Nostra]

i'll admit im not the best freestyler.
i dont really freestyle at all actually.
most of the stuff i post in here is written.
occasionally i'll keystyle, but i usually won't settle with something unless im completely happy with it.

here's a verse i wrote the other day for all the talking.
not the best. sounds good on the track though.

whenever I step on the scene, its like instant havoc
When im waving 2 .45's with some clips for static
I dont hold back, bitch I'll let you have it
put your arm in a cast and I'll autograph it
I brawl with faggots, kick in your face with both feet
Got enough victims to make a chain with gold teeth
Walk your block at night and provoke your whole street
I'm your worst night mare, i suggest you don't sleep
I'm sweating when its cold out, yo I hold heat
And send my whole fleet to beat your dome piece
I'm married to the game, you a bitch with cold feet
You can find me on the block takin sips of OE
My guns like my brother, beef with him? fuck you
I'll bitch slap you, all the way to Timbucktu
I cause mass panic when the kid come through
It's just how we live in 2006 plus 2

[Tiros1]

need to work on your flow.
try to spit that over a beat.
i bet you cant.

1. i'm just fucking around...keystyling and being serious about is gayer than aids..it's just a couple of dumbfunny punchlines and the flow changes every few bars

2. listen to company flow

3. lol @ internet rappers from new hampshire

[La Coka Nostra]

...so?

you still can't rap.

[Hidden Teknique]

Unconcsious thanks for the shout out...What'd program were you using to record? Like that simple record one that comes on most laptops, I'll give it a try...

[sketch3]

o shit i just caught that unconsious thanks for the shouts


ill get at u jo jo

[La Coka Nostra]

yeah werd up unconsious.
:D

[UnConscious]

word up yall

yeah its that "sound recorder" that comes with every computer i think

[GeSuS_KRiST]

Fuck what you talking I gotta get to sprayin,
Power up like Goku, I go super saiyan!

more like super gay-in,
na mean?
as in flaming drama queen dream,you should quit to day an..
give up cas yall *****s suck like sluts in trucks..
leaches and cuts, like yo milk shakes drunk up....

im fucking stonnnnnned...

[sketch3]

haa i forget you guys are all american, and actually sound like that


thanks for the shouts

[SWIV3Ltwo]

wow i just noticed gesus has over 23,000 posts :0

[Hidden Teknique]

My boy told me it sounded fake and it was bad so I took it down, guess I should just stick to writing and keystyles.

[La Coka Nostra]

fuck it...do what you do.
i would be embarassed to show you my first recordings.
theyre on the net somewhere...>_<

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[SKILO1]

i bust a flow like no otha bust a nut in yo mutha im so fresh im so clean like no otha my flows are sick like my dick i got soo many aids in it that u could call me sick im the best rapper in the a town neck boy u dont no me im not a toy tools and fools all around me ***** if u front on me ill hit u in the face pick up a can a mace and spray u upp and down take u back to tha rock town.

[ODonthesetrees]

Twist a blunt and pass it over
Red Rover, Red Rover
Gimme yo bluunt, im still sober
Why, hello I am the master Sailor
The number one logical Blunt Inhalor
Number one master of inhalation
I will cause you great frustration

[drapes1125]

People towin knives and gats.When it happen they scared to blast back.i aint gotta worry bout that.Im passed that.I paint i stain I leave an impression for future days.Makin people know my name.

[drapes1125]

I leave my cans in the dust as I leave up in a rush.These cops just lookin for a bust but they aint gettin one not from us.They can run and pull they guns but it dont matter from where we from.We know the streets we cant be fooled they muff wit us and theyll be schooled.

[Jo32o3]

Keeeeep em coming.
Anyone on for some battalage.?
Alll fun and gammeees.

[Jo32o3]

Im a comic book character, representing the nations pan handla's
broke as a joke but that dont mean i wont hang ya up.
Awwww shucks my momma taught me to speak in tounges
Got the illest rap cats all out on the run.
Liberating kids that used to traffic drugs.
Lets take a quick look at what a thug is
a verbal assualt with no direction no perogative.
A gat dont make a man,just creates a whole lotta bullshit.
You better hush your lips, or you'll get your wig split.
There was this one guy who we finally caught,
with a gang of eighty midgets we wooped his ass raw.
Representing the dwarf clan keeping it three foot tall.

[FrEEk_nine-o-fizzle]

bustin caps in ya ass when i bring gats to class,
point that nine at the teacher to make sure i pass
"and if i get anything less than an "A", ill blow your head away and steal yur fuckin vertibre.
cause im a certan way, when it comes to education,
king of procrastination, at home playing playstation.
failing at every class, but im gonna change that
because this gun is black and its pointed directly at yur back
and it would be wack, if i have to shoot you dead
but if you dont change the grade ill fill you with hot lead
and this room will be red, like the marking pen stuck in yur head
and word will have spread but by then i will have fled

thats all i got so for...idk why i thought of school as im no longer there

[drapes1125]

I was kicked out of school at the age of ten for stabbin a snitch in class wit a pen.I told him that its best if he quit but he just had to be a bitc*.As the cops came i left blood stained.I was vicious despite my age.Thats his mistake that fuc*a was fake.The first chance i got i spit in his face.

[Dial.on]

just something i threw together today in math ..hope it meets standard of all the hardcore mc's in here..lol.. no beef.. just jokes

Battle me, metaphysically it impossible, inexplicably the mystery in which you bring to me is genetically heavenly, because I am the redefinition of a mathematician , with long words verses and problems with no solution, the question is in the answer of the beginning, and main course of it is losing is losing and caring is winning, see socially the perjury in society brings out the king in me, and my obsessive addiction to mental nutrition will cause the condition of this edition to begin your ambition of the set mission, because its truly inevitably that eventually ill haunt and invade your dreams spiritually, to begin on land with the versatility of my artillery, your constant addiction to money and commision will be the start ignition to your problems your living in, without payment I could act as a magician and leave ur body tangled in a juxtaposing, because in my position I hate politicians with lies and corporate bullshit shit, which is something one will believe until he or she dies, now it is my destiny and responsibility to genetically create the beginning into transformations., Of which with your permission is the end.

[Maste]

1 9 to the 7 3 4 to the six
you tried to punch me but missed
kids, laugh when the seem me
cause ima goofy muthafucka
who wants to be free
but still lives with his mutha
32 years old and on bs
talking bull shit on the internets
forget the rest cause im coming quick
tryin to get anychick to hop on my dick
split it a second you might leave me guessin
i was just messin but youve learned a lesson
dont fuck with this wrestlin and battle see
because im a real E-thug MC
hahahahahahah
i love spamming this thread with stupid ass shit because all of you act oooh sooo legit and you think ill come back but i wont ill just quit
cya

[Hidden Teknique]

Ayo, so you were kicked outta school at age ten
Nothin to do with a pen, you were touchin to many men
But then again, I guess that's what lames be doin'
Makin up stories, these points you ain't provin'
This battle you already losin, I'm not movin'
I know you be prayin' to God, but he aint answering ya prayers
So one question for you, why did you edit out your swears?
Now you catchin' harsh stares, I'm sorry I'm so critical
But kids like you make me glad I'm analytical
Then again you probably gonna have to look up the meaning
Like a hot furnace, now I have you steaming
Beat me today? Nah keep dreaming...

[drapes1125]

You thinking you hard with that avatar.You aint nuthin but a fuckin retard.On the net and the streets you think that you hard.But in reality you aint tagged no train cars.Just a wannabe graff kid that likes to talk shit.Everyone here just thinkin you should quit.You trying to rap but it comes out as shit and every other word you blowin out spit.So desperate for a battle you come out da blue.But you done messed up so try again fool.You like a pitbull cause you like to bite.But you like a poodle cause you bark but wont fight.

[Hidden Teknique]

Hard? Nah I don't play into that E-thug game
But your raps give the impression that you bring pain
C'mon man, cars and hard doesn't even rhyme!
So take another two days, write a clever line
Instead of talkin bout how you wish to break my spine
Ya know what fine, keep rhymin quit, shit, and spit
Me, I'm immaculate, however you, you're inaccurate
Blue and fool, once again...DOES NOT RHYME!
Take a few weeks to write some shit, take your time
Understand I get the feel that your verse is pre-written
When I type, it's straight freestyle lines that I'm spittin'
Well, actually typin', you and me, we're not fightin'
You got it twisted though, and your similes are trash
Next, you'll probably say you gotta chopper in the dash
So type back, I'm just buggin' on ya not that serious
Because me to you, well I'm the one that's impervious
Too big of words? Go ahead and look up the definition
I'm a dog you say, well you go so soft like a kitten...

[drapes1125]

Trying to say whats wrong with my flow.
Look at your self with the lines that you stole.
You telling me what does and what doesnt rhyme.
You acting as if that you really not lieing.
You aint really rappin you just complaining.
You take it too serious but i was just playing.
Your really just bitching inside of your raps contradicting this and that.
I guess if you bitch its supposed to make me quit but sorry it aint just makes me have to shit.

[BaceThrowies]

aight. aight. enough with all the bullshit...
ya'll call yourselves rappers. taggers? nothin....
Ill eat you up and spit you out.this aint no game...
Ill fuck your girlfriend.your mom.yeah, im talking to you fame.
F.A.M.E, you aint shit. just a fucking pussy...
okay.alright. im going a little harsh.... im gonna end this shit before i make someone cry...
so cya little bitches. peace out... bye

[La Coka Nostra]

^ you made me cry.

[garbage down tha way]

you can tell i kill hookers by the size of the bags
in the back of my car what you know about that.

[Hidden Teknique]

Lines that I stole? Nah man I don't bite
I just work, blackbook, paint, and write
Makin' up shit sayin I contradict myself
I don't shoot guns and I don't have wealth
Sayin' I'm serious when I'm also just playin'
Calm down kid and quit misbehavin'
These are just rhymes from the dome
But I can write, so PM me for lines to loan
And honestly, these rhymes..no hard feelings
I like how you switched the way you type
Now who is the one stealing?

[Endoptimus Krime]

Endoptimus Krime compiles beats and rhymes, while sketching up the next best design on a dime, leaving just enough time to throw up a peace sign to a mime who's sublime about the fact of time, stopping, minutes dropping from the air, dare fuck with these raps, bound to catch caps in ya' ass, real real fast, your once life becomes past, this dras-tic situation, leads most to menstration, but my evasion saves me, you choose procrastination, maybe if ya'll weren't masturbatin', you'd see me, flee the area, these raps right here are the ones that'll burry ya.....Peace

[UnConscious]

ok so word around town is i cant rap
i cant front on real, so ill peal your fuckin cap back
fill your gap with my 8 inch devistation
take over your country, take over your nation
sufferin from mass abrasions
incisions with such precision my missions to bleed you out
discover your facade deface you and leave you out
declothesed and exposed to the cold of the world
fucked up realty bubblin guts causes the urge to hurl
go ahead boy, cuz the real world just hit
so like your bitch, heres your chance, swallow or spit
take this dick and treasure it
cuz the next time you see this head itll be too far down your throat to measure it
youll pleasure it with the tonsel excersizes youve been practicin
emotions on the run but its plain to see your just actressin
fakin another facade to expose
declothesed in round two and your wet from the hose
left to crystalize with thie ice and rot with the roaches
cant begin to pray to god cuz im leavin you bitches hopeless
focus and im beatin you nausious
they call me unconscious cuz my verbal cyclones rip through your conscience
its nonesense
the way i rip your pennical with rhymes that fly so cynical
and deliver an impact that retracts every last tentical
not your average hot head, im chill until my skills are tested
once i reach that i point your best options to get vested
slappin you hoes silly makin you wet the willy
all because you decided to fuck with colorado hill billys
you bitches are gay thats without a doubt
i can almost guarantee youd be down to smoke a pound of rainbow trout
you and your gay pride parades
wantin money, your fuckin funny, snatch the box and bump like bunny
not your local easter egg huntin cunt puntin individual
but the coke smokin joke totin locc tokin whos inadmittable
im too smart for padded walls i shank my veins with fangs of fiber
a liar filled with lighter fluid, sparked by contradicting advise
despise the wise words that i speak and leave your style weak
out of air holding your chest, gasping and grasping for tweak
your drugs, but no love, i shrug, and look above your eyes, as if despise, helped destroy the once ties to your lies
the bug, the clone, the second coming, the son of nothing
should you believe what you concieve and trust this lust seed
see im just caught up in the sex, i love hoes for their holes
and if my numbers up next, im gonna fuck up their souls
leave the pussy bloody and bruised just so i can feel enthused
butter her baked biscuit, japanese bukake to feel amused
im done with the free so feel free to count on me
next time you need a flow just remember the (thr3e_0h_thr3e)

[sketch3]

yo ill slice your throat,
take a shit in the gash, lookin like hash
turd sticky an black,
fuck your life spent hitting the crack,
diss me ill quickly attack,
ur writtens are wack,

["Riot"]

You talkin about how youve been there and back.
who you tellin?
i was inmate one twenty seven.
lights went out at eleven.
thought if i died.
would i have a chance of goin to heaven?
when the lights go out,you dont sleep.
you think about how you cant eat.
you think about your friends that you never meet.
you think about if the girl will cheat.
but what you really need is a mental relief.
no such thing in a eight by five room.
bascially a misdirected teenagers tomb.
that night things went down in a boom.
lights flashin,thoughts of dashin,dogs come slashin.
cocaine,2 hours ago was in my brain.
sittin down thinkin,going insane.
goto juvie intake or make the break.
over some childish mistake.
went down in felonies.
of what someone else was sellin me.

[Hidden Teknique]

Continued....
So these thoughts are always compelling me
You fucked up, you fucked up people be tellin me
I wasn't even the one sellin' it B, that dude made a G
A grand in the bank, still only get half a fuckin tank
America's economy sank, but me I'm locked here
Food not at my grasp, in a concrete cell my fear
I should have been smart, and dashed like a deer
I fucked up the school year, my job and future career
I write letters daily and I watch the ink smear
Curious if my words will make the girl shed a tear
Wasn't even doing shit, yet got harassed by cops
Got ourselves in a bind, in un-tangible knots
Shit was hectic and absurd, sat my ass on the cold curb
Asked me what my boy be smokin, what type of herb
This shit was fucked up, truly didn't even deserve

[UnConscious]

just some punchlines

your words are absurd and your verbs hold less meaning than a blind man seeing, you breath again and end up forever bleeding

your punchlines lack meaning, yes i said it before. ill leave you internally bleeding leave begging and pleading for more

even if you had a gun you aint pullin out, your like me during sex bustin in the pussy without a doubt. im just tryin to get her pregnant so i can procreate and dominate on these flows, forever glow, a shining star in the see of dark i inflame your fuckin heart without a spark

your pre-written rhymes are weak, they fumblin like travis henry when you speak.

your words carry less realness than a magician, youll need a lyrical technition to decypher my code and pass emisions

ill wreck you with one line, seize your spine with one rhyme. it takes you more time to think of a comeback that it does for oprah winfrey to fit in a size 9

you might be in store for some hardcore doggy style action, askin for more, pussy swollen and torn, but still guaranteed satisfaction

[(SoS)Viruz]

Crusin Down the Street in my Drop Top,
Got the Glock on my neck
to make yo heart be stop.
I pull this bitch with the quick ness,
Then pray for forgivness,
Anit no body ganna snitch if I play with the witness.

Thought it got bad, It just got worse
Im here to his you with a band new verse.
(LOl Work In prgess)

[sketch3]

uhh i freestyled sumthin yesterday but it alot of posts got deleated so ima try an remember it


fuck ur town an its populis,
leave it lookin like an apocolpse
last buliding standing an im on top of it,
my brain waves could topple it,
but i need a sniper spot for kids,
straight villen find the damsil in distress,
an i pop her lip,
to stop the bitch,
drop her with,
a rock or brick,
put it down an swap it with,
an axe to start choppin shit,
throw body parts of a cliff,
and if a get borde of gore,
ill head towards your door,
weildin swords of war,
destroy the globe an restore the core,
blacked out hoodie robin goods, like robin hood,
steal from the rich, fuck the needy i cant aford the poor,
giving aints its own reward for sure,
rather meet a chick that i adore,
get to know her an ignore the whores,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJz6WU8i0HA

[fonone]

hah,

i dilapitate, decapitate, fuck i dont exagerate,
a rhyming machine, yet with rhymes so pristine at the age of fifteen. nah you cant better me, im not even speaking theoretically, the sublimest with an ill lyrical chemistry, wont ever beat me, i wont even say it discreatly im the knig and not even old age will unseat me, uncrown me, you can get all your mates and surround me, hold my head under water and you still couldnt drown me, see, i free-style over the internet display my lyrical intellect, inject your veins, get you more lifted than a shot of propane, ill inspect your rhymes expose you as phony, ive got a shell harder than abalone, yeah had to dictionary that didnt ya, hopefully this rhyming tangent will not have got ridd-a-ya, BECAUSE ITS FOR FUN.


YOYOYOYO.

[CorrereLaCitta]

I see you up in a gay bar
I be there too stabing pricks with a razor
Fuck with me I always going for another round
You will be on ground seeing how your pink shirts red now



Dope

[KrazyKrac]

soo good to see this thread still going on :D

[UnConscious]

embrace the ill identity, i am the answer
disgrace until obscenity, i am the cancer
divide and multiply slowly conquer your conscience
obscure to mri's abruptly render the nonsense
i am pen, from me ink flows like the platte
ya'll whack, you couldn't hit flows swinging at sinks with bats
peep the stats, my lyrical capability is filled with artillery
enough shells to raise hell farewell to campaign Hillary
introducing first since birth cursed to dwell this earth
my thirst for bitch emcees can never be reversed
submersed in the bullshit i seem to pull wit
from pages of books, load words to form a full clip
you see my tongue is the gun, mouth opens and slugs fly
intellectuals are born when all the homo-thugs die
no cries, only rejoice and finally souls are set free
allow me to demonstrate trauma while i openly threaten thee.

[Allthegoodnamesaretaken]

uhh i freestyled sumthin yesterday but it alot of posts got deleated so ima try an remember it


fuck ur town an its populis,
leave it lookin like an apocolpse
last buliding standing an im on top of it,
my brain waves could topple it,
but i need a sniper spot for kids,
straight villen find the damsil in distress,
an i pop her lip,
to stop the bitch,
drop her with,
a rock or brick,
put it down an swap it with,
an axe to start choppin shit,
throw body parts of a cliff,
and if a get borde of gore,
ill head towards your door,
weildin swords of war,
destroy the globe an restore the core,
blacked out hoodie robin goods, like robin hood,
steal from the rich, fuck the needy i cant aford the poor,
giving aints its own reward for sure,
rather meet a chick that i adore,
get to know her an ignore the whores,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJz6WU8i0HA
Dope beat, Diggin' tha lyrics

Stop and rewind
Sit back and recline
Combine your two favourite drinks and nurture your mind
with these lyrics I design
Refinin' until I'm divine
But cut the fake bullshit you loser
I'm a vandal and drug abuser
that has to go to court this friday
I'll show up in a clown suit and rip off the judges toupee
Stick my dick hidden in a bouquet
and hand it to nearest legal-system bitch that hates me
Racist in there ways so they disregard my plea's
I'm not even an emcee I'm just 'spressin my thoughts
because soon I'm going to be trapped and locked
one day sitting on a chair waiting to be shocked
is whatll probably happen in the future or whats left of it
everything inbetween birth and death is irrelevant
Doomed because in the system I'm a statistic
containing my limits exposing corporate gimmicks
you look stupid like retards dressing up in white and doing mimics


Fuck it im finished for now lol.. I'll try and post some more shit if you guys like it

edit- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCHvPotXZ4M&feature=related

[Hidden Teknique]

Unfinished lines turn into unfinished rhymes
I use written word to speak, parallel to mimes
Get ready for it I'm about to blow like land mines
Or a stick of dynamite which illuminates the night
Temporarily blinds your sight with such a bright light
I break down the mic and reconstruct it to my vision
We rock shows like a earthquake causing a 200 car collision
Can you please just stop and listen? Quit ya bitchin'
You want real Hip-Hop well here it is in it's natural element
I'm not God's Son but I'm close enough I'm heaven sent
Hip-Hop is what I choose to represent, I take it as a compliment
I'm your healthy fix I'm your everyday supplement
Bring you back to the late 1980s....
The golden era of Hip Hop, we had too much shit to list
Watch what you say about it or find yourself dissed

[brainlord]

i started rapping about 4 months ago and really ive just been freestyling with my buddy for practice. i was wondering if anybody could help me out on some advice, tips, websites to read, whatever id appreciate it

pm me it so i dont miss it in the threads

[sketch3]

just rap about as much bullshit as possible all the time

fuck a back stabber,
feinds are snakes, we call them crack adders,
poisen tounges talkin jibba jabba,
hear the window shatter,
climbin in your house with a ladder,
see your girl, quick to grab her,
ounce of smack smuggled in his bladder,
make his teeth chatter,
kill his brain matter,

[brainlord]

pay attention class i forgot to mention
sterilizing will help prevention because im on sexual suspension
general discussion is where i practice masturbating
im without relations and dating leaves me hating
evading anything that couldve grown to be
because affection is rewarded with heaps of hostility
and practiclly im stating im decapitating
with my lack of mating thats hesitating
i need to slow down this dicks head has grown to quick
lets keep it specific i aint to thick its like im packing a toothpick
to do the trick but it aint the size of the ship
but it is to maintain a relationship that started without any lip
so sit quick so i can vomit rhymes to spit .
class get together tightly knit this fit
and watch me lose the tournament
so you can laugh and murder it
:confused:

[bilal_tariq]

Continued....
So these thoughts are always compelling me
You fucked up, you fucked up people be tellin me
I wasn't even the one sellin' it B, that dude made a G
A grand in the bank, still only get half a fuckin tank
America's economy sank, but me I'm locked here
Food not at my grasp, in a concrete cell my fear
I should have been smart, and dashed like a deer
I fucked up the school year, my job and future career
I write letters daily and I watch the ink smear
Curious if my words will make the girl shed a tear
Wasn't even doing shit, yet got harassed by cops
Got ourselves in a bind, in un-tangible knots
Shit was hectic and absurd, sat my ass on the cold curb
Asked me what my boy be smokin, what type of herb
This shit was fucked up, truly didn't even deserve
Haha this random guest just pops into the forums and starts freestyling.
What if this was a realtime cipher?
Man would get jummmmmmmped!

[brainlord]

who cares hes dope

[sketch3]

Yo I Puff Spliffs N Hope,
I Wont Have To Use Bus Ticket Roach,
Ur Styles Childs Play.its Just Skipin Rope,
Ur A Smack Head Spittin Wack Writtens
Rushed It To Smoke,
Crack Baggy Dust.sniffin Coke,
No Escaping My Verbs.tounge Busts With A Scope,
Seddin Weak Mcs To God, Put They Trust In The Pope,
There Blind Faith Must Be To Cope,
Cuss My Words Crush Bitches Throats,

[brainlord]

im surrounded by two faced people who hide tricks in their sleeves would rather make a quick buck even if it diminishes dignityseems like people base theyre adult lives off of popularityand i shouldnt care because it aint affecting mehonestly people need to grow up even if theyre 30eh sorry its so short guys.......short like my dick!

[AnteUp]

ante close to insanity...
put my name on a banner-please.

one liner. i'll battle someone i guess... i'm boredddddd

[HëRbN]

Ante up you dont want none, Cause im a king of this rap shit you just a peon.
You'll be soon to learn that im colder than freon.
A mutha fuckin Warrior you can call me Cleon.
Brutal like a klingon. But i dont need to trek fo the stars,
ima spit iller shit laced up on quad bars.
You wont even place in this race, but if you still wanna taste i got time to waste bustin your face.
Just lemme finish this case, already crunk but i need the drunk to match it.
And if you dont pass the mic ima snatch it and show you a flow sharper than a hatchet.


Haha ill keep it short, whatchu got ante? ;)

[MEH2]

this is old part of a song i made for some rapper i know
this is before i edited it and crap so dont hate ^_^
______________________________________________
dude you aint even close to my aptitude
but clavicles wanna wrap at you
and send you back thru a vacuum tube
but i hop on tracks and rise up like a constant crack
And I’m clever
which means when i say something you say i wish i thought of that


i pay no attention to those say i wont climb the ladder
see it doesn’t even matter
mc will stop the chatter
when i pitch it from the mic no return from the batter
and i leave you in a land of wonder like the mad hatter

[(SoS)Viruz]

(I got a Freestyle!!!!)

Here the daybut
The ***** carrer is all new
You papulapose ass *****s love yo bo
But when i thugged that skoo
I made her resort to fuck with people like you.
Me I gave her obstacle courses
Busted Nuts up in that ass yeah! lots of abortions
You, took it out of pa portion
Made that bitch Wifey when you should be plottin' divorcin.
I'm cultural I have her play her part
Catch these bars you know I play her like a sport!

(YOU GUYS LIKE!!!)

[AnteUp]

Ante up you dont want none, Cause im a king of this rap shit you just a peon.
You'll be soon to learn that im colder than freon.
A mutha fuckin Warrior you can call me Cleon.
Brutal like a klingon. But i dont need to trek fo the stars,
ima spit iller shit laced up on quad bars.
You wont even place in this race, but if you still wanna taste i got time to waste bustin your face.
Just lemme finish this case, already crunk but i need the drunk to match it.
And if you dont pass the mic ima snatch it and show you a flow sharper than a hatchet.


Haha ill keep it short, whatchu got ante? ;)

we got a trekkie in here(hair), i'll leave you free fallin in air,
take my mic, i got a spair, take it again? and live in fee-ar,
creapin up like the ring girl, in horseshoes im a ring-er,
can't top me baby, get in front of my car, i won't stop at eighty,
im simply state-ing, that i'm serial raping, your weak attempt at hating,
i'll give a razor flow to your hatchet, amazing flow, take a wack at it.
i'm not used to, a good verse to respond to, so your not out of the usual,
practicin voodoo foo', so i just murder you, and i just murdered you.

hahah gay shit... i don't rap.

[(SoS)Viruz]

A Yo why dont we the ppl in this Thread Make a Group you know one of those Social Groups about Rappin and Freestylin and stuff. It seems to Me That eveyone here gets along pretty well so why not.

Herben, Ante That shit was Nice broz!!

[AnteUp]

i'll make the word's hurt you if the sticks and stones don't,
break your bone's like sticks, if the words won't.

[HëRbN]

Take a wack at it? Ima take it to a new bracket.
Pretty sure my flow is safe dog, you cant crack it.
Ima take it to the next level, so hurry up man, pedal!
cause ima real boy japedo, and I could spit scarier rhymes about a sunny meadow.
Ima do a drive by just to wave hello, cause i dont need ta pop off
Your rhymes are just to soft, but i feel bad so take some classes and ima get the cost.
So come back when you got something for me, cause homeboy you just lost.
Uhh!

*Drops mic*

haha good stuff ante ;)

[AnteUp]

haha. good battle herbn. lol anyone else up for a battle?

[SBOMBS]

flip a chair if ur down for a fight down down down for a fight
ro-ro-roar like a bear if ur down tonight
down here we ride dur-dur-durtay durtay
we throw em chairs when the be-be-boys are in distress
we thro-thr-throw em blows not to the chest
we aim the fuckin head fuck the rest
down hur is all grimmay, dur-dur-durtay durtay south
keep that shit in yo mouth
u wrench from mi-mi-miles away
keep that shit in yo mouth
we a knock em teeths anyway
who do u know that cr-cr-crunks like this
who dya know that braw-braw-brawls like this
we throw em damn chairs
ca-ca-call ur backup cuz ur way over ur head
ca-ca-call ur back up if ya know was best

[Tampering With Evidence]

I take out a pen and a pad of paper
I tell my boys they gotta bounce til later
I relax and let my mind organize lines
An intricate story that flows with rhymes
I'm not out talking about busting nines
I'm talking about how I wanna be countin dimes
Want my pockets stacked with Centuries and Franks
I got food on the table though, so I'm giving thanks
But I'm no where near laughing all the way to the banks
I'm walking a tight rope, I feel like I'm walking the planks
I'm out here scrounging under the couch for quarter stacks
Economy got me fucked, I'm in the whole like quarter backs
So in my free time I write scripture after scripture to free mind
I sit back and react to all that I once left behind, I try to find
Myself through these passages that I once wrote on scraps
These are my raps, no need to sort through fiction and facts
Fuckin sucked on my first freestyle mic session...
But fuck you this is not my profession...
No question about that confession, so I stick to freestyles
Wanna battle, I'll drag you out miles and miles
So back to the trash can scraps and lined paper rhymes
After the rhyme it's time to infuse with a beat and combine
So after the rhymes have all been finished, edited, and written
It's time to step up, get in the booth and start the verbal spittin
Shh...Hold up, do you hear that...You hear somethin'?
Instrumentals is the only thing I hear comin'
That must be the beat that was causing the hummin'
Prepare yourself for this shit to get bumpin'
As the hook catches the loop I start to flow
Lost the sense of fear, now I don't feel so low
The words I spit mend into a complex storyline
Etched in stone or off the dome
I freestyle and write on the road or at home
Lyricist and poet, speaking over a fresh beat
In an already corrupt game how do you cheat?

Completely off the head...HT...

[AnteUp]

is it just me or is franks and centuries the same thing?

[HëRbN]

flip a chair if ur down for a fight down down down for a fight
ro-ro-roar like a bear if ur down tonight
down here we ride dur-dur-durtay durtay
we throw em chairs when the be-be-boys are in distress
we thro-thr-throw em blows not to the chest
we aim the fuckin head fuck the rest
down hur is all grimmay, dur-dur-durtay durtay south
keep that shit in yo mouth
u wrench from mi-mi-miles away
keep that shit in yo mouth
we a knock em teeths anyway
who do u know that cr-cr-crunks like this
who dya know that braw-braw-brawls like this
we throw em damn chairs
ca-ca-call ur backup cuz ur way over ur head
ca-ca-call ur back up if ya know was best

Whats with the sta sta studderin, My first flow was tighter than yours have ever been.
Its my turn on the mic so gi gi gimmay, feel like im battlin t -t timmay!
Wheres the rest of the south park? cause you need back up and a flashlight, bouta leave you in the dark.
Ive been Ill sense the start, cause my words arent just off the top of the head their from the heart.
and Poetic words are just a part, your flow sound like you got it at walmart!
Haha unstoppable, no end to it. I could spit ryhmes in an apocolypse and just sit through it. unfazed by most these cats on the mic. And judgin by your flow your just alittle tike. So stick to the playschool mic. Cause i done graduated with honors, so know this, all you other emcees are goners.
N Dont get me started on the dirty south, matter a fact you keep my hood outcha mouth. Peep the skills and maybe learn something, try on a compound sylibal not just the profound litterals. My style is complex, leave bboys lookin round like damn whose next. Cause theres no dirtier than those reppin the T X. We do it big,n wont hesitate ta split yo wig, neva scared a no pig. We dont back down and we never clown around. Real recognize real and i dont know you, so i get no props for this battle cause when i tell people i won gaisnt you all they say is.... Who?





Nice ryhmes tamper. We should get a real battle on guys, with real winners and maybe polls to decide them.


and yeah franks and cents are the same thing lol

[AnteUp]

i take a shotgun to you bum!
leave your face hidin in your cranium,
some people say satan's come,
nah, just ante droppin nuts on em,
i just hang and dangle,
long enough to get herbn in a strangle.
get ya throat in a mangle,
when i put my balls in the tangle.
i take an angle.
cut you off at the top,
drop you off at an abprupt stop.


hahahahahahahha. terrible.

[HëRbN]

haha that was entertaining though! Your not bad, its all in good fun any who! I dug the leave your face hidin in your cranium, good shit.

[sketch3]

Yo I Puff Spliffs N Hope,
I Wont Have To Use Bus Ticket Roach,
Ur Styles Childs Play.its Just Skipin Rope,
Ur A Smack Head Spittin Wack Writtens
Rushed It To Smoke,
Crack Baggy Dust.sniffin Coke,
No Escaping My Verbs.tounge Busts With A Scope,
Seddin Weak Mcs To God, Put They Trust In The Pope,
There Blind Faith Must Be To Cope,
Cuss My Words Crush Bitches Throats,


bumpin verbs,
like black kids pumpin herb,
its on street corners, so theres beef on it,
jump in first,

[AnteUp]

haha that was entertaining though! Your not bad, its all in good fun any who! I dug the leave your face hidin in your cranium, good shit.
haha. thanks bro. we need to get gesus back in here. i always loved his verses

[sketch3]

somthin i thaught up lissen to this beat
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RllqkqwP6I4&feature=related




yo i weild the mic like a cutlass,
serrated edges u cant touch it,
only grand masters can be trustd,
get that shit out ur weak clutches,
pass it here like peach dutches,
iron chef in the kitchen bakin a blunt,
nice fatty smellin like herb,tastin of skunk
fuck u for fakein the funk,
stick woodn steaks in you cunts,
cuss ur rappin like count drackula,
sucking hard,biting my vanacular,
in a batlle ill b spittin blood back at ya,
ur not one of the night breed,
like me,
streets is shystie,
next mans wanna fight me,
so i focus on lyrics an light trees,
despite these,
faggot rappers who take it lighty,
thinkin ther dope, its not likely,

[(SoS)Viruz]

Nice Sketch, I like the part were you say- ur not one of the night breed,
like me, That was cold.

Thier are just too many times people look inside of me.
Wondering what I think of you when I protect you out of certacy.
Too many time I held on when I need to push away,
Afaird to say whats on my mind and afaid to say what I need to say.
Too many things you said to me when im not around.
You think having the under hand means you gotta keep puttin me down.

[AnteUp]

speedin on the highway,
i see you comin my way,
cut you off at your driveway,
cousins explain to your mom how you died wey,
"he decided to speed, then ante
cut him off and made his car hug a tree"

wack-a-lacka :)

[HëRbN]

haha shits funny though

[AnteUp]

it seems like we're the only ones alive here. wtfffff??

[(SoS)Viruz]

(A ANte what about me!!! My Shit is wack but it still counts :p)


I went to the Bar
Got Druck hit yo Girl with the rear of my car.
When i got caught runnin I yell'd RRRRRRR!!!!
In the back of the popo car say darn.
Got of with a light charge.
Went home home in a taxi car.

(Lol that was dumb... Lol)

[AnteUp]

haha. sure i guess. lmao

[HëRbN]

hah fuck it man, even if you think its wack keep it goin, that wasnt bad viruz, it dont have to be anything crazy, humorous rhymes are just as good!

and yes apparently we 3 are the only ones readin this shit lately

[(SoS)Viruz]

Eattin Checkin rice and Beans!!!!
Im a Fiend
Im bored so Im writtin these Things!!
(lol)

Went to the Bank I was broke.
Got mad so I slit that accountants throat.
Cops came without a doubt
So I sped out!
Didnt look back
Went to the BP and got a carrin Sack
No way i could go home knowin' I had a price on my back.


Yea Sketch USE TOO WRITE IN here. So it look like its us 3.

[sacwacko]

haha, i didnt know about this thread. 4 in tha morning and i need to go to bed.
cant sleep, cant eat, shits runnin through my head, im dead.

BS is the only thing to do, at this time i light the pipe and i post a pic or two.
...ummmmmmmm....goodnight?

[Tampering With Evidence]

Every rhyme I write I recite on the mic
Practice this craft from sundown to sunlight
Some say I'm wack others say that I'm tight
Neither bother me it's their own view or sight
So fly I'm in constant flight like a kite, aight
What I do is not music, it's straight therapeutic
Understand so if you abuse it, then you'll lose it
Who's heard of a kid that rhymes in the sticks?
Home to the 12 gauge the four wheelers and hicks
Majority of the time is spent out walking the blocks
Early 90s bumpin boom box avoiding the local cops
Media got us so brainwashed we walk like robots
We don't know our rights so they search our cars on traffic stops
I'm too fucked to even finish this short keystyle
I'll hit y'all up later...get at me...I'll get back in a while.

[sketch3]

heres the beat...
type in group home instrumental an youll get a whole bunch of slept on primo beats,
he did an album with group home and its some of his best production work

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otSi7YpEbYM&feature=related


fuck tamppering wth evidence,
after im done they'll send cops in a truck,
to start moping it up,
gory crime scene,
filled with victems of my rhyme scheme,
lyrics make ur mind scream,
lost in my words like a blind teen,
leave u wantin more like baseheads hoping to find cream,
their souls got merked by evil,
that are hurting people,
over dirty needles,

[HëRbN]

Uh Oh! Tally ho! Here we go! Herbns back to bring the show.
Cause all you other typers are just to slow! N sketch you may be an asshole but your lyrics blow. Im about to throw this rap game out da window.
Cause my flow cant be touched, cant be matched, so your bags might as well be packed.
Listen up all yall sound the same, talkin bout how you hard and you do nuthin but spit flame. Well i aint feelin the heat dog, you might as well go back to beatin your meat dog.
Cause you bouta taste defeat dog. Anyone of yall can spit back at me, the last thing ima do is wor-ry. Cause sense tech left i been unphazed, this shits just to easy and im hella blazed. This is just how i was raised, so its second nature, i get so many battles i had ta get a pager. House ta house show ta show beating wack ass kids every where i go.
Cause im on top of my game, like i was standin on a monopoly board, i do this for the respect i dont need no reward.


Thats all for now folks

[La Coka Nostra]

written verse for a collab im doing.



i spit lines that make you say, this shit is rediculous
approaching me like yo...how did you think of this?
i'm like man please, you wanna get into this?
first off, peep the name. theres a reason im infamous.
just to confuse you, i might spit in the past tense
ill say you got fucked up, but i ain't kicked your ass yet
i'm evil...i'll fire off a mag in your dad's chest
and fart in his mouth when he's taking his last breath
i dont care who you are yo, don't ever doubt mine
asked to kick a rhyme, didnt think you'd get outshined
now i see you at my shows, outside in the crowd line
but talkin shit to your boys like "dude is a clown, guy"
and then you try to shake my hand? you can forget it
and if you look me in my face, you better send for the medics
you wanna start beef, then you'll be dead in a second
cause everyone who disses me, they tend to regret it

[Small Time Crook]

i can be wicked when i kick it
so sick are my twisted linguistics
hardcore like no other with a style thats tasteless
i really dont give a fuck ill park in handicapped spaces
or litter in front of an environmentalist
when it comes to bein an asshole ima specialist

[AnteUp]

la coka nostra the freestyle thread whore.
that is, till i strangle you with your own vocal cords.

:) lol i have to get in the mood for freestyle first. jokes, jokes, jokes


fuck yes. nostra and smalltime. how could i be so lucky? :D

[WoeInfinite]

ill hop in here too...
coka thats tight, you guys should SERIOUSLY fuck around with a lil rap crew.
fuck...if soulja boy and VIC can sell records, think of what you guys can do...

[La Coka Nostra]

hah...i record.
peep the links in my sig if you dig.

[WoeInfinite]

ill check em inna minute i gotta walk the FUCKING dog...
=.="

[AnteUp]

we don't need no walkie talkies,
ante is speakin, so stop ya talkin,
take that back, he's typin,
with lyrics that pierce like he's sniping,
don't worry, there'll be more, so stop ya griping.

gettin there. they're pretty wack right now.

[WoeInfinite]

yoo coka, i listened to 16 bars of death..shits pretty sick.
feeeeeeeeeeelin the beat on 8 bars.
pretty dope.

[WoeInfinite]

yeah i just did, tightt dude.
who made these beats?
was it you that got a beat from Gesus?
or am i thinkin of someone else?
shits dope dude.

[WoeInfinite]

theyre dope dude.
i listened to manchester, i think i was there once like two years ago..but i dont really remember...is there like a big like coca cola place there that they do shows in?
or am i thinking of somewhere totally different...
fuck i cant remember.
but youre shits tight dude.

[La Coka Nostra]

haha the bomb shelter.
its closed now.
if you wanna keep talking, pm me.
i'm gonna delete all my other posts.

[(SoS)Viruz]

Ante that was good. 5 lines.

Pass me the lobsta and the shrimp
Give me the Beef Wine and the dip.
Ante passed it on to me in not lettin it end
Bring yo mom sista and your freinds.
You can stop whats started
You cant start what stopped,
So you should just go and call the cops
Im bringin the heat No. Im bringin the fire.
You call me when stuff gets direr.
CAuse when I come shit ganna get higher..

(Lil Freestyle)

[AnteUp]

haha "i'm jesus in the flesh, so this is mothafuckin christian rap"
nothin like celph titled. damn dude. i thought you were younger, your like 20 somethin huh? (infamous)

[La Coka Nostra]

;)
19 next week.


edit.
another written verse for all the talking.


I'm new hampshires own, show stopper I only flow proper
I'm in a league of my own, like Rosie and Madonna
You can't beef, i stay raw, blastin heat
you nickelodeon rappers, like romeo and master p
thats how it has to be, you gay, like dudes wearin lip stick
step to me? you'll be rockin an eyepatch like slick rick
when you open your mouth man, all i hear is bitch bitch
i spit that sick shit that make your head spin like kickflips
puffin on a thick spliff, this shit got me lit up
smoke so much, i need to drive a pick up to pick up
My crew is ill, you'd never fuck with them dudes
Or we'll leave you like Huey Lewis, in the front of the News
You ain't fuckin with me, it's impossible, face it
I'll take your chain, and hook you up with a hospital bracelet.

[GeSuS_KRiST]

i'm Gesus in the flesh
so this is a mofuckin christian rap
naw scratch that, i lied ..... this is a rapid attack...
once upon a time rap did attack on tracks
but then rap did retract like dat,
almost like a kitten's claws, now pause..... an whatsup with that?
the whole scene is crap.. an all thats seen is the wack
who stay focused on the things that traped
like dealin crack from the caddy-llac,
but i clad-ly lack
that focus an gladly stack the dopest
beats to treat these streets
sence the pope dun pope us...... with his presence
i present the sentence to the hiphop's venting...
fuck it, its too early to rap
i give up and moving on to me whats hap'

im givin up cas im stuck, left heartbroken as fuck
livin life too corrupt, dirty as muck
fuck, mommah would cry if she knew wassup..

im all alone, just me and my world
reduced to shooting up boy mixed with that gurl
thats heroin and coke, mainlined to cope
i shoulda never have to turn this cas now im broke
in more ways then one... im in a daze to um'
they amazing im not done n live to see another sun
atleast.... for now
cas im speeeeeeed....speeeedbaaalllllllllllllllllllllllll lin' like tom penny
call me wrong plenty
im sent from the living with the bentleys
to living life bent see
the allmight G to the S-U-Z just aint who he used to be
all out of glee.... emotionally on E hoping that help finds me
till help finds me, till help finds me
till then just yelp cas im only half the man i used to be.....
funny how one lil girl can tare apart my whole world
its true big things come in small packages
an hers was explosive, now im corrosive left exposed and unfoced....

please revoke us.... and thats coming from the "dopest" hangin from your mommahs rope'uz




im bringin' deadly back... yeah
main line-ing smack... YEAH
i done blew some stacks.... yeah
now im forced to live with that... yeah
i guess till i crack.... yeah
find me lying on the tracks.... yeah
on the third rail perhaps.... yeah
talk about frying cats.... yeah

[nero112]

giv it to me geez

anyway aint really a rap just some words i been workin on
'struck down from my thrown,
sent to an unwanted home,
like the angel once lucifer ,
now with a soul full of malice,
one day ill return to my palace,

to claim the life .no legacy, kept from me,
this you see is my story,my life,my world ,my history..
alls i got so far .. once again not a rap just some words im messin with

[KrazyKrac]

cool^^^

[(SoS)Viruz]

2 shots left,
Hit that bitch in his chin and turned it into a celft.
No Im not on any drugs includin meth.
Im just the fire Im just best.
Hit you so hard make you run out of breath.
No oxegen to breath
Make you resort to weez