Freestyle Rapping

[Cesk]

yo yo yo yo
Workin day and nite, mowin your lawn
But you dont know I take your moms jewelery and and give it to the pawn
Thats right cause I "pawn" noobs
And you and your possee are all choobs
Or maybe even froobs
Who shower eachother in anal lubes
I eat tacos and burritos
and for breakfast I have 1337'os.
ye
ye
thats right.

[-sense-]

shitted his pants

[UnConscious]

sense shitted his pants
cuz my spits are advanced
enhanced by his chicks lips that i stick in a stance
i trick and i trance, i lance wit my hypnotic chants
he cant fight this verbal knight cuz i spit despotic rants

[vegimite on toast]

enhanced by his chicks lips that i stick in a stance
dont make sence, no chance just pull anything
out in offence to enhance, smoke you slowly like incense
burn you like fence posts in intense smoke choke your throat
cause you just spoke with the pretense to offend folks
sitting on the fence cause your too scared either way
shame for you the fence is gone so you'll have to choose today
either walk away or mount another wack attack that you spray
like that short g word for homosexuals dont even have to say it to convey it to you cause you know you're gay
ill drop it though to get to the point across real slow
your left in disarray split at each point at your joints
you got served quid pro quo

[vegimite on toast]

can u shout
can u hear me screaam

[framin-It]

police man got me on the runnnn

you didnt smoke weed yet you know the feelin
thats like designing a floorplan for your bedroom ceiling
attempts are kneeling and ready to topple adieu
verbally mop you like shop owners in nyc streets do
top you like bottle tops in factories that get screwed
ill wreck you get priests to bless you so at heavens gates you will get through
fresh like an uncupped breast or a fresh brew pour out the tap blue cause its fresh tooheys new
we'll get you, pursue you, hire a lawyer to sue you, leave you legally subdued unable to pull clues
cause your minds blew, scooped out from where them hats ilch ona jews
head, im like a racehorse fast and thoroughbred you're a mut mixed parents should have got fixed unable to spread seeds burnt like weed leaves from weed trees that you talking about before but never even seen these

no serious, to the dude above the dude above me


word word, no beef.....

yes its true i i dont smoke weed, addicted to pills i was, a true fact indeed
on my knees no, but confronting you, stright in your face
you think your runnin circles around me, truth is im matchin your pace
legaly subdued, your mastakin my friends, its you that needs a gain clue
i dont care if you black white purple or blue, you mess with our fam, we'll all be gunnin for you
ill be commin hard an uncut, with an arm legga legga arm and a hard punch to the gut
it will leave you dazed an unsure
see were one in the same, my mom a mut your mom a whore
now, this is all in fun, and not to be takin serious
but youve come at me, and i must leave you lost in a deep abyss
so far away youll never be found, the people from CSI, an NYC detective, or the best police surch hound

haha hungover and need sleep.

[mith]

this is by far the gayest thread on here...possibly on the whole net....did elton john start it?

[sketch3]

No way the vegan/suicide thread is gayer

and its only gay if u take shit seriously...wich i dont

["Riot"]

hide your face meaning lets race.
lets race to who can rep there own race.
you pussy mother fucker runnin cause you sick of frontin.
police wantin my picture for posters you sweatin homie you need a coaster?
i could make you my bitch and call you showferrer.
cause i stay ridin smokin douchafir,savin for my range rover.
you in need of luck,short of one clover.
look your over,spittin about what you have read.
im the reason your brother dead,but thats enough said.

[GeSuS_KRiST]

http://www.myspace.com/lookma39noplans
My new band if anyones interested, Please feel free to add and spread...

[vegimite on toast]

http://www.myspace.com/deepearthvoid
they are better

[cormac]

keep it fresh VEGI!

Ayo step back back now as i walk right past,
Rhymes styles flow like water yet they burn like gas,
All you wana be writers be watching your ass,
Cause ive been peeping your stlye through that old looking glass,
Still walking round town saying youve got the funk,
But whats this! i still sketch better even when i am drunk,
Finding a peice by you is like a tooth of a hen,
And yea your addicted to me like im an opium den,
I keep knocking toys down like one two three four,
but im gonna stop right now and leave you still wanting more....

[UnConscious]

evrythin i touch turns to gold so call me midas
my third iris fortells and cast spells of osiris
the verbal virus
im deadly n my rhymes is desirous
yall princes speak ya 2cents to the king, get slayed like cyrus
the nicest 2evr rock the mic n drop the dices
ima libra tippin scales and rippin scales off you pices
with closed eyelids, ill still predict the commin years
me running into the spot with a verbal glock dumpin at u hummin queers

[proliferate]

This should help some of you out...

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g315/iamsac/banner-300x250b.jpg (http://www.freestylemadness.com/)


http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g315/iamsac/fmbanner.jpg (http://www.freestylemadness.com/)

[Thread-Locks]

Unconscious, you bite jedi mind like a sith lord
The force isn't with you motherfucker, it's with me for sure
You piss me off so much, you're gay and I hate it
You're a punk ass shitface and you're never gonna make it
I just love dissing you over the internet, it makes me feel big
I can tell you're a fuckup, just look at your fucking sig
If I ever see you in the street, you'll know whats up
I'll make you bleed out of everywhere, on the ground yelling FUCK FUCK FUCK

[UnConscious]

why is it everytime you reply u come with weak shit
speak with less geek wen you claim to be street kid
you leak spits like sewage drains, your brain ammounts to nothin more than a gateway to crap
you couldnt rap if you were the emcee reincarnation of kapp
your laptop ways of dance for cash cant be compared to the way i spit over beat
i bring more heat than me and your moms between the sheets or in my kia's backseat
yea i drive a kia, so what if i aint ballin
the only thing thats on my mind is why you mom wont stop callin
and why everytime i serve a kid this thread, its like a maulin
im a pitbull with full wits that bullwhip you pimples.
YOU POP CUZ YOUR MIND AMOUNTS TO NOTHING BUT SIMPLES!
you aint hip-hop homie so just stop
next time you open your mouth, i expect your panties to drop.

[xEpiCx]

fuck the pigs
fuck your parents
dont be week
beat some ass
dont smoke grass
your straight edge now act like it
fuck'm all and be a man
fight till the end
you punk ass bitch
get yo shit right
end the fight
fist to yo face mutha fucka!

[Thread-Locks]

Unconscious fuck you this isn't a street fight
It's an internet rap thread on a graffiti website
I've really lost interest in noticing the mc's you bite
And I don't really care if you think my rhymes are tight
If i really tried my very best
I could verbally rape you, but i've lost interest
Why the fuck do I care what car you drive
You're a gayass bitch so suck my dick

[UnConscious]

you say you could verbally rape me but your rhymes lack the cock
your lines consist of pussy spits and all i hear is lips flop
your urterus of a brain just leaks the period juice that it contains
you couldnt spit ill if your slit wrists consisted of aids strains
i rain pain from the cloud of a mouth that douses your eardrums
your thoughts are flooded out, your worst fears are near son
so my flows you hear them and understand your fate
your mentality drowned, bound down and fataly anal raped.

[Thread-Locks]

These are your rhymes- "You have a vagina"
These are my rhymes- "I don't give a shit, you're a whiner"
Face it kid, get off this thread
This thread is for thread locks, it's 7 30, get to bed

[TECKN]

i feel like a supervillian
wit all the people i be killin

walkin down ma street
watchin the rats eat

i hate them snitchin
ya'll just gotta keep bitchin!

i wait at the street corner
lookin like a street foreigner

wit my baggy clothes and big hat
and them wit their tight pants and all that

them girls are sweet
but they aint got much meat





what ya'll think?

[Thread-Locks]

What do I think?
Grow a dink
Blah blah blah
Your rhymes stink

[TrentFromOhio]

you all have no rhythm.

quit reciting your gay rhymes and learn to listen to rap PROPERLY.

[sketch_three]

Ur a fool,
how can you have rythamob the intrent, its just lettrs and words

[Thread-Locks]

Unconscious, let's battle

[vegimite on toast]

thread locks gets dead nocked from bread winning head shots
locked in cages, chopped like pitbull tails from cream stock in bettin pages
illegal wages fuels the fire and breaks the gauges
makes you actors factor the shame of loosing and leave the stages
blazes thru the scene like knights told by queens in the dark ages
fifteen century style torture in stages, shackled in cages
wasted and jaded like heathens in crusades when templars invaded
unaided and degraded, sold in slavery and traded
hated, blockaded and faded like a memory thats been lost and darkly shaded
in the corner of the mind, words spit out together an entwined
coming at you from behind leaving remains 6 feet under the mound at night
deep in the ground, lead box so your soul is never found by the light

dead like michael richards career

[vegimite on toast]

Unconscious, let's battle
you cant put up defense to the ammo i spit
hits go blammo! an leave your rectum severed and covered in shit
blood bits fall with chips of teeth from your lips beneath like drips
urged out between the hips of your female relatives, i seek looking to hit quick
an dip my hatted tip in their shit pit like an engine dip stick then
leave the scene slick, as my mess and shit is cleaned quick
by your sister cause your dad hits, screams and wails bitch
not unknown to slit bits, split a wig and chuck fits
when the shit hits, he'll be towering with a belt cocked like western whips
yelling straight at her YOU FUCKIN ASKED FOR IT bitch

[nero112]

im a pitbull with full wits that bullwhip you pimples.
YOU POP CUZ YOUR MIND AMOUNTS TO NOTHING BUT SIMPLES!
you aint hip-hop homie so just stop
next time you open your mouth, i expect your panties to drop.

hahahahaha shit the last line made me laugh haha nice line thur

[Thread-Locks]

Vegimite let's go, me and you, mono a mono
I'll cut you up like butchers, slicing you up slow
I didn't even read your punk shit verses
But I know it's just crap, overridden with curses
My style flies like I'm on arrival
I'm from the ghetto stupid, it's like my childhood was tribal
Bla bla bla n igga I'm from the hood
It's obvious you suck, cause I'm so good
True, you're rhymes are fairly oringinal
You don't bite real MC's like UNCONSCIOUS does, that shit's getting traditional
But look fool, you get shunned like aboriginal
These are facts, I don't speak in fictional
I bet you wear Lacoste faggot, and american apparel
Fuck you, I find my clothes in trash cans, like Collin Ferrel
I value food stamps like you value summer camp
Go suck a dick faggot, my rhymes make your pussy go damp

[DaBluntHead]

wonder what the fuck you doing here ,cant flow for shit
couldnt find style in those rhymes like manhood in a bitch
why dont you keep your mouth shut? slut
before i let loose ,pull the trigger and start to bust
youre the one livin off a fake reputation
you never been gangsta , you never stood alcohol when you drank some
when youd smoke weed , youd turn green and act wierd
when you round men , youd jump around and act queer
Im like cesar for rome , i came and i conquered
you'll die young and like a nun , thats means virgin
merciless , this is true -first bar to the very last one
white tee-blue jeans-new era fitted on
i'm the white boy starin at you wrong for no reasons
pullin out my steel in public and start squeezin
im never givin up weed smokin to start thinkin cause
i hustle at 6 smoke blunts at 7 ,
hang with bad bitches and wonder why we do it eleven
im so ahead of my time i saw my destiny's child
yo crws ful of bitches they more like destiny's child
wonder what drugs you be onn to be testin me now you going down,
break your fucking legs and make you bow,
pow pow, the back to back, then again, what up now?

[Mr_Amaziing]

Thread-lock's EGO is getting to be as big as fucking blimp,
taking on every motha fucka like a ho' without a pimp,
shut the fuck up now before i fry you like a shrimp
internet rapping is underrated, cause my rhymes will leave you with a limp,
UnConscious, its not his fault that he's only capable of simps'
he's just a bigmouth bitch and i'm separating the men from the whimps,
with this dope ass flow thats leavin' his girlfriend's pussy drip,
Thread' quit now before i leave you with nothing but a busted lip...

[vegimite on toast]

Vegimite let's go, me and you, mono a mono
I'll cut you up like butchers, slicing you up slow
I didn't even read your punk shit verses
But I know it's just crap, overridden with curses
My style flies like I'm on arrival
I'm from the ghetto stupid, it's like my childhood was tribal
Bla bla bla n igga I'm from the hood
It's obvious you suck, cause I'm so good
True, you're rhymes are fairly oringinal
You don't bite real MC's like UNCONSCIOUS does, that shit's getting traditional
But look fool, you get shunned like aboriginal
These are facts, I don't speak in fictional
I bet you wear Lacoste faggot, and american apparel
Fuck you, I find my clothes in trash cans, like Collin Ferrel
I value food stamps like you value summer camp
Go suck a dick faggot, my rhymes make your pussy go damp

coughing up lines and lung resin is a daily event
taking my time let the climax climb, waiting to vent
like ross kemp, big dumb, shaved and ready to strike
senses succumb become numb after the bottles of vikes,
hungry like jews in the reich chasing a crumb in the night,
claiming you're ghetto when you live at home and your white,
i've never been shunned? i'm part of no indigenous plight,
you're left lyrically gunned thru laser sights, outdone on the mic
going nowhere like a cassanova flirting a dyke,
getting slammed like a door to a jehova wasting my night
acting polite , looking for an invite to sell their contrite bible babble,
you're not tribal, quit spits and keep your words for playing scrabble
didnt get the job done like noahs people with the tower of babel,
big for nothing failing to reach me, like a crook in chains that go rattle
bred, branded and rubber stamped like meat comin from cattle
dead, heavy handed and vamped lying bloody and useless in battle

[vegimite on toast]

ill have you brush your teef with arsenic, spun and strung, like pigs on spits
i'm blastin shit and splitting lips, takin masked hits for guys who ask for it
i'll castrate you quick, wishin for your past state so you can take a break and sit,
clocks stopped, its time to quit, tops knocked and rocks dropped on heathen women in pits
who admit to commiting sinful deeds and havin unmarried dicks in their slit.
ill rip you legit like the rejoice of a fat chick gettin a grip ona bag of chips
i pit your enemies agaisnt your shit with a blast of wit, on radio towers it transmits

[sketch_three]

fuck the laws of physics,i refuse to be their slave,
lurking in th stairways,
tuned into enemie airwaves,
listenin to deady broadcasts,
so i can strike first when the war starts,
incoming metaphors aimed at your heart,
fuck up ur day like a stormcloud on weather forcasts,
high calibur cause a clawed past,
your class,
shut the fuck up u could get floored fast,
especialy when ur jaws glass,

[Vice(Tre)]

i never can spit that wak shit
i throw down a bottle a gin fuk a modelin chick
gimme a fat chick
this actual truth...im spittin factual dude
gimme a package of lube
cuz the rolls on they sides is tighter then the vaginal tube
you the type out late night grabbin a dude
take em to the pad in the nude
and fill his ass wit a few.....STOP
no need ta go in further detail
i burn a weed pail and nuture 3 snails
in glowing radioactive green pails
that make them grow into crazy old hag,females
idk????????

[sketch_three]

fuck the laws of physics,i refuse to be their slave,
lurking in th stairways,
tuned into enemie airwaves,
listenin to deady broadcasts,
so i can strike first when the war starts,
incoming metaphors aimed at your heart,
fuck up ur day like a stormcloud on weather forcasts,
high calibur cause a clawed past,
your class,
shut the fuck up u could get floored fast,
especialy when ur jaws glass,


bump from the bottomof the page,
im so sick im rottin it with aids,
make hip hop heads look like feinds that havnt got a hit in days

[Vice(Tre)]

i sit enraged grippin blades ta slit the veins
of the pigs in MA
add me to the fuckin list of names
they want ta live in a cage
o well no power but the gimme food and a shower
better than minimum wage
spittin the gauge
at the pigs digginem graves
rip a rib from ya cage
sharpen the tip and stab ya wife

[NoFUckingTalent]

this may sound weird vice, but did you by chance get beat up by police in MA recently and was doin' community service at a kitchen? lol jw from the sound of your rap...

blasphemy be attackin' me from all sides and angles,
like a tree with branches to branch out from every slant
like picture a tree about to fall, but can't
with all the imagery and description livid in its living screams
the porcupine adjacent would be living without any seams
so sew up the slew of throw up, and put it back in a cave to know fluff
like a fluffer nutter with peanut butter, folded over so when you bite
the crust don't make you shutter
with no windows to slip through the mis construed lip threw
a bumpy rock to crack it
snappin' like a smacked kid
with nothing to commit but to his own wits
slip on the slit wrist 'cause thats for emo fagg-its
and lagging on the source but you could not revise reports
so back to the cement filled fort with a new plan to conform
in a redundant kind of way, filled with lots of hay,
but the needle sticking out was shiny, bright as day

[vegimite on toast]

you suck shit like bottom feeders, ima make you heed this,
potent since the seed splits, green weed leaves like lebanese cedar trees bitch,
undeveloped like a foetus, please leave this, learn your abc's then try and speed spits
i reap shit, peeking and creepin on actors leaving them out in deep sleep
in heaped peaks, like street freaks with trenchcoats and dick flashing techniques
you breed geek and reek cheap, make like canaries in the mine, flee when the beak squeaks

[vegimite on toast]

by the way, the dude above me
you're rhymes dont make sense dude, you just talk about anything

[NoFUckingTalent]

I hope you realize you are the dude above you...

and I take that as a compliment considering your rhymes suck

but ummm, they make a lot of sense, to me...'cause its relevant to my life, the cement fort I refer to is the basement I sit in, my plan to "conform" is none of your business really...none of my rap is really any of your business...I don't really want anyone to understand the shit, so fuck off, because off the internet your rhymes really suck ass.

seriously, reading through your rap right now...shit doesn't flow off paper. "then try and speed spits?" try "then try to spit speed kid" or something that doesn't fuck up your flow...and there shouldn't be an S on cedars if fucks up your rhyme. -eh I guess it doesn't really matter, but it makes less sense, if you want to talk shit about making sense.

but no, keep thinkin' your shit is so tight...people say abstract MCs like "aesop rock" are just all gibberish, but if you know his background and where he comes from, and what certain words mean, and you aren't a retard, you know that its true poetry.

[vegimite on toast]

if you dont want your stuff to be read then go write in your diary you peanut head

that s on the cedars was a typo
try to speed spits, as in attempting to put out fast verses
you cant do it, you suck, go hang yourself in your basement you gay
i burn you catholics do candles

im sorry i observe coherency
dont talk to me about understanding words, im a human dictionary
your name really suits you, you have zero talent
you're best looking for an abstract crowd where your nonsensical attempts would fly

[vegimite on toast]

and that wasnt a freestyle so dont get excited thinking you boxed me

[NoFUckingTalent]

...speed spits
spit speed

not sure bout you, but only 1 makes sense to me
and I don't really care if anyone else reads
so long as they don't think they is the bees knees
just because they think they can diss me
with shitty rhymes that will list sleeze
your posting shitty rhymes, please ***** please
I can't understand you, your like a mumblin' buzzin' little bee
and I'm a curious kid, knockin' you the fuck out
put you in the freezer, so I can tie a string around
and if you sting me, you'll just get left dead on the ground
pull that shit tight, pop your head off- where is it now?

[vegimite on toast]

youll be metaphorically slain, categorically stored away
like videos in the video shop - rented out to entertain and portray
situations of disdain, ill have you feelin physical pain
laying tied to the rails screamin shit like "THIS IS FUCKIN INSANE!"
trains weigh 100 tonnes makes the rails strain, wheels set to maim ya brain
laying and wailing all the way, "please halt the express id rather lie here and decay!"
but shits too late, trains bound like ropes round you, set to seal your fate,
you just wait, ya got a date, with the midnight express,
death approachin getting you distressed, crushing up your head
train caridges are words running you over leaving you dead
just like sketch said before letting his words shread threads,
listen, its simple, its easily read brother
"you flirted with death, and shes be a sly motherfucker"


fuck writing new shit for you ill just copy paste old stuff
i dont need to put up fresh stuff here to impress someone who doesnt even want their own verses read by other people
you're a dumb cunt

[vegimite on toast]

oh shit there's an s on she where there shouldnt be
quick dude call me out on it

[TylerDurden]

ill have you brush your teef with arsenic, spun and strung, like pigs on spits
i'm blastin shit and splitting lips, takin masked hits for guys who ask for it
i'll castrate you quick, wishin for your past state so you can take a break and sit,
clocks stopped, its time to quit, tops knocked and rocks dropped on heathen women in pits
who admit to commiting sinful deeds and havin unmarried dicks in their slit.
ill rip you legit like the rejoice of a fat chick gettin a grip ona bag of chips
i pit your enemies agaisnt your shit with a blast of wit, on radio towers it transmits

transmits the whack rhymes you give, i'd rather not listen
i glisten while youre wishin for a new transmission,
beat you to death like i'm a mortician
a statistician who's pissin on a mathematician
will this mic I'm technical
you remain in the spectral
beat me? heck no

[sketch_three]

fuck allur transmissions,
if i cath ur man slippin,
clentch my fist, hand stiffens,
beat u to death cuss my plans sickenin

[NoFUckingTalent]

extravagant word use? nah I think not
your a toy toddler, who just won't rot
lets get some words that are lengthy and throw them in for impression
because you obviously don't know what raps about, go take a lesson
and lessen the effects because effectively you will be contestin' me
like a contestant at a crime scene acting competitively
and whether or not the weather will be shot the forecasters
will never be left distraught
I sought out to seek the highest level of intelligence
and ran into punk ass mofos actin' like felonists
rampaging with rants that were rampant like no eloquence
my elegance was elevating with elevated relevance
relating to the sediments that where now buried below
because upon you, my wicked wrath I would bestow
and blow out your brains the old fashioned way
not with violence, but incomprehensive words to display
baffle you and play the raffle too
its rigged so you won't win- and I can laugh at you
duplicate old whack rhymes because your cold wind chimes
when the wind withered you were like a sly snake that slithered
till I chopped your head off, I'm no forgiver, go figure...

go ahead, call this shit arbitrary too just because you can't understand it, you fool...

[vegimite on toast]

death is grippin him, words are stipping him
engulfin sins and ripping limbs
breakin shins and rollin skins
bashin cunts with rollin pins

[vegimite on toast]

ok, i'll pick and choose, them tweezers i will use
to pick apart the wack shit you constantly try to spew
bloodied, blue, thats whats become of you, pursed and crudely
subdued left stewed by the heat unable beat me or pay your dues,
subjugated and widely hated like filthy jews, freak of nature
like a kangaroo, ill spit at you, blow cigarette smoke right back at you
scared to move plastered in a gay way like a homosexual statue
i'll baseball bat you, rats will chew thru your stomach where you brew poo

[vegimite on toast]

quick, no talent, search it for typos
fuckin fairy

btw, cold like wind chimes?
bahaha couldnt think of anything obviously

[NoFUckingTalent]

...its 'bout winter here "your cold wind chimes" I saw wind chimes recently, there wasn't any wind to blow 'em, so I compared you to them...cold = opposite of hot, your not so hot...ummm, okay dude, you really are dumber than I thought.

angry at the world, with no way to cope
pick an easy target on the net, to give you new hope
pathetic story
really does bore me
why don't you go get some new rhymes and really floor me
before we put you under the floor boards
me and my 10 men, all inside my head
I'm fuckin' psychopathic, but don't consider it too tragic
it gives me an edge when the hammer is turned sledge
and your head is underneath the bumpy ledge
teeth knocked out for identification purposes
can't have the dentists searchin' with their nurses its
the time of the call, when your phone rings I'll stall
I'm still workin' on where your body is gonna fall
maybe get some acid, but rather make it quick
not go that kind resources, now thats what I call tragic
so whimsical I am with my mystical demand
I'll shove you in an oil can and sell you to japan
my hookup there will cut off your fuckin' hand
imprison you for 10 years, 'cause thats the rest of your life man
in the end you'll be a friend, to figure the reason why
configure the reason why in the end you'll still die
inane your vanity was vain to think the calamity was sane
if the cataclysmic lasted with it my show would require more dough
your now bludgeoned face was an investment I couldn't blow

I just watched "old boy" but instead of me bein' the dude that kills himself, I'll 'configure' it because this is a different situation, with different reasoning...just so you don't say "OH YOUR RHYMES DONT EVEN MAKE SENSE YOU CANT THINK OF NOTHIN!" because you are straight frontin'...STRAIGHT FRONTIN. How 'bout you show me something, instead of fucking nothing?

[Thread-Locks]

Look vegimite, you've lost your balance
You're getting eaten alive by self proclaimed No fucking talent
And that's rough shit boy, it must be getting frigid
Cause no talent minus you equals negative digits
That's integers faggot, yeah I take pre-cal
I study my ass off for good grades pal
Still, that don't mean I couldn't kill you with words
With numbers I'm a killer but with words I'm a nerd
I drop 8 syllable motherfuckers on you
Unconstitutionality is in my vocabulary, n igga, fuck you
Now sound that out in your head, come on do it
Count 6-7-8 now you think "Shit, I'm ruined"

[La Coka Nostra]

I got mad trees. I'm the Nature Boy, like Ric Flair
Don't pass it to the left cause ain't nobody sittin there
Blunts to the face all day kid, we came prepared
let em know what's up, put that smoke in the air
I spend mad money, zips of my shit are priceless
My spliffs are the nicest, stay high like gas prices
I bring the fire into most rap cyphers
hit the blunt and retire, watch the day go by us
it's like a i got a virus, weeds the only thing that helps
that virus is real life, make me worry bout myself
one hit off the blunt, and my thoughts become peaceful
now tell me why marijuana still remains illegal
if they legalize that shit, try to turn the game legit
fuck that, you ain't taxin me so i can get a hit
I call my boy L up, he'll tell me what's the program
yo man, i'm just trying to hold hands with those grams

[UnConscious]

Unconscious, let's battle

thread? use ur head, u dont even wanna battle
thats an even more idiotic idea than eve eatin the apple
u see this is emceein n ur just speakin that babble
so please cease that bullshit cuz the truth just gets unwraveled
the gavels get slammed, the right hand of the law rules
im the judge of true hip-hop, true hip-hop is not you
you are a kid on the net just thinkin hes cool
thinkin that he can rhyme facts but each line lacks the truth
your youth so sit back and take notes from the vets
your neck deep in rhyme debts and hands stay outreached for free checks
but we vets just spit death in your face
laugh at your corny ass flows and your slowly paced race
your fake just face the facts kid
your porceline exterior cracks to reveal the whackness
so practice ya spits, research and gather up wits
reply when your word river isnt floodin out bits
i rips ya lyrically, im a higher degree in theoretical chemistry
i physically shake you to the core like parkinson ministries
i deminish emcees, replenish ur needs then seize em fast with one swing of my finishing steez
my finishing move, cock back and slam the mic against your chest
dj the beats of broken ribs and the scratches of broken breaths

[Thread-Locks]

Shit man you found your way back
I thought my callout on you would be the killer attack
But no, we gotta resort to formalities,
Me spitting rhymes, you pronounced a fatality
Your words are just boring to read, that's the truth
They hit the proverbial ballsack, like babe ruth
You put forth claim to being a veteran
And that i suck, wait, why am I better then?
If I said it once, I said it a thousand times
If I google search engined any one of your lines
What would come up? Something by immortal technique,
Biggie, even lil wayne, man that shit is weak
Who am I? I'm a shaolin motherfucker
Straight from jersey, a Wu-Tang lover
I wouldn't be surprised to hear tomorrow "Unconscious be dead"
From my rhymes, but oh shit man, I gotta go to bed

[UnConscious]

thread aint ne where close to dope, hes a joke
a clown in a circus act takin man swords down the throat
he claims my shits bitten but the shit im spittin is pure original
just hatin cuz im flowin from peaks while ya spits is just the minimal
ur the weakest individual, ur the link on the chain of a foney rapper that shatters
im the rappin nightmare makin ur brain drain ya bladder
its time 2 change ur style cuz ur wet from my flows
my words crack baks like niknakpaddywak wit ya bones
ill force feed ya 2 ur children n make em play wit the remains
install it in they brain that daddy got slain 4 spittin weak game n speakin my name
fuck ya wife in the ass n have her screamin my name
skeetin seman on her lips, let her taste happyness before shes bleeding in pain
let her taste my young seeds then i fist feed her some bricks
fist pack the stress weed and im feedin her shit
puffin chronic in bong rips lugs bleedin n shit
i spit those sick and diseased rhymes makin ya breathin cease quick
so homie quit

[Thread-Locks]

First of all dude, look at your sig
You quoted yourself son, you think you're so big
By the way dumbfuck, your appeal is so fake
I read through your verse to find over 50 spelling mistakes
Why are you talking about fucking my wife?
I'm 15 years old man, get a fucking life
This battles so stupid, why am I even replying?
Each time I read your rhymes I end up sighing
True, you're trying to sell your shit, but nobody's buying
Don't come back, I'd rather not witness you crying
Oh and seriously man, change your goddamn signature
Put in one of my verses, you'll get mad props forsure

[UnConscious]

all of your verses combined couldnt touch just one of my flows
you have a better chance of winning if you picked up the pen and took some notes


thread? use ur head, u dont even wanna battle
thats an even more idiotic idea than eve eatin the apple
u see this is emceein n ur just speakin that babble
so please cease that bullshit cuz the truth just gets unwraveled
the gavels get slammed, the right hand of the law rules
im the judge of true hip-hop, true hip-hop is not you
you are a kid on the net just thinkin hes cool
thinkin that he can rhyme facts but each line lacks the truth
your youth so sit back and take notes from the vets
your neck deep in rhyme debts and hands stay outreached for free checks
but we vets just spit death in your face
laugh at your corny ass flows and your slowly paced race
your fake just face the facts kid
your porceline exterior cracks to reveal the whackness
so practice ya spits, research and gather up wits
reply when your word river isnt floodin out bits
i rips ya lyrically, im a higher degree in theoretical chemistry
i physically shake you to the core like parkinson ministries
i deminish emcees, replenish ur needs then seize em fast with one swing of my finishing steez
my finishing move, cock back and slam the mic against your chest
dj the beats of broken ribs and the scratches of broken breaths

[Thread-Locks]

Dude knows how to copy and paste!
Wow, maybe you're not a waste of space!
Even knows how to bold his shitty lines
Realize you didn't actually come back with anything new?
You retarted dumbass, this battle is mine

[vegimite on toast]

^you just do simple plain shit rhyming the end word of the first sentence with the end word of the second sentence, shits boring
you cant try and say that you're better than unconcious cause you arent

[UnConscious]

real recognize real, trill recognize trill
and everybody in this forum recognize thread locks has no skill
like a toss with no fill your just plain and boring
you couldnt keep a room full of nymphs awake with your tall tales of whoring
ur goreing, meanin the only way u win in through a fixed election
but fuck that, with raps i verbally make your lips kis my erection
im hazardous to your health like lead based toy defections
you play with me and your brain bleeds, i speak neurotxic infections
injest my seeds son, the only way youll taste the truth
or you can swallow my raps along with your pride, cuz ull get murdered in booths
this is a forum homie, this isnt the real deal
if i seen u on the corner id stick u wit the steel
n im not talkin bout guns son, im talkin the butterfly
flip it fast n slash ya throat, body found wen gutters dry
u utter lies, pussy rhymes, and lyrics that aint shit
tell me why each time i spit, i verbally rip up your clit wit my lyrical dick
bitch.

[vegimite on toast]

thread locks shit is dead stopped quick and abruptly sent back
he's serving spits that make unfed kids yell "damn his SHIT is WACK"

[PeeInTheShower]

yo let me hop up in this rap battle
comin with aerosol cans that rattle
let me find out which one of you tattled
i'll punch you in your gut and leave you lookin fuckin baffled
i take a dump on y'all emcees mothas
yeah that's gross but not as gross unconscious doin' his little brotha
with a big ol' ego, he sigs himself about his whack rhymes
not even realizing he can't turn a dub to a dime
because he smokes weed like a pussy
vegemite don't push me
i'll make you tryin to cross the street like ya name was frogger
yo mama tells you to move over because your such a cock hogger.

no beef intended. im high. it kinda flowed. in another world.

[vegimite on toast]

attempts above belong deep down below
under the earth and peat where the sun dont show
under with the dead, head to toe, put down to bed down below
never return say to hello, cause you didnt say goodbye
sneekin in sneaky sly, came in the sleepy night, coming at you freaky spry
ropes tied tight round you right, sedative syringe thru your eye,
adrenaline and clenched fist with knuckles white
tonights the night, my words no lie, saran wrapped to the table
ready to die, knife thru flesh and thigh, bones groun' down and sold as rye
eyeballs popped and eye jelly slopped like drops of cream on cherry pie
it's buy buy buy investors screamed when the economic times were a clean high
now banks are dry, awry suicide, investors jump out the windows into sky
doing what you should have done - years ago - like the begining of hi fi
you fly and flap your wings in mothers head, even though you go nowhere when you're dead
except deep down below, buried, rotting, decomposed, where your raps belong and now will forever go

[UnConscious]

u pee in the shower, well guess wat, i do to
cept wen i drain my main vain it leads to your feedin tube dude
swallow my piss and eat my shit in your morning grits
i spit my shit multiple times cuz u simps can comprehend this
greatness
so face it, u smoke weed thats laced wit basics
i puff the magic dragon flyin higher than nasa spaceships
cant replace this, u come close but continue to chase this
cuz wit raps im round the track, ur rhymes are slow like minds of racists

[DaBluntHead]

i spit flows , throw fists quicker than lightning
what this might seem , unconscious cant fight , friend
im vicious fuck it i aint nice at all, ask mama she knows whatsup
i impregnated hip-hop 9 months ago now shits about to blowup
i handle my businesss ,impossible for you , it be a miracle
mostly improbable to match my lyrical fitness
you fucked up , when god made you he didnt know what he was doing
weak ass punk mc's like you is what i be chewin
your image is not true , what you say you are is not you
i even heard you were flowin on pop beats with your crew
this is a freestyle battle , yall punks talk to much shit
trying to find out what pac or big would say if youdd get dissed
im PISSED ,im the mortician , the 3-five seven to your dome'll leave you in bad condition

just fuckin around

[La Coka Nostra]

Hello, I make green like blue and yellow
does anybody rip it like me? hell no
ain't no complex steez, bitch please, im simple
all i need is a bag of weed and a pencil
hate the player, hate the game, whatever, take your pick
they keep comin back for whatever i lace em with
i keep my friends close, eating pills like they mentos
we ain't rollin in mercedes, but we got mad benzos
amphetamines, barbituates, the shit that ima hit you with
ridiculous, we livin this, you start it, ima finish it
drugs are deemed illegal, but they handing out prescriptions kid
and i abuse them too, so tell me what the difference is
i stay fresh even rockin yesterdays clothes
that stench in your nose, a mix of weed and b.o.
i breathe and speak flows, believe my peeps know
bitches come over, get high, and get low

[DaBluntHead]

sick shit , spittin like a true drug abuser , my kinddd

[vegimite on toast]

you try to spit hot shit quick but your brain is pulling blanks
i got sicker shit oozin out my aortic artery stored in medical tanks
useless like blanks, them banks i dont use them, telemarketers i abuse them,
the toilets where the poos in, females i parose them,
like hunter s simpson we're cruisin, then theres you who's loosin
only cruising for ego bruising, lyrical bombs about to blow
and you dont know how to defuse them
no clues you are snoozin, no wins, you lose reviews while i grin at the winnings
brain spinnin thinking how im gonna use them
lets loose them, they're a bunch of b listers, petty eave listeners
pop the cork like foot blisters, drop the fork when the bullet misses
hot trajectory faint whizzes, fear engulfing you like blizzards
you one of gods useless creatures like lizards,
simple minded and dumb picked out in school failin quizes
put in special classes, braces and glasses and pimpled faces
first lesson, "how to tie laces!!" and colour inside places
without going over the lines, im going over time
extendeding freestyled rhymes, ive read your words, become a myme

[UnConscious]

thats real cute, these kids is quick to take they shots
just jealous cuz i spit infernos that are eternaly hot
jealous cuz lyrically im hip n im servin em hop
they drop to they knees like they moms and just murder my cock
whether u heard it or not, its plain as fuck to see
like an art exhibit featuring painted pictures of thread locks free's
so be easy kids, just sit back and spit out ya mind
kick some rhymes that tell storys of glory and shame at the same time
im, not saying im the best but im definitely not the worst
im like the verbal gatorade, flavored great and quinchin ya thirst
im pinchin u jerks, call me the crab with a claw for my left hand
standin tall, damagin all, and handlin yall wit grand slams
crushin competition and bustin out ammunition
submittin u bitches deeper than russian sub expeditions
recognition is all i seek but u weaks diss me for weeks
thinkin ur rhymes are tight n that i bite immortal's technique?
shit i aint mad at u haters, just do wat u does
keep hatin on me but all i got for u is the love
wassup?

[Thread-Locks]

^you just do simple plain shit rhyming the end word of the first sentence with the end word of the second sentence, shits boring
you cant try and say that you're better than unconcious cause you arent

if you didn't notice, I wasn't trying to come up with anything "fresh" there He just copy and pasted his verse, so i wasn't gonna waste my time coming up with anything, just saying
and face it, unconscious sucks dick
he got my threads locked in his teeth, he needs a toothpick
threads like pubes, ya heard?
im so gangster, I say word

[Small Time Crook]

thread locks won't stop such constant nonsense
and unconscious keeps toppin' with shits thats obnoxious
i grab this mic, i spit and i rock it
like Snoop Dogg it got too hot so i dropped it
tongues a glock so i grip and cock it
and in a couple seconds ima start verbally poppin

eh, fuck it.

[RezOner..]

I wear kippas and I dont eat pork
Jewish jewish jewish, Jewish fork
Jewish jewish pack assholes like corks

[UnConscious]

this guy is rappin bout stickin pigs in the ass
gettin lit in the grass horde
killin em leavein em on railroad tracks
n gettin hit by the task force
i pass scores
im toppin charts like a na source
nasa askya questions n get murdered for cash course
my crash course flows breakin backs like nas kourse
that naskar wheelin through the gas pass force
cuz im jedi mindin clouds and spittin spits like a blast force
clash wit torches that be burnin shit like stash scorched

[vegimite on toast]

pretty shitty

[vegimite on toast]

its a wrap

[UnConscious]

eye spy a hater in my midst
snuff him with the chromed nine grip
my tongue is the gun spittin dome rhymes rip
u gets it?
my dope rhymes stick to ya mind like land mine ticks
i flips the flow so ya face now match ya asshole prick
pick, ya body up with the dozer and roller ya in the ditch
foldya wit the wits that my hip hop spit hot off the flip flop tips
i spits sparks, and damage ya click wit bic barks bitch
lighters that hit harder than pitbulls bitin off curbs hearts and brick
its
the cynical individual rippin spits in diferent intravels
speakin the visuals
actual factual rappin, the action pennical
keep ya rappin to the minimal
cuz we animals n we generals
we army seargents leavin tagets starvin in the minerals

need i say much more?

[cheesegril]

yo stok reppin his block since 04 yeah we already know your girls a whore' im not down with punk ass kats lookin at my shit callin it wack hahaha what the fuck you gonna do? i'll pull up on my fuckin ski-doo' fuck your honda civic i'm kickin rhymes that straight livid' i'm so cheap i'll buy only one timbit. snakes to the double man causin lots of trouble man. this commin year i'll be drinkin beer hittin those trains waisting away my brains. so many cans when i think back and untill this day i'm still on the attack. drinking apple juice because its the morning sheeeit aint got a job because that shits boring.

[Jdip]

We born to die
so I just get high like im born ta fly
im in the court wit marijuana eyes
we hit the clubs til the moning rise
Cus day an night we run the streets
hope i dont pay that price
they got the nerve to tell me to press my brakes
an if i do then how will rent get paid
so now im thinkin that 200 stacks
well would it bring me back?
especially now that recessions hit
my only answer to my question is
ok now heres a thought
streets is a mariage that you cant divorce
lifes a bitch but i think i fell in love
so i treat the game just like im selling drugs







<(o 0),,l,_
Dipset All MuthaFuckin Day !!!!

[Thread-Locks]

need i say much more?

Please don't, go away
Hey, you're gay
I talk in rhymes that's how I roll
Fuck fuck fuck shit shit ni gga I got soul

And seriously your sig is embarrassing, change it to something thats not really gay

[sketch_three]

my citys a waste land like a distopia futer,
cant walk to the shops without some bitch scopin ur pumas,
shystie clicks hopin to shoot ya,
yes its sketch smokin a spliff aproachin to nuke ya,
importin lyirics from boats into cuba,

[sketch_three]

yo im throwin big bricks,
at any biznith,
chattin in pig shit
in my district,
fuck out my busines,
i roll witn mans who would cut a fellon,
sty guttah dwellin,
dont make me uppacut ur mellon,
my lyrics eat ur core,
please dont speak no more,
yo ill battle runin on the spot till ur feet go sore,
kick a ryme a week or 4,
leave u too weak to talk,
one verse broke jaws,
punch line hokers and choke whores

[sketch_three]

12 guage lyirics, and punchlines of buckshot,
command hells spirits,leave punks dyin at the bus stop,

fuck a driveby,i do air strikes,
only shogun assasin who were nikes,
on a shinobie tip doin backflips
an air hikes,
blunt stay lit like a flair light,
bustin egal claw in a fair fight,
bruce lee villen i never spare life,
got my one entrence music soundin like sega,
on a dethmarch like vader,
fuck bullits im packin light sabers,
ill keep feind robbin,
till i get a whip likee the green goblin,
freddys elmstreet click, we stay dream mobbin,
yo im getting complex,
merkin mcs on a decepticon flex,
on a verbal timer better check for bomb threats,

[Scheme*119]

sketch has sex with grimey women after buying them and average priced drink, fuck him



my rhyme flow can not be touched.

[sketch_three]

im fuckin hyper lyrical yo,
flipin the script on suckkas like a pancake,
spittin crazzy hyberolic time lord badboy rudey top shotta lyrcs,
im a dapper bun dat .yaa dun know i fi murrda youts

[Scheme*119]

yeah blud, sketch is a chav?

[sketch_three]

dont make me bore u up u slag,
im this road ting 4 08,
comin to ur endz soon with 40 badboy massive
ill dark u up u cheif,
gettin metaphysical on youts like subzero,
busin bad breddah bushido on cunts in 360 degrees

[vegimite on toast]

sketch3 and me, together like toilets and pee
fused in one like gogeta in dragonball gt, you see me
then thru seas you board ships and go flee
cause you too cheap for a plane,
i fly by concord and meet you the port
holdin up ya name, on a piece of card
my dicks real hard, in my pipes the shards
not a fat lard cause the meth got me drippin
fat thru my pores leavin my pants slippin
savin me the energy to drop me dacks
so me and ya relatives can fuck back to back
hot shit you lack, pork ribs i stack
here the cops is jacks, divvy vans to the stock caps
rockin rocks cause i think im black
scary motherfucka handin out heart attacks

[yoda]

im spittn shittn my pantss..
cuz im to sickn n advance..
witda spittn spitt out my lipp..
i leave knoe chance, forr a glance ora glare..
i bee ryte there..
king of the heir,to the throne..
i breathe air into the cartridge bloww ryte inn your cartlidge..
sraight intoo the bones..
my eyes dialatin while i tolka a tolk n upon my throne..
i own you bitchez witt the swiftt twist of my spitt,into a timme zone..
nuclearr warr with one word over the telephone..
i burst in curses juss blurtt over the sidde..
im the 666 to your soull defined.

[sketch_three]

fuck u fakin the funk mcs,
gripin a glock,
talkin bout cash but cant aford to piss in a pot,
nerver rippin the spot,
i stay hipin the hop,
spitttin it hot,
still live on a sickenin block,
caught slippin get shot,
feinds still sniffin the rock,
beef happens money still kickin it off,
13 yr olds stabin youts to prove if their chicken or not,

[sketch_three]

WHos ur idol,
battl till hes suicidal,
pushin the rusty hook in my song throu his eyeball,

i wish i had fly paper,
stacks like skyscrapers,
getin baked more tha a pie maker,
sellin weed to my baker
mind on gettin cream,
lettin of steam,
screamin die haters,
but im a lazy cunt,
fuck this song ill try later

[BigBlueViolence]

I'm on that grimey tip
Like fuckin Oscar the Grouch
Crash your bitches party and smack you off of her couch
Stick a gun in your mouth
pull the trigger and laugh
rip of your dumb hoes pants and stick my dick in her ass
why'll she's sittin there cryin
watchin her boyfriend on the ground
bleedin and dyin
all because your faggot ass started beefin and lyin
but when i came around you'd look at me and deny it
you fake *****

[Thread-Locks]

I revolve like the planet and evolve like a mammal
I'm a fresh homosapien, I can hump like a camel
Trees and cars and patches of grass
Are things I like to hump and pretend that they're ass
I'm weird like that, I bite off nibs
And drink that ink like a Mr Pibb
I also drink paint, that shit's delicious
My digestive system's raw like Sid Vicious
Fuck you, don't hate, these rhymes are precious
Yet rotten like Johnny, fly fly freshest

[Small Time Crook]

hahahaha...

Jesus Christ, and I'm not talkin' about the mod
*****s need to drop their facade, before I drop a bomb
or two or even motherfuckin SIXTEEN
how many other *****s can come correct and this clean?
lookie here, buddy, I got this new toy
it's a motherfuckin' chainsaw now your ribcage is destroyed
im a little fuckin' sicko with no inhibitions
i hope someone has my mixtape on they wishlist
and if you dont, well ima just forcefeed you my words
SWALLOW, BITCH, OPEN YOUR FUCKIN' MOUTH AND SWALLOW
i dont even have to rhyme to freestyle, follow?
i know im not the best, hell some would say im lame
but I kick evilier shit then most kids could anyday
so step to the plate if you really want an acquired taste
ill jack all your lyrics and use them on my demo tape
then when im making paper off the words you said
ill say "FUCK YOU *****" in my mothafuckin' magazine spread

:)

[MEARoc1]

you see it all when you livin in the bus
you gots to be real thats why i spit it from the gut
i give em what they want, like a slut
they just gotta give it up

since the day i was born ive been certain to die
but for now im tryna stay between the dirt and the sky






i pledge aliegance to the street, to my crew, to the the beat, to my dudes.
to the weed and the brews im just keepin it true thats the least i can do.
this beat is so smooth you can sleep to my tunes
yo my pockets is fat
it feels good to know that ya dudes always got cha back
it feels good to have a broad as a matter of fact

...thats all i got for now.

[UnConscious]

as a matter of fact it feels good to spit raps
and it feels even better to get cheddar from rippin tracks
but wen the pockets dont stack right i dont get down in the dumps
i switch my mentality to the abnormalities and cattle the bumps
slaughter the harry potter, david blaine, the street magic
you call it the blow, my flow is more addicting than fucking is to rabbits
the cabbage is easliy obtainable all u have to do is reach
but reach too deep and end up on the other side of the beach
eatin sand sanwhiches, livin life as a bum
all because ya mind was tilted on the size of the funds
but funds wont get me, i get them son
one, two, three, hundreds in the lump sums
dumb dumbs hold some sums that those sums just run
away from they grasp into my glass and get drunk
i swallow my cash flow and invest it for the coming years
cuz when the shit hits the fan ill control the sum of all fears

[Nem]

yes yes yall, it is i the officially decreed epitome of all text seeds,
you cant see me? im busy evading the hand that feeds, invading the landlords needs,
catchin cats systematically repeatin, absolutely out of wack and overeaten
sitting amidst a small group telling lies and never reading, exceeding, mostly bleeding not leaving, or treating the wounds, leaving the living dead with harpoons in their tombs, bombs in their wombs,
callin facts, a crack murderer. wack, i never heard a ya,
sayin you got that booty buttcrack like im supposed to be scared a ya.

[COBALT]

smoke mad blunts
get lifted

[Nem]

lil wayne kills it in the rap world


yall on some hyphy WACK shit.
yall never called for your wifey back bitch?
thats right cuz i got her on the bathroom floor masturbatin with crustaceans
finish up, ill throw her in a back alley she'll be gettin fellatio from a Haitian,
slit all your crews vocal chord's just to stop the hatin'
ill be waitin, right inside your front door, causin ruckus makin sure i exacerbate the situation,
stab you in the gut and watch you die with no traces,
ill rob your for your shoes and strangle yo ass with the laces,
many faces, comin outta the shadows bringin fear,
words, verbs, adjectives sendin you straight through the stratosphere,
lyrical flow enter in through ears, pass through your cerebral cortex,
its like a literary vortex, us cats creepin by makin sure we tokin techs,
ill murder yo stank ass, cuttin you off at the neck,
whos next?

[DaBluntHead]

I spit chronic hits , my lyrics'll fuck up your whole system
my bad but a emcee thats talkshittin like you , i gotta diss him
im driving you insane , i aint a computer freak but ill give you a hard drive
steer from left to right , pass the blunt to the passenger side
bottle hits followed close by thoughts of getting ghost
you choke ,then pass out, dreaming to boast never last out
rapping is not easy, when you livin without what im all about
i got clout , im ready to die but still not high enough
just for the occasion ill roll you and smoke you up
you frontin , wildin out over some bullshit like you was hard
but you
cry over spillled beer , throwup in your mama's car
you wish you could be me
the realest motherfucker that you ever saw


BLABLABLABLA i cant rap

[milfhunter]

pacman:

ok as i take this and make this
into a full page i got out of a blank list
i thank less as hatin *****z maintain fake sense
and wake with a song on my ipod that says "shake bitch"
special request to take on any guest
at his best and put his so called lyrical skill to a rest
as i feast on it like its a fest
and eat his ventricles straight from his chest
i'd like to see an MC use what i have against me
cuz wat i have is nothing so im a put it simply
come and get me da round hero multiple aliases
eatin through phases and puttin *****z through amazement

puppet:

amazement
embracing women who dont have facelifts
people are all alive but i see them rather tasteless
im subatomic with melodic rhymes that strive
to maximize responses to random peoples minds
as i put the quarter inside
i go on a wild ride of suicide for ghosts who wanted to lose their pride
i watch them go away as he gets into place
and eats them like cannibal man with dead face
i'm misplaced
unattached like kid with an umbellical cord
at montgomery ward
thinkin of whats in store
at the cashier spot with the girl with the sore
i wake up again in a daze cuz hells bent
but still i sit here in amazement

pacman:


its an invasion
of multiple maniacs wit brains packed wit nothin their vacant
instead of spankin it im makin it
farther than most people would have bothered in takin it
its crazy quick time slows down and it gets so hot
but im still daydreamin walkin round wit lupes robot
dreamin of my cool as sit around da edge of a stove pot
cuz i aim to be diffrent and fearless of gettin my dome popped
but fuck it, im tired of sayin fuck it but fuck it less
bitches tell me i cant make it, but i say "fuck it mrs.
followin da rules is gonna stop my lil brother from hustlin?
its gonna stop him gettin arrested when it wasnt him?
answer me dat. answer me back. exactly! ur speechless
im da realest here and u hang around wit fuckin leeches
Jesus! i cant believe this yall is supposed to be a genious
and u got mind drones walkin around here fiendin
to be like where im from but it aint the same
cuz i can same asswhole no matter what it aint the name"

puppet:

Names dont mean shit unless someone makes it something
im tired of all these bitches saying theyre fine
but they aint nothing
simple and plain like a burger from a plain jane
who wants to bring the pain but doesnt know where the song came
from to and fro we went about and talked about it
clouded mind we're out of time to stop and think about surroundings
gone again yes my friend i'm stopping time in my own sense
but dont tell anyone because then i'll be forever told to stop it
mind tells time and time is ruled why?
because logic is inside like intel and we're fine
so sit back relax and misconstrue these words
ill let you know i drive the car
but i try to hart earn

pacman:

shit... its me so just
give me a quarter and i'll put it down like a steam roller
i dont give a damn bout a bitch dat is like dat
cuz im too in love wit my self so i come right back
i mean when i meet the girl that is like pac
den ignitin writin comes in and she'll write back
damn i like her i like dat im on da ball like fifa
and i'll viva like i never left and i dint leave her
but beyond im eatin the imaginary beat like ima goblin
shit i still havent met when failures an option
i got too much on line to risk and more on optic
and so many lines that theyre fallin out my pocket
i got it but i for got it never in my memory
ur gone poof! be gone bitch u never lived wit me
or knew me, i graduated and u still tried to school me
tried to fool me but u cant kill a hero , but u can try to screw me
have fun wit it as u try to run it
u realize what u lost and den ur done wit it

puppet:

done with
equipt with missiles that kick
on with a button thats written in german
rehearsing random topics but i heard that in certain
points like a vertice we learning to be the ones hurting
with knives and forks spoons
just gimme the food soon
i'll decapitate a ***** if i dont have nourishment dude!
im seeing spots run as if i was on lsd
and my little silent disses wanna literally save dese
assholes
im far from bashful my shit is mashed like potatoes
funny lines up above but down below always say no
to stranger no danger no danger! i dont know you!
second head talking i dont know how to control you!
litter my lyrics leveling limping lovely lepers
who licked a little lad lounging trying to relive it
i got it grabbed a hold of
learned how to go shove
then did a bump um...
no thats not my outcome.

.
pacman:

shit i outrun
i live in darkness witout sun
"how can u live life like dat? witout fun?"
i dunno why but shit thats da outcome
so ive been against twenty two toe touchn transvesdites
trying to tell me times trembling in '0 twelve types
damn den wat am i gona be doin til den?
have my mind go up blow up and write on da sky wit a pen
i own it but they dont know it
i growed quick and love da old shit
slow spit's better than no spit
and wont quits better than forfeit
when i run out of quarters den pac is fuckd
on da curb just eatin his capn crunch
and when dats dun wit
he'll find a punk bitch and eat that punk quick
cuz theres nuthin he'll give you
he's said it before the hunger continues
its already aired in my area
against da ages and some agents da are allurin ya
shit its all in before i fall in
to da crowd wit money in my wallet im ballin'
shoot me shoot me! im not it
im not him! oh my god i want to vomit

ALI

uh uh i wreck harder tahn ever when i get on the mic i make these fakes *****s sweat so much it it feels liek theyre wearing a sweater

puppet

Uh!
i rearrange a face with sandpaper and throw a lace of lsd into their system, acid trip they cant release

boredom.

aLI


yo check it my spits are liek fire they touch u burn but whne my fist does it boom there you go..fake *****s aint got squt on me the games been there for me so when i need to ill put a ***** out and play it of liek r2d2

puppet

stop. i will be forced to hit you with words that will inflict damage into your skull

aLI

yo puppet thinks cool but wat he doent know he gets palyed liek a trumpet i lack the skills kill so i pop pills get my self gone so i can go tr uanother day and pop off life sucks until u make it till then u try best not to fake it

puppet

made sense

i smashed a semi space invading
simple sucker who was degrading
several skinny skanks wearing skirts around the block debating
about the money earned
hard money spurting out like batter
of the babies so i slapped him with it
they heard the clatter
around the block here comes the other ones
mindless drones run dog!
i cant believe it, ho revolution is on nawww
its goin on and i'm the one to blame
now i cant get bjs for a dollar fifty
damn hahaha

ALI

how can u hurt those are hurt i sold my soul to gain fame but i ended up being eaten by the underbelly of the game so now greed feeds my thought its the only way i could plesure soul my darkness wills and bounds me ties me to the earths force in th end of time im forced to walk alone

puppet

he problem there is whats right is wrong and left is right
so left is wrong and right is wrong
you get it right?
the simple minded media wanted brainwash
"lets make a book about how you should live and print the pages out"
put em on a beat an interesting concept
were all convex but i'm on wrong like a contact
i might be incorrect but i doubt it still
see if we worship something better
higher, thats by our own will

aLI

lol bj's..nice the revolution begins so the end of times is near im prepared with no fear ready to defend my pride and home i i stand clear of danger still time is a lone ranger theres no way to pull a wager so u run and run till ur safe from war but the sins are coming and theres no remorse so u must fight and believe cause theres no relief from the dangers below he awaits for your soul so strike a deal anf shorten ur time or satnd up and protect and fight for whats right.

ALI

when it comes time to kill a man will you have the power to get rid of him souls,thoughts,dreams are the only way to escape relaity and wickedness surrounds me the tiny flcikr of light confounds me yet im gaped by darkness with no were to go only down to sell my soul but i refuse to give up and stand down i will rise up above all and put them down.

ALI

sold out on a blood oath my dark soul grows and grows. my verbal skills are ill liek a an unconcious nuns urge to kill i tkae time to think but i might just end up counting time again as i draw near i cripple and crawl in fear i ream about the ime i shoulda done something instead of standing still, sold my soul when i was 10 for a chance to be liek the rest of them.looks perosnality,staus its al a cahnge but on the insid i remain the same,my fear manifestas guilt and pride sins keep me from trying to be normal again now the times come my soul is his he's coming to claimat the strike ofof 10 to takem e way and leave my mind,bodycold and dead if i had a chance i to do it all over i wouldnt second guess i wouldsave mysef be myself and try it all over again. i wouldnt even tarde up for a bag of green i would grow ,take risks,and look at everything around me,i would grow old and still be me in my last dayi would look up and scream im fre im free.

[thaEEZYway]

pacman:


pacman:


its an invasion
of multiple maniacs wit brains packed wit nothin their vacant
instead of spankin it im makin it
farther than most people would have bothered in takin it
its crazy quick time slows down and it gets so hot
but im still daydreamin walkin round wit lupes robot
dreamin of my cool as sit around da edge of a stove pot
cuz i aim to be diffrent and fearless of gettin my dome popped
but fuck it, im tired of sayin fuck it but fuck it less
bitches tell me i cant make it, but i say "fuck it mrs.
followin da rules is gonna stop my lil brother from hustlin?
its gonna stop him gettin arrested when it wasnt him?
answer me dat. answer me back. exactly! ur speechless
im da realest here and u hang around wit fuckin leeches
Jesus! i cant believe this yall is supposed to be a genious
and u got mind drones walkin around here fiendin
to be like where im from but it aint the same
cuz i can same asswhole no matter what it aint the name"

puppet:

Names dont mean shit unless someone makes it something
im tired of all these bitches saying theyre fine
but they aint nothing
simple and plain like a burger from a plain jane
who wants to bring the pain but doesnt know where the song came
from to and fro we went about and talked about it
clouded mind we're out of time to stop and think about surroundings
gone again yes my friend i'm stopping time in my own sense
but dont tell anyone because then i'll be forever told to stop it
mind tells time and time is ruled why?
because logic is inside like intel and we're fine
so sit back relax and misconstrue these words
ill let you know i drive the car
but i try to hart earn

pacman:

shit... its me so just
give me a quarter and i'll put it down like a steam roller
i dont give a damn bout a bitch dat is like dat
cuz im too in love wit my self so i come right back
i mean when i meet the girl that is like pac
den ignitin writin comes in and she'll write back
damn i like her i like dat im on da ball like fifa
and i'll viva like i never left and i dint leave her
but beyond im eatin the imaginary beat like ima goblin
shit i still havent met when failures an option
i got too much on line to risk and more on optic
and so many lines that theyre fallin out my pocket
i got it but i for got it never in my memory
ur gone poof! be gone bitch u never lived wit me
or knew me, i graduated and u still tried to school me
tried to fool me but u cant kill a hero , but u can try to screw me
have fun wit it as u try to run it
u realize what u lost and den ur done wit it

puppet:

done with
equipt with missiles that kick
on with a button thats written in german
rehearsing random topics but i heard that in certain
points like a vertice we learning to be the ones hurting
with knives and forks spoons
just gimme the food soon
i'll decapitate a ***** if i dont have nourishment dude!
im seeing spots run as if i was on lsd
and my little silent disses wanna literally save dese
assholes
im far from bashful my shit is mashed like potatoes
funny lines up above but down below always say no
to stranger no danger no danger! i dont know you!
second head talking i dont know how to control you!
litter my lyrics leveling limping lovely lepers
who licked a little lad lounging trying to relive it
i got it grabbed a hold of
learned how to go shove
then did a bump um...
no thats not my outcome.

.
pacman:

shit i outrun
i live in darkness witout sun
"how can u live life like dat? witout fun?"
i dunno why but shit thats da outcome
so ive been against twenty two toe touchn transvesdites
trying to tell me times trembling in '0 twelve types
damn den wat am i gona be doin til den?
have my mind go up blow up and write on da sky wit a pen
i own it but they dont know it
i growed quick and love da old shit
slow spit's better than no spit
and wont quits better than forfeit
when i run out of quarters den pac is fuckd
on da curb just eatin his capn crunch
and when dats dun wit
he'll find a punk bitch and eat that punk quick
cuz theres nuthin he'll give you
he's said it before the hunger continues
its already aired in my area
against da ages and some agents da are allurin ya
shit its all in before i fall in
to da crowd wit money in my wallet im ballin'
shoot me shoot me! im not it
im not him! oh my god i want to vomit

ALI

uh uh i wreck harder tahn ever when i get on the mic i make these fakes *****s sweat so much it it feels liek theyre wearing a sweater

puppet

Uh!
i rearrange a face with sandpaper and throw a lace of lsd into their system, acid trip they cant release

boredom.

aLI


yo check it my spits are liek fire they touch u burn but whne my fist does it boom there you go..fake *****s aint got squt on me the games been there for me so when i need to ill put a ***** out and play it of liek r2d2

puppet

stop. i will be forced to hit you with words that will inflict damage into your skull

aLI

yo puppet thinks cool but wat he doent know he gets palyed liek a trumpet i lack the skills kill so i pop pills get my self gone so i can go tr uanother day and pop off life sucks until u make it till then u try best not to fake it

puppet

made sense

i smashed a semi space invading
simple sucker who was degrading
several skinny skanks wearing skirts around the block debating
about the money earned
hard money spurting out like batter
of the babies so i slapped him with it
they heard the clatter
around the block here comes the other ones
mindless drones run dog!
i cant believe it, ho revolution is on nawww
its goin on and i'm the one to blame
now i cant get bjs for a dollar fifty
damn hahaha

ALI

how can u hurt those are hurt i sold my soul to gain fame but i ended up being eaten by the underbelly of the game so now greed feeds my thought its the only way i could plesure soul my darkness wills and bounds me ties me to the earths force in th end of time im forced to walk alone

puppet

he problem there is whats right is wrong and left is right
so left is wrong and right is wrong
you get it right?
the simple minded media wanted brainwash
"lets make a book about how you should live and print the pages out"
put em on a beat an interesting concept
were all convex but i'm on wrong like a contact
i might be incorrect but i doubt it still
see if we worship something better
higher, thats by our own will

aLI

lol bj's..nice the revolution begins so the end of times is near im prepared with no fear ready to defend my pride and home i i stand clear of danger still time is a lone ranger theres no way to pull a wager so u run and run till ur safe from war but the sins are coming and theres no remorse so u must fight and believe cause theres no relief from the dangers below he awaits for your soul so strike a deal anf shorten ur time or satnd up and protect and fight for whats right.

ALI

when it comes time to kill a man will you have the power to get rid of him souls,thoughts,dreams are the only way to escape relaity and wickedness surrounds me the tiny flcikr of light confounds me yet im gaped by darkness with no were to go only down to sell my soul but i refuse to give up and stand down i will rise up above all and put them down.

ALI

sold out on a blood oath my dark soul grows and grows. my verbal skills are ill liek a an unconcious nuns urge to kill i tkae time to think but i might just end up counting time again as i draw near i cripple and crawl in fear i ream about the ime i shoulda done something instead of standing still, sold my soul when i was 10 for a chance to be liek the rest of them.looks perosnality,staus its al a cahnge but on the insid i remain the same,my fear manifestas guilt and pride sins keep me from trying to be normal again now the times come my soul is his he's coming to claimat the strike ofof 10 to takem e way and leave my mind,bodycold and dead if i had a chance i to do it all over i wouldnt second guess i wouldsave mysef be myself and try it all over again. i wouldnt even tarde up for a bag of green i would grow ,take risks,and look at everything around me,i would grow old and still be me in my last dayi would look up and scream im fre im free.

yo, your suppost to battle somone via e-rapping. (which is kind of lame). Not document a battle and paste into a post what was spit. and i dont by any means freestyle, i write my shit and take good time and thought into it

just for the hell of it though:

if words are used as weapons
bitch im spittin nuclear bombs
come out victorious in battles, gotchu caught in tha midst of maelstroms
im hittin east, west, shit i'll drop on north and tha south
shits blowin harder than the load im blowin in ya girls mouth

and now its time ta have some fun and get ta callin you out
this right here is killin you, give you a bit ta think about
apparently your on a milf hunt
yet im tha only one bout ta pipe ya moms cunt
as far as huntin well bitch your moms one to chase
i'll get her down on her knees and bust my load in her face


haha, all in good fun by the way. im not tryin to e-beef you and e-rape your mom.

if you can e-out spit me(which you probally can), than so be it and i'll be happy to let you know you killed me.

this is what no sleep at 3:30AM and utterly annoying boredom and being on here does to me though.

[thaEEZYway]

by the way last few dudes, nem, unconsious, smalltime, mare, yall killed it. good shit

[vegimite on toast]

ill kill ya with my black jack hammer
them insides ima spill them with my wack newjack lack luster rhyme buster stammer
then drill ya like a black glamor
whose ass im gonna straight ramma
like it doesnt matter, cause im like an original gun clappa
like black moon i cover the poon like a choclate wrapper
yeah im a snapper, ill crack ya, macerate ya and lyrically attack ya
blow you to smitherines then glue you backa, you wacker
than games rained out and replaced with commentators chatter

[Thread-Locks]

by the way last few dudes, nem, unconsious, smalltime, mare, yall killed it. good shit

Don't encourage unconscious, he'll just keep coming back

[TASR]

I've seen quite a bit of big L on here, unless hes still alive and on BS forums

[sketch_three]

whos dumb enuff to bite of big l

[UnConscious]

whos dumb enuff to bite of big l

the type to write some wack shit and spit fails.
speak thread-locks name like hittin the head of a nail
cuz this dude couldnt spit live vomitin on third rails.
snail flows fa show homie dont talk
your white, you write pip-squeek and puff powder, call u chalk.
but chalk get wiped off the map
cuz with raps im off the top of the head like choppin blocks
my tongue the verbal gun, spittin like im poppin glocks
shit... ill speak the same flames each time i open my mouth
cuz u lames cant handle change like mccain and the south
but my brain it amounts to somethin u can never achieve
and please leave it to the beaver to recieve my wood in rubber sleeves
so please skeez either be easy or be sleez
either drop to ya kneez and please my n.u.t.z. or please leave.
dont come back, dont respond with whack raps
cuz homie ur sold out like 80s crack sacks.

like vegi said its a wrap

[chloroformic.]

so listen hear and listen clear...
i'll throw your teeth in reverse
and park them where you release your verse.

ya dig?

[UnConscious]

back & forth
of course i wraps the corpse
my raps is like the mummy, an everlasting force
forever and ever im blasting more
im crashing course directly into ya sound source
cerebral coretex core
i gore ya mind like frank trucksticks or buckets of benjamins sprinkled on cinnamon whores
my mind developes the verbal venom spit into ya pores
the letter 4
D for dodge vipers, nothing less i settle for
its my destiny, been blessed wit the capability to spread my message wit my words n wit fertility
my seed carries on my legacy
wit mad agility he fills in the verbal vacancy
forever thankin me
but im just forever thankin emcees that paved the way so aimlessly
and laughin at the haters and the fakers tryin to dis on spits thats spit so shamelessly
im heinously rippin mics and leavin emcees served like shrimp fried rice on two for $2 in china town on friday night

[SeapNSR]

i drop rhymes like patrick bateman drops chainsaws
can you blame whores
for standing under them copping flegm
that i cough while i throff
at the mouth with lines thatll huff puff and blow down your house
cuz im tired of this static you fucken dickhead
ill lock you in my attic and feed you buckets of fish heads
then see what ya bitch says when shes not getting half your income
shell go to the next man and try to make him cum
you see you have been dumb
nobody is capable of loving you
they lovin the paper dude and the prada shoes
i dont have the hardest crew
but on the streets you wont find a smarter dude
tho in the classroom i just fart and chew
that hearty food
and spark the doob
kick back with a bona pointed at a dardy boo
fuck it
i went to school for 14 years
i still just drink beers til im a vegetable
work in a shitty factory breathing in poisonous chemicals
what do i know?
i dont know shit
sept how to get high and please a bitch
i knew where to find the clit before fucking health class
i aint earning wealth fast
just spending past my use by date
to prove my fate
is to get wasted and paint on freights
to make up for the waste of life
you subjected me to
now when im reflected in to
the mirror i dunno what im looking at
but im not a sooky cat
i stay strong and keep on
til im gone
buried in this filthy sand
with filthy hands
theres no fucken afterlife so i built a plan
to make every minute worth 60 grand
even in this bland world my ancestors scanned
decided to fuck up the land
and build some heinous structures
trains and busses
that i claim for destruction
in the form of sprayed productions
to paint back the beauty of this planet
that was a gift we took for granted
but not from a god cuz religion is bananas
believe what you want but fuck off with those banners
all up in my face
mormons coming to my house in my personal space
walk out the door theres ads all over the place
taste this taste that
promise it wont make you fat
fucken
chasing me and i cant get away
so i fuck you back with stylish letter spray
then i have a better day
you better step away
cuz i aint doing a chorus
dont care if you boo or applaud this
ill stay on the mic while you look through a thesaurus
trying to find your next line
while im rapping overtime
i goes for mine
like pete nice
without dying like bradley from sublime
peace goes out to you brother.

[Small Time Crook]

I'll knock you out and steal your babies stroller/
do drivebys with it, til the cops pull me over/
snatch the pigs grip out of its holster/
im loopier then all of six flags roller coasters/
so many children try to talk tough and be hard/
then i leave'im marred cuz ive got the strength of a retard/
goin hulk goin' green after i chief somethin' incredible/
my styles foul, tasteless, ***** im far from edible/
when i was a kid i would impale bugs with toothpicks/
then eat'im up in front of my parents for a few kicks/
never dressed nice, no, never had a pair of new kicks/
in fact all my clothes are full of holes and pretty much useless/
so i prowl the streets naked, tryna to pick up eighth graders/
Chris Hansen doesn't like me, he's my biggest hater/
walked into the house he occupied, with a plot devised/
he asked me some questions before i gouged out his eyes/
ran out the crib with the underage bitch tied with rope/
took her to the forest, fucked her raw then slit her throat/

[UnConscious]

u think impaling bugs with toothpicks is ruthless?
nah... im impaling emcees with booths when i summon twisters wit two fists
choose to loop this and ya choose to be toothless
cuz bitin my lines and rhymes gets u a mouth full of cement thats fruitless
stupid.

[Vice(Tre)]

..my style dont make sence its putrid
catch me on the corner in trenchcoat sellin used clits
or at sum dudes crib fuckin two chicks wit huge tits
smackin little breasted whores while screamin GET A BOOB LIFT
true shit

[Small Time Crook]

Ahem.

Unconscious, I hope you wasn't really attemptin/
at performin a slight hip hop disection/
i could merk you without even usin a weapon/
at my own discretion/
did you really think you could be bestin/
a ***** who nobody invests in?/
i dont got money, so ill merk ya for your purse/
i hope after this rhyme you dont get all butthurt/
cuz im a real shit talker, and one of the realest killas/
i got more ways to kill you then Costa Rican guerillas/
i could smash your skull, bash it to a pulp/
and thats just using a motherfuckin' microphone/
the stage been my home, but the crowd is fuckin vacant/
let it be known im that sicko runnin at you full force, naked/
racin', like your heart soon will be/
sittin' there just mumblin "damn, Small Time killed me"/
i really hope when this is over we'll be able to sit back and laugh/
then youll kiss my ass and ask for one more autograph/
so take your shirt off and let me sign that bird chest/
ill do it with a sharpie this time, unlike the knife, it hurts less/
and this aint as wild as i can go, this shits caged and tamed/
because i dont waste much time on mothafuckin' lames/
oh, and lemme end this shit in the same way that you did/
stupid.

;)

[SeapNSR]

i drop rhymes like patrick bateman drops chainsaws
can you blame whores
for standing under them copping flegm
that i cough while i throff
at the mouth with lines thatll huff puff and blow down your house
cuz im tired of this static you fucken dickhead
ill lock you in my attic and feed you buckets of fish heads
then see what ya bitch says when shes not getting half your income
shell go to the next man and try to make him cum
you see you have been dumb
nobody is capable of loving you
they lovin the paper dude and the prada shoes
i dont have the hardest crew
but on the streets you wont find a smarter dude
tho in the classroom i just fart and chew
that hearty food
and spark the doob
kick back with a bona pointed at a dardy boo
fuck it
i went to school for 14 years
i still just drink beers til im a vegetable
work in a shitty factory breathing in poisonous chemicals
what do i know?
i dont know shit
sept how to get high and please a bitch
i knew where to find the clit before fucking health class
i aint earning wealth fast
just spending past my use by date
to prove my fate
is to get wasted and paint on freights
to make up for the waste of life
you subjected me to
now when im reflected in to
the mirror i dunno what im looking at
but im not a sooky cat
i stay strong and keep on
til im gone
buried in this filthy sand
with filthy hands
theres no fucken afterlife so i built a plan
to make every minute worth 60 grand
even in this bland world my ancestors scanned
decided to fuck up the land
and build some heinous structures
trains and busses
that i claim for destruction
in the form of sprayed productions
to paint back the beauty of this planet
that was a gift we took for granted
but not from a god cuz religion is bananas
believe what you want but fuck off with those banners
all up in my face
mormons coming to my house in my personal space
walk out the door theres ads all over the place
taste this taste that
promise it wont make you fat
fucken
chasing me and i cant get away
so i fuck you back with stylish letter spray
then i have a better day
you better step away
cuz i aint doing a chorus
dont care if you boo or applaud this
ill stay on the mic while you look through a thesaurus
trying to find your next line
while im rapping overtime
i goes for mine
like pete nice
without dying like bradley from sublime
peace goes out to you brother.

i bump my own shit
cuz i domed this
and its iller than any of your homies
and it deserves the new page to burn all you phonies

[.A.K.4.7.]

yo, my name is joe, youze are fags, get a record deal.


uh

[Small Time Crook]

AK, can your jawline save lives? I heard it could..

Anyways.
Bumpity bump because this thread is how I kill time.

I miss the guys who were actually good at this :(

[Tampering With Evidence]

It's been a long minute but homie you summoned it
Theres a lotta frauds in here that are only frontin it
Flauntin' like they got ill skills and rugged rhymes for days
Half these fucks would suck dicks to get a few radio plays
Go ahead give me a pen and watch as I put it to work
Until the ink finishes bleeding and I got it for what it was worth
The ink dries forming the most meanest and hardest verse
I can't leave until I make sure I have a mark left on this earth
Gimme the loot, but fuck it y'all can hold onto the fame
Because all that brings is unwanted attention and pain
A mental strain, so when I rhyme you know this isn't feign
So when I say this all I want is you to remember my name
At the end of the day the pen and paper is just a fraction
Its the mic, and the performance that causes a chain reaction
Can make you wild out, feel sorrow, or just start relaxin'
I'm just workin to give you all the greatest satisfaction
So I'm droppin' this to enlighten myself and you
All I gotta say is stay true and do what you do

[UnConscious]

this small time crook is sketch, caint even flex
he couldnt lift the five pounds roped around my neck
im talkin big money and you talkin tits homie
u a dick ridin bitch ridin cock like genuwine ponies
im the rock, u jabroni
im on top, u just below me
my flows got the flock while ya flows is just lonely
ur word play is stationary, homie i call u sony
im a tyranasaurus rex wrestlin lesbian lizards slowly
sobe, my energy be everlasting like my stamina in the ring
like on the mic i bob and weave weak emcees that think they hype
think they ready to fight after a couple punchlines not directed at em
i take the first lil bit then rip it wit more wits than the clits i rips wen hips i grip n stick in dick
u see u couldnt faze me wit a million bruce lee azn fanatic fans round house kickin like patrick swazy
ur best bet is to bargain, reason for ya life and pays me
act lazy and fuel like ethanol when ya body burried in a maize b.
fuck this battle back to the haze that be leavein my mind dazed like daisies.
and the blunts i be hittin is just amazing.
so wat was that u were saying?

[La Coka Nostra]

my flow is poisonous, some people say i "talk sick" (toxic)
you? you're not shit. you got nothing to walk with
you know you cant rhyme like me, so just stop it
and you know you ain't fly like me, you like an ostrich
you lost it. so now you sing to the "birds"
i'll be givin you the finger while i finger your girl
john brown can move over, i'm the king of the burbs
the original, i kill when i bring it, you heard


written. not freestyled.

[Small Time Crook]

Coka im feelin' it a little, i'd have to hear that recorded.
seems promising though


annnnnnnd thennnnn

i sat down, took a shit, and watched it spring to life
it looked at me, blinked it's eyes then demanded a mic
stunned as fuck, dazed, how the hell did this shit happen?
no pun intended, but for real, why is this piece of shit rappin?
I called him Mr. Hankey, he said that name wasn't show stoppin
gave him so more recommendations till he became known as Unconscious
and like his name he got knocked into that state of mind, so many times
that when he came back to my crib he flushed himself down the toilet and died.
only one dream, one aspiration, one thing he really wanted to do
but for christ sake he was pieace of shit, can you imagine the reviews?
could you image the magazine article for somethin' like that?
"Small Time Took A Shit And Taught It How To Battle Rap"
i just couldn't handle that, havin' some brown stain on my coat tails
he told me to "keep pushin' your mixtapes homie, ima be makin wholesales"
then he made a rap, he used keyboard text to try and wreck me
it's okay though, half the shit didnt make much sense, it was just random heckling
then he mentioned Sony, were they payin' him from product placement?
i hope he makes more money off that then raps that's tasteless
oh, and that's right baby, you can be on top
keep ridin' this genuwine pony, and don't you ever stop
see, when i flow SMACK, i can take your punchlines and make'em Brokeback
ive got my purple suit on, lookin' at you like "WHERE'S MY HO AT?"
so take you're complex rhyme schemes and shove'em where sun doesn't peek
and pay you to let me live? naw fuck that, i'd rather charge you to speak.

Can daddy spank you harder next time? This is only teasin' me to go this easy you see.

[Tampering With Evidence]

My demonstration of domination choked this thread like strangulation
I'm in a state of elation I've pended on being patient so this is my creation
Critically y'all been waitin' so I let my mind be in an inclination
I use this as my ventilation let my words and this thread be a correlation
Not found on a radio station it's superficial so make the accommodation
My mental state is under variation vernacular verbally committing assassination
Like the president bein' shot shocks it's a devastation to an incompetent nation
So when I'm done layin' this freestyle down you best give me a salutation
I observe your words as an examination you see I can be simple or wordy
I have a bigger dictionary than you so go ahead call me a bit nerdy
I'm destructive with a pen and deadly with a sentence so hence this
Is the hottest verse burnin' this page periodically I evolve past every stage
This will chronically be known as the Tampering With Evidence age
It's a new era starting today with me letting out my vocabulary
You don't understand these big words so go grab a dictionary
Decipher this because I know only 20% of you are even understanding
I'm callin' all you frauds out so consider this as my final reprimanding
Forever expanding but I like to keep the message short and sweet
You're all soft however my rhymes are harder than solid concrete
So let me end this verse basic I'll finish it off simplistic
Stay tuned be yourself be irrational ahh fuck it go ballistic!!

[SAID]

My demonstration of domination choked this thread like strangulation

holy fuckk boys.
that has amazing flow to it.

[UnConscious]

small time ive found ya fault line, its between ya legs
it opens up wen u speak and leaks the cream that it contains
u see the skeet ur pussy drains came from somewhere, someones remains
no need to explain who, no finger pointin, blame games and no names
ill just say this...
im the shit.
u aint shit.
ur spits are less entertaining than 300 spartan midget strippers wit little tits
no one wants to see it, never the less hear about it
and the fact u think u got skillz makes everyone here seem to doubt it
but fuck everybody else, i guarantee u aint hot
you couldnt heat up this forum postin nude pics of april scott
the only purple that u wear is that satin underwear
cuz we all kno ur either a female or a homosexual flaming flares
it scares me, ill admit it, honestly who wouldnt be afraid
of a 40 year old transvestite living in his mothers basement gettin raged
lawlumad? or lawluonthepad?
menopause got you heated or is it that rash u thought u had?
get glad like the trash bag cuz ur lines are just garbage
fuck that, ur rhymes wouldnt get eaten if my 85 deloreon was starvin
ill take it back to the future to your headstones carvin
change the sayin to say here lies marvin the martian
victim of a flow thrown from verbal farves arm and
embarkin ya mind on a journey through time and space at alarmin rates
back to the time and place wen u tasted the hate infiltrate ya face and burn like bear mase
skate fast but watch me liquidate the ice beneath ya ass
beneath the glass u break incase of emergency lies the fate u choose to take
so hit reply and get served with another murderous pie
cuz im clownin on that ass, leavin u drowinin within the sky
the jet streams that i fly through highs dudes on other levels
so keep talkin that mess, im blastin through ya stress contest like bass, turnin down the trebble in ya chest
pipe down skipper before i send some pebbles through ya vest
or ya face
who wouldve guessed without haste
id regulate this lyrical race with mind states of rhyme rates that rape ya style like prison parties and duct tape.
understand ur fuckin with ur fate
my style is intoxicating, my rhymes are wine like rotting grapes
ive got great flow like the rivers leadin and feeding into lakes
this verbal murder is premeditated
heres a clue...
unconscious killed smalls spittin lethally lyrical flu
stickin to ya mind and explodin like sticky bombs, verbal vietnam napalm that i spew
i did it with the mic on the stage no evidence or residue
cuz the chemicals i spit paralize and desinegrate entire crews
the violant brews that i slam only fuel fireman
puttin out the competition like the housing market
damn...

[Tampering With Evidence]

I ran this thread for a long time, I've been gone for a minute but I'm back and I plan on stayin here for a while.

[Tampering With Evidence]

I killed it as Hidden Tek and I've killed it as Tamp, all my shit's a free, I don't have time to pen a verse for hours.

[UnConscious]

if it was a freestyle like u said it was then yea u got some style
some skills but stills i pile
the bile emcees that try and spit at me but im chuckin venom viles at ya e.y.e.l.i.deez
ya get it, the flow im wit it
the hoes, i hit it
grip hips n rip it
like fist packin bricks and rubbin cinderblocks against a bitches clit
sickenin shit

[Tampering With Evidence]

Everything I spit, I spit it off the dome
Don't believe me then you can visit my home
Here's my address just watch as I lay down this poem
After one verse I've catapulted myself into bein known
Ran this thread as Hidden Tek rippin freestyle flows
Got y'all changin' your styles quicker than y'all change clothes
But for the new kids to this thread nobody knows
So watch out new jacks y'all my new found foes

[UnConscious]

just cuz u got a lil rep to your name dont me im takin shots at you or tryin to disrespect ya game im just sayin that if u really got it dont talk it walk it. if u feel froggy leap motha fucka quit barkin. im not startin beef dont get it twisted. im just tryin to get lifted on prolific flows thats flown so gifted. it shifts my mind into that state where i dont give a fuck, i just keep flowin until my brain cant take the pain of not gettin any oxygen cuz my verses is burnin flames. drownin out, but inject the nitrus right into my eyes its the acid drops that keeps me grippin on my grind. hippin to the hop and just poppin out the rhymes cuz my mind man its like a weapon, aint no steppin, better watch ya lesson and catch ya ass, switchin up but still tippin up and gettin cash. i flips the stash quicker than most when im on deck, im floatin on ill boats pushin it from coast to coast to make toast. stackin dough like bread factories bro. im chill until somebody talk shit and get fed the lead accuracy O.
bullzeye.

[Small Time Crook]

Holy shit, Tamp is Hidden Teknique?
What the fuck is up dudeski? I thought you fell off the map for a second there, didn't see the usual name and avatar for a minute. You straight up ninja'd your way back into my life :P

Unconscious, I'll have to get at you sometime later, don't get me wrong, I'm actually havin' a good time exchanging disses.

[Tampering With Evidence]

Word dude, just chillin chillin, was out for a second but I'm back.

Don't discriminate it's delayed but just listen and cooperate
Cool and calm when I spit and click these keys to create
Given I was late but lyrically somethin you can love and hate
Uncrowned king til this date but stay humble is my mind state
Ready to rhyme is a rare trait these pens are my only mate
Go fuck yourself like you do when you sit and you masturbate
Re-activate, this thread through it's tough times and rough lines
I'm hard to find like massive amounts of gold in the coal mines
I use the keys and these utensils to murder these instrumentals
Feared by the parentals who fear the same porno movie rentals
This isn't happening accidentally nah this is effecting you mentally

[StringCheese]

Big Cheese reppin the 631
C'mon bitches its time to have some fun
Roll wit a flow that leave yo ass stunned
Fuck with my click and bitch yo ass is done
AK to your neck, see you in hell
my *****z down with the underground, thats where we dwell
mackin on your girl, ayo that bitch is swell
eat that ho like some macaroni shells
don't even act like you can't tell
i'm slaughtering your ass like a mother fuckin lamb
like having a war of wits with an unarmed man

[DaBluntHead]

as i struggle against myself ,
the darkest streets of my city are crying for help,
east to the west , south to up north
trying to make money , get laid in the process
still no progress , fucked up kid turning seventeen
wearing my pants low to slow me down ,
life's too fast when youre stuck in the routine
dont llike selling drugs so i just smoke hem
im a klepto , peeps i hang with i stole hem
my city'S dark , my city's deep
montreal is the city that never sleeps
word , went to therapy for being real
next they gonna send me to jerry for getting a record deal
fight with my dad , fight with my mom
make hem piss blood like uncle tom
fuckin punks up with lyrics sharper then swords
how am i supposed to be serious when my d and s key doesnt even work on my key boarrrrrrddddddddddddddd

[Thread-Locks]

ayo, sup bitches, these rhymes ain't day old
this fresh like an iceberg, they make the world blow cold
I'm influenza, infecting your children, and drilling
deep into your brains, making acid rain multiply the killing
watch out nig ga, we fly high, dropping bombs
making explosion noises tapping on your skulls
smokin joints in the bus shelter, we old school
slashing shit up like zelda, that's our rule

i'm high as shit haha aaa

[Yellow Haze]

They say that i had this charm...
well maybe this time
you reaise....
realise that i ain't done no harm...

When i was 7, i worked on a farm,
never got in trouble, i was always very calm,
but then i got bullied,
and you know dat is hurt,
soaking up beatings like rain into dirt,
until one day, i couldn't take it any more,
i just lashed out,
he was laying on the floor,
bumps on his head,
i wish i could have give him more,
the blood from his nose, coming from his head,
thick and red, and just how much it bled,

the kid is ok now, but i am scum,
everyone says i should be in jail,
all the parents hide me from their little kids eyes,
but it's all lies,
i never would have done it if i didn't dispise!

[Yellow Haze]

[B]Maniac
on a journey to a lunatics mind
you sit there
your teeth, you grind,
sick things happen,
they come from my kind,
i love my revolver,
i love my blade,
there my problem solver,
and they get me laid,
i come knocking on yow door,
your bills best be paid,
or blood, will be
all over the floor....
/B]

[Yellow Haze]

I use my fists,
for right and wrong,
i inflict pain,
just for kicks,
me and violence, well,
we just clicks,
making *****s lives hell,

well, i gonna change,
the lord has took me,
showed me his ways,
cos in life,
we only have 3 plays,
birth, life, n death,
and we should use them,
to get jobs that pays,

cos i gonna change my ways

i really wanna
show the blind,
teach the mind,
one of a kind,
help *****s through,
the everyday grind,
tighten my bind,
on a place in heaven,
meeting the ,lord,
is my only goal,
because hate takes its toll,

and i dont wanna hear the bells,
the bells of hell,
just as well,
i don't wanna look him in his face,
the ugly side of the human race,
hes out of place,

so i take a mace, to my evil ways,
as i count the days-

cos im gonna change my ways!

[Yellow Haze]

by the way, i say *****z cos i am black. paddy, my brother, was the child of a different dad.

[Yellow Haze]

I went to war,
with an unarmed man,
and death came knockin on his door,
and he ran,
but he couldn't hide,
the bombs, they go boom,
the bullets go bang,
and the shells go clang,
cos we is all puppets of society
the only thing that we really live on,
is our personal notoriety,

the system,
theres nothing iller,
than the graveyard filler,
this sytematic killer,
they call him Gordon Brown,
and look theres a town,
can't afford to pay it's tax,
because thats all he does,
his other policies are lax,

hes made war between the rich and the poor,

[Yellow Haze]

[B]I went to war,
with an unarmed man,
and death came knockin on his door,
and he ran,
but he couldn't hide,
the bombs, they go boom,
the bullets go bang,
and the shells go clang,

[seb]

yoyoyo im so cool

yeah yoyoyo bro wassup
yeah im so cool yo wudup yo yo yo

[sketch_three]

yo im a sneaky villan,
aint used to easy livin,
please be chillin ,
in my sector
u bite'n mcs more than lector
lyrical rudeoy,driveby spttin in a 4 door vectra
better check for,
protectors
i conect jaws,with objects raw,
swingin direct claws,
to get ur,
neck sore,
spillin life nector ,
so ill my bubonic venom
infect poors

[UnConscious]

the rhymes, they just comin to my head
simple as abc, 123, yellow green and red
but the spectrum that my mind is in is very far from dead
elaborate colors in my cup and my pockets stay full of bread
hundreds or thousands, however u wanna count it, mounds of dead president heads
them green backs keep my team flakk jakk'd like the feds
you whack cats get flap jak'd wit the lead, yall aint shit
i teddy rosavelt with flows, sit down competition quick
let them stand for they speech then heart attack they ass wit spitual technique
and take over the oval office, show this nation how i live wit visual and physical physique
im unique.
fuck it, ill just stick to spittin n let obama run it
ask me to rip, pass me the spliff n my mind will show u how osama guns it.
who won it?

[Yellow Haze]

I know six million ways
to kill you
my mind is a maze,
which one do you choose
cos dis is all game, and i raise
cos i spit hell, but laze
cos it's so easy for me,
they call me haze

[UnConscious]

they call u haze, they call me deps
im way above u like 6 million steps
stairways to heaven, stairways to depths
u choose the path with airways of breath
u use ur last word cuz this is ur death
u lose your life with each breath u bet
chess games of verbs aimed straight at your chest
im best with flows, ur flows are mess
i wear the pants, u wear the dress
im freshest of fresh, so wat u expect
each time that i spit i im rippin the rest
mic-checkmates for chuckles and tussle for checks
im muscle and flesh
your skin and bones
i am unique
you are a clone
i am a king
sit on a throne
even without wings
homie im flown.
O-Z0n3

[pixystix]

i rap like a beast
and when im finished
i eat a feast

hahah im way to fucked up

[sketch_three]

sick of trcks,
like pikystcks,
not flipin scripts,
no sicknin shit,
whole cilck is bitch,

[Yellow Haze]

Yeah, hell yeah,
me, sketch 3three,
we give you mow'
we a rival for death row,
so when we in de house,
get down, on the flaw'
get yowself low,
cos you now, sketch 3 n me, put on a show

[sketch_three]

yo im the headliner,
haze the hype man,
never plays the tight jams,
to amaze delight fans,
wouldnt battle u go stage fright dam,

[Yellow Haze]

(verse 1)

yo....sup....this club....this club get down....to greatness!

I enter the club, the whole party stops,
everybody like, OH MY GOD HE ROCKS!
then i start spittin lyrics, everybody drops,
i see dey body pops,
off come the tops,
as i take a sip of beer and mop the floor

(chorus)

The pioneer of greatness is in the house,
and my reflection is perfection and so is my rhymes,
and im wif de fashion, rollin wif de times,
while sketch3 is as sour as limes!

(verse 2)

you know my tunes, stretch out, to oldies back to rockers and those rave clubbers,
they roll off the tongue, so nice and easy,
yet he spits them with venom looking oh so breazy,
and ya know, that i can get you foot tapping,
get your head banging,
get your mind flowing,
and get you going to the club to hear some more
check it out


(chorus)

The pioneer of greatness is in the house,
and my reflection is perfection and so is my rhymes,
and im wif de fashion, rollin wif de times,
while sketch3 is as sour as limes!

(verse 3)


Yo he plays the crowd like one of a kind,
he making ya blind to all else shitty ryhme,
and you know, that when he plays....you will never leave the door
NOW WHATS HIS NAME?
Yellow Haze!
WHOS HIS PRAY?
Sketch three!
WHO IS LAME?
Sketch three
AND WHO OWNS THE FUCKING GAME?
Yellow Haze!

The pioneer of greatness is in the house,
and my reflection is perfection and so is my rhymes,
and im wif de fashion, rollin wif de times,
while sketch3 is as sour as limes!

One more time....
yeah....oh.....yeah....you know it....yeah come on....

The pioneer of greatness is in the house,
and my reflection is perfection and so is my rhymes,
and im wif de fashion, rollin wif de times,
while sketch3 is as sour as limes!

[Yellow Haze]

yo...here we go again!

Yo, my rhymes is fresh,
the lyrical lord,
writtin those ryhmes that
cut like a sword,
while i chill with my girls all up i my grill,
listen to the instrumental, mc does it kill?

and theres not much that i can do,
to make myself worse than you,
you see i am one of a kind,
an amazing find,
i spit every word from the heart,
yours come from the lung,
every song sung,
sounds like the same old shit,
you see the hippies, they hate me,
cos my ryhmes never recycled

[Thread-Locks]

Haze, i don't understand what you're doing

[StringCheese]

Damn haze stop fantasizing about kylie minouge

[Tampering With Evidence]

Yellow Haze ain't shit compared to the way I spit
Might as well quit rhymes so hurt you carry a med kit
Yeah Tamp said it, with a spit game so ruthless
So what I'm boothless, I only say what the truth is
Shit, I mean you callin' yourself the fuckin' lyrical lord?
I murda your rhymes and I only do this shit when I'm bored
One of a kind, amazing find? Oh my god you rhymed!!
Shit homie how come you ain't signed? Keep an open mind
Honestly take this shit for what it is constructive criticism
I'm only judgin' you on the ways that you've been spittin'
Honestly I think you need to give this rap thing a break
And comin' back at me with weak shit will only be a mistake
So as you finish reading this little freestyle verse off the dome
Understand I'm a giant in this game and you're still a lil gnome
Grab a pen and write and I leave you this as you're best option
Because when and if you respond to this I won't proceed with caution

[StringCheese]

Epic!

[Thread-Locks]

I my self agree with tampering with evidence
Yellow haze is two steps back from the learning curve, shit's evident
Me and all these boys having coke slinger fantasies
While haze has his nose stuck up kylie minoughes panties
Yo son come clean, you ain't no real rap star
Your bling bling is plastic and you don't have a fast car
Your kicks are pink, and they read "Mike"
They fake, the dude who designed them was like "crikey!"
He added one line to the N, no they ain't nikes
That one line he added is better than all of yours
Your verse construction compares to that of a four year old
My words put together to construct weapons of hate
They'll fuck you up, knock off you head, clean the slate

Damn, ain't I great?

[brainlord]

by no means am i good just busting at the seems
i come clean rapping helps me say the things i mean
ripping out slpeans because i think they look like jellybeans
just to appear obscene i'm new to the scene
i havnt gotten good that explains my self esteem
i have a recording session but it was just wasted money
its funny

[Yellow Haze]

....OOOHHHHH YEAH!......


Everybody gets down do dey body poppin,
everybody do dey thing cos my flow get yo head boppin,
it's irresistible, it's perfection, like my reflection,
to be honest, my ryhmes, that leave yo fuckers in awe,
shit, they so good dey got yo fuckers out-the-door,
shit what took you so long?
where threadlocks and tamp wearing a thong?
yo, you can't afford shit, you think netto is expensive,
listen bitch- this shit is not the extensive,
you diss, but you don't realise,
that you can't take the piss, you need something more,
not even trying, and i'm out the door, cya

[Yellow Haze]

http://h1.ripway.com/paxo/Lol.png

[Yellow Haze]

My album which i have sold 20 copies of to my friends yesterday.

[Tampering With Evidence]

Yellow Haze I wouldn't even waste space for that trash
I could literally shit somethin better, ya right out my ass
Your rhymes are just made up shit that you happen to spit
I'm the illest motherfucker to ever be doin' this rap tip
That's it, see wasn't that hard to lie then rap about it
Every line I read from you I can't help but laugh about it
Holy shit you got a album and you pressed 20 copies sold??
Oh my God dude you're only 499,980 more til you hit gold!!
I mean where in the fuck did you pick up that line about a thong?
Shit you more fucked up than Michael, tell me what went wrong!!
If you so god damn good how come you come in hear spittin'?
This is the freestyle thread homie, get it freestyle...NOT WRITTEN
Hey, how is it to witness, someone with such a lyrical fitness
Who rips you in shreds when he spits because he's that vicious
You ain't a rapper, you a bitch why ain't you in the kitchen doin dishes??
Talkin' bout flow, when your shit isn't anything but stagnant
Go ahead let me have it, give me your fuckin' best faggot
One whack little line about me in a thong was the best you could do?
I said you'd come with weak shit and you did, why didn't you take the clue??
Not to mention you throw in a decent sized word here and there
Tampering With Evidence murderin' you for fun I know it's not fair
But honestly khed, you really just do not come close to compare.

[Yellow Haze]

Tamp, i come round to yo house,
i was goin kill yo, but i tripped over on a mouse!
man yo is so ugly,
the plastic surgeon wouldn't get his theatre so dirty
yo, but haze, yo,
he is so mean, he make medecine sick,
so fuckin hard i hospitalized a brick,
and man, while yo got a decent flow,
you couldn't suck my dick,
you talk bout being vicious, man you is a puppy, a teeny little westie,
while yo got the big boay here, they call me bull mastiff,

yo seriously dude, i can't compete. yo a legend.

Maybe tho, cos i is only 14 years old!

Tho seriously, i have been rapping since i was 5, then i come here and i get owned!

[Yellow Haze]

Nothing to do, nothing at all
You sit and stare at that cell wall.
To survive this place takes an iron will
Life ebbs away but yet stands still:
Your life is on hold, you wish it away
Till the time comes, your release day.
You took for granted so many things
It's funny, now, what your mind brings -
To release the anguish, to ease the pain -
A simple thing like a walk in the rain
To see clear skies and the beautiful stars
Without the hindrance of these prison bars:
Better pictures these, through a lying eye
Of grass, of trees, of wonderful sky -
They take away that yellow haze
That clouds your mind through drawn-out days ...
But it's all false, it's just not true,
Reality steps in, you're left with just you.
You're back in your cell, you stare at the wall
With nothing to do, nothing at all.
Behind the charade of our brave face
The wild and free, caged in this place
Our only comfort is when the day is gone
Time is passing, that keeps us strong

Time is the answer to our prayers
The ultimate prize for the stayers
But for those of us at the beginning
Punishment looms heavy for our sinning

So you might feel you're on the brink
But you're not alone so stop and think
Brothers in arms together we'll pull through
Every day someone goes home, soon it will be you.

Yeah...the prison song...the prison song....ya hear Tampering With Evidence?
Those are perfect ryhmes....

[sketch_three]

Everywaking moment,
im takin potions,
thats createin motion,
ur rhymes a free flow,
mines liberating oceans,
mcs tryin to bottle my lyrics,
ut the dam is breakin open
hating fake emotions,
only talkin to create permotion,
then ur face im scoping,
any mic i rock is no place for smoking,
1 spark could cause a great explosion,

[Small Time Crook]

Started rapping at five? Sure you were.
Tamp has been constantly practicing and improving, that's why his rhymes blow yours out of the water, Yellow.
One does not simply emcee their way into Mordor..!

[Tampering With Evidence]

Haha, I just do this for fun, it's just a hobby...
I'm no rapper, and I haven't been doin it long
But who knows what could happpen...

[UnConscious]

great explosions...
dams giving way, your brains crevaces created by my flows erosions.
flows with more exposure to the nuclear active toxic acids creating corrosion.
my flows flow through trojans.
your flows slip like a tight grip with lotion.
your third eyes blind, my minds forever open.
quit jokin.
theres no hope for jokes or even a notion of existance within this catasrophic commotion of lyrical locomotion.
chu chu bitch, this is how i spit, this is how i rip, this is how i show my devotion to the hop and the hip.
fuck this, back to work where im pocketin chips.
fuck work, back to the sliffs that i hit to rocket a lift.

[Bonus]

my name be bonus
...errr...
would you like to phone us
...ermmmm...


thats all i got!...what the hell else rrhymes with bonus in teh full word sence rather than just the "us" part of the word!

[Bonus]

Tamp, i come round to yo house,
i was goin kill yo, but i tripped over on a mouse!

Tho seriously, i have been rapping since i was 5, then i come here and i get owned!

hahaha

[Yellow Haze]

well bonus you need to know how to change ryhmes smoothly, or to improvise with the pronunciation.

i have been rapping since i was 5, cos im 14. My voice isn't the best, but when i bark out a chorus, it's epic, i have a hoarse, slow, methodical voice, like a mix or dre and DMX.

when i wrote the 2 hearts song i was high on Kokomol.

[Small Time Crook]

Yellow, do you really have to constantly advertise yourself on these forums like we're A&Rs? If you want to get noticed, remember, you have the freakin' internet at your disposal. Myspace, youtube, soundclick, you have all these outlets that revolutionized the way the music industry functions yet you come to a forum to try and hit it big? Fail.

So I'm not takin' up space I guess I'm obliged to spit.

I've been crushing people's heads, lookin' to get some cash
Like Super Mario I hope a coin pops outta their ass
Every day seems to drag, and the minutes pass
I'm hungry as fuck, like a Muslim I fast
but not just for one month, I do it everyday, man
Im broke as fuck, people think I'm a joke
I don't even got a twenty to get some smoke
Everyday I pray and hope that someone takes note-ice
to my motives, before I take this gun into a school and start explode-in
Flowin', like the water under the bridge
Its all smoothe and cool til a rock falls in
And disrupts my serenity, my perfect sense of balance
So many rocks and raindrops, no wonder I'm full of malice
Criminal intent puts a dent on my good behavior
Usually I'm in the streets punchin the fuck outta strangers.

Unconscious, I'll let you take the crown for now, once I finish my mixtape I'll be back with a vengeance. Fucker :).

[Yellow Haze]

I never came here to rap, it's just something i do, and it turned out there was a freestyle rap thread here, and i used it. it turns out we have some tidy ryhmes here.

Yo, you talk bout malice, you talk bout cash,
maybe cos yo ryhmes is so trash,
now i know you can spit so i wont be rash,
but lets say this battle's a whip, i give you a lash,
i be givin' you a thrash,
tho you iz a real bitch, ready to put their lyrics out to be heard,
shame that they go down as well as lemon curd in the scene,

but i mean it dog, i wanna hear this mixtape, always good hearing from your peers, espacially ones with the bals to spit it on tape.

[Thread-Locks]

Yellow haze, please battle unconscious, it would make my life

[Small Time Crook]

Yeah, the tracks on my myspace will be featured on the mixtape, so those are the only tracks I'm upping on the bitch. The last track on the site I need to record again, due to shitty vocals. When it's released it'll be available for download, then a short time after that (as in I'm working on it along with the mixtape) will be my first EP. Keep an eye out for that too if you like me enough. It'll probably be available for four to five bucks per disc.
But anyway..

My rhymes is trash, fuck that shit they gutter
Got more slashes on you now then Emo kid cutters
See, it's a nice try you gave it kid, real original
Usin words that end the same way, all one syllable
Ain't you heard shit I was sayin', way back in the day when
I was proudly announcing how I can spit insane verbatim
That means, word for word, you get cut down like corn ears
and I'm tellin' you now I'ma lyrical manifestation of your fears
Come back at me full force, like a diamond I won't crack
I keep lookin' for your raw lines, but like Shyne I'm askin' "where they at where they at?"

[sketch_three]

fuck ur bitch made,
mixtapes,
my rhymes get u open like a switchblade,
or a butterfly knife,
dont come to the gutter by night,
get stuck for fly nikes,

[sketch_three]

yo im swingin elbows,
at comerical rappers,
woh sell souls,
talkin out money but can barely spell gold,
aint ustin lyrics or bussin shell toes

[UnConscious]

great explosions...
dams giving way, your brains crevaces created by my flows erosions.
flows with more exposure to the nuclear active toxic acids creating corrosion.
my flows flow through trojans.
your flows slip like a tight grip with lotion.
your third eyes blind, my minds forever open.
quit jokin.
theres no hope for jokes or even a notion of existance within this catasrophic commotion of lyrical locomotion.
chu chu bitch, this is how i spit, this is how i rip, this is how i show my devotion to the hop and the hip.
fuck this, back to work where im pocketin chips.
fuck work, back to the sliffs that i hit to rocket a lift.

bump

small time, good shit cant wait to hear wat u got comin for me next.
thread-locks, give it up, ease up with the grip on my cock bitch.
bonus, this is a hazardous zone, recognize the orange cones? recognize the harsh lyrics decrownin kings and overthrowin thrones? recognize the homes we invade on a daily basis holmes? recognize that the tones we spit split atoms supersonically quick, and crack backs of whack rappers spittin bits.
its a wrap kids like christmas gifts.
son of a bitch, where the fuck are my cigs?

[Small Time Crook]

Ohhhhhh fuckinnnn A... I'm blasted.

Unconscious, sorry, your smokes got jacked
By Crooked it wasn't hard to pick ya pockets, jack
Weak defense, the sweetest when I see this me gets
So horny, contorting words into topics thats sordid
I hoped you would have adored it, not abort it
like prom night dumpster babies, and maybe, weed makes me lazy
go off topic with shit, mumblin like my brain is sick, people think im crazy
its okay see, just flow with it a bit, then get back on track
you said fuck me, pretty much, so i'll say fuck you back
sorry man, i don't know what happened there ive got tourettes
and alzheimers, can't help but cuss and Small Time always forgets
wait.. who am i, what fuckin' day is it, what year?
Speakin of which where the fuck am I and how'd I get here?

Eh, Im deciding not to try and do whole insult rhymes with someone I only know by text. That makes it hard. So I'ma just stick to off the top rhymes like I used to.

[Basic954]

Yo, I'm the epitome of what graffiti's created
A hip hop monster representin whats debated
I blaze the chronic leaves and leave myself mad faded
I dont know what to do so I throw some lay ups
Out all night cant sleep cus I gotta get up
Gotta be the king gotta fulfill my dream
Watchin Babylon fall to the ground
Till all you see is graff all around
Seein something so fuckin profound
Like what the fuck happened?

[Yellow Haze]

Yo this is a holocaust of pain,
you cry to yo daddy, please stop this rain,
of fists, more slashes than a rich mans tires,
what can i say?
ya'll really are very gay lord,
wanking yo dick so it cuts like s sword,
u thort u wud be straight,
den u looked at a bush,
said hush hush,
but id rathe push, a dude,
see him in the nude,
be very crude, be very lewd,
cos you fink men is pure lush....

[DaBluntHead]

yellow haze's your name , the first one i'll smoke
youve been doing this for 9 years and still is a joke
now listen , youre dreaming of rappin with kylie minogue
is that gangsta rap , or just post traumatic stress disorder
mustve been whiped while you was young
youre the one whos says its a robbery , without wielding a gun
stupid fucker , go back to where you came from
you couldnt spit for shit even you had the spit syndrome
you bite , you suck and now everybody knows
little punk,my rhymes are direct punches to your nose
YOU BLOW, you dont know how your lines rhyme
must have been pure luck , when 1 or 2 things matches on your lines

[Yellow Haze]

listen dude, lol, that kylie monogue things was a rwemix i did on the decks of eminem and kylie lol, not me.

[Yellow Haze]

you when i spit, it's epic, underground shit,
and everybody knows it, dey all love it, every little bit,
yo theres a seat why don't you sit,
caus you is in the presence of young mastiff,
he gonna plaster your face with cuts,
take all your money so you live in fucking tin huts,
i walk into the club, all bitches be stopping,
dey be droppin, body poppin'
you see i got this funky beat the you can't dismiss,
now little fucka give my ak a kiss,
they say ingorance is bliss,
and i can justify and you know that i never lie,
cos i just don't care,
i have no troubles,
now you have entered the lare,
now get ready to take a share,
of this beating incoming, muthafucker wheres you pubic hair?
my ryhmes is nice,
unlike your girl, you know the one with pubic lice,
they call me mister systematic killer,
cos im a graveyard filler,
and theres nobody iller,
born into a world at war,
man this world is a whore for war,
they just want it more and more,
they bombing holes through the landscape like when i dig,
my fist through your teeth, bitch,
and i wont deny it, im a street fighter,
i learned to go toe to toe, dig in a elbow,
quick hook little knee to the jaw,
on the streets of newcastle, where i be burnin'
fuckin churnin' out drugs against the law,
and as i come to the end of this freestyle rap,
your gettin a boner,
cos you a loner,
at my quick little snappy lyrics,
your a gaylord,
your boner so hard that it cuts like a sword,
and you see over there, theres the horde,
a horde of fans, theres my biggest fan,
and look it just happens to be-Dre! oh man.....
i must be good, unleashing those lyrics like you should, makin them work like Dre could!
what you want me for doc, you wanna sign me?
on no you see, i only spit for a hobeee,
so everybody here, read in awe,
this muthafuckin freestyle just drops ya' jaw!

[DaBluntHead]

youre 14 , you cant get into clubs
sit the fuck down and work on your shit

[DaBluntHead]

look at this young motherfucker talking bout boners in his raps
calling other guys gay, and start crying cause yo boy dont wnat you back
youre the one livin off a fake reputation
you never been gangsta , you never stood alcohol when you drank some
when youd smoke weed , youd turn green and act wierd
when you round men , jump around and act queer
never lost your virginity ,still you told me you did
you cant fight against a man like me - come back when you grown ,kid

[DaBluntHead]

got you trippin , ill chase you around like pac man
off the dome , i get shit to bounce like a new 2pac jam
im ghetto , cruisin through your rich ass hood with a datsun
even affter 9 years of rappin , you couldnt sound fresher than that man
i nick your shit , snatch your bitches purse and run away with it
sue me ,ill pay the jury an leave with all your jewelry and shit
14 years old actin like you 20 , kids gotta get your shit straigt
i fuck the badest bitches, the ones you wish were your soul mate
dont rap like you ogt clout , dont rap like you got ak's it aint real
i get it with chicks , your girl's ass a magnet - i got the dick of steel
your dad's a jake - dont fuck with that illegal shit
its my game , its my world - a slap across the face is all you'll get
i aint unconscious , i aint small time or tamp
im dablunthead , toy eater motherfuckin champ

can i take her home??

[Small Time Crook]

a dude,
see him in the nude,

:confused:

[Thread-Locks]

Small time crook gets my big ups
He plays with the hounds doesn't mess with the pups
Meaning he'll rip you, and I'll tear you in half
Smelling your flesh, in other words feeling our wrath
YO yellow haze this is where I call you out
For knowing what being a punkass bitch is all about
Your internet raps are disgusting,
I didn't even listen to your mix tape cause I know that it needs dusting
And refurnishing, retooling and scrap it all anyway
You're as full of yourself as UNCONSCIOUS is gay
Look at his signature, I can't help but point out once more
He quoted himself, he's a rap lyric whore

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck i'm high and on the way home I walked into a tree and a stick poked me right in the eye and I haven't been able to see for hours haha

[H1TBYNUMB3RS]

High school teachers the false preachers of improper, philosiphy,
thoes fools are stopin me
from spitting catostraphy,
worship yourfake phrophecy.this shits a life lesson,
these changes fool you like your lifes stressed-an,
theres no way out the bitch rats snout,
politicians i tend to doubt,
this endless gaping drought.. Of, society, feeling great anxiety,
we need variety, sostop tryin me.

[Yellow Haze]

yo, being 14 doesn't stop me from getting beer, i look old enough, and it's illegal to smoke weed at any age, so i can smoke my shit however the fuck i want.

[Small Time Crook]

God damn it..

What the fuck is this world comin' to, they cut my gas off in winter
So how the fuck am I supposed to drink this coffee, supposed to cook dinner?
Explain to me why the people with money don't give two shits
about the folks at the bottom, they act like we useless
modern day Che Guevara mindset instilled within me
im startin' a revolution today and it's just the beginning
if you with me, grab the biggest gun you can find
go outside and shoot the first fuckin' business man in sight
let him leak out all of the life essence
the brutality at first may seem a little senseless
but soon the ones at top will hear this message
and its an important one death is how we stress it
Bless the kids that's like me birthed addicted to yay
if God has a plan for all of us why do some see brighter days?
we ain't chose to be unlucky, we was born into this evironment
so that's why we get so many fuckin' urban nihilists
gangs runnin' rampant, they call their cause a movement
but what they movin' and exactly the truth, it's misconstruin'

[UnConscious]

i laugh...
fuck complicated flows, simples will still kill ya ass
so thread locks, please pull ya head out ya ass
understand i am dope and you are just cashed
so i resin hit u in the lips for the bread u stash
but u dont hold no dough like the bricks we pack
we gets the cash and live the life
your hater swag just fuels my light like a million kikes
u burn
you learn, u step to me u turn to ash
slash and gash ya throat
watch ya choke on ya own blood locc
its nothin to me, you see, you simply are a whack emcee
and me? im a veteran, better than he
better wit m.i.c's
deliverin shivers down the spines of sayers of rhymes
whose lines lack the steez
please believe ur breathin cease quick when unconscious grips the mic and spits a sick breeze
cold wind
cant fuck with what im holdin
royal flush, ya swagger foldin
im moldin in the green
my team collect chedder, its a daily routine
yadida mean jelly bean?
u soft.
you a fruity mother fucker like david hasselhoff
get off my tip u bitch
im sick of slut emcees tryin to fuck with a ***** but cant handle the n.u.t's
i beats guts and skeets nuts all over ya style
cant fuck with the rivers i flow like niles
for miles and miles
accross the game, lames pile
names crossed off the hitlist each time i spit this
energy pumpin like pistons
double pistols never missin
call the minister, im in my prime so call me WINSTON
leave u below the earth, under the HILL, behind the CHURCH,
since birth
been spittin them sentences worse
murkin punks and chumps that try n test my funk
but they cant touch my high and they cant see my lumps
they blind to bills larger than franks, they flunk
they game is bunk
they like the uss arizona, they ship is sunk
for months they come with junk belonging in dumps
tryin to say they paid, got the swag,
but wouldnt get humped by two depressed fat chicks drowzy and drunk

[Thread-Locks]

unconscious that line was so bad i'm sig'n it

[DaBluntHead]

yo, being 14 doesn't stop me from getting beer, i look old enough, and it's illegal to smoke weed at any age, so i can smoke my shit however the fuck i want.

look old enough for what? barbies?
kid you need to shut the fuck up and look at yourself in the mirror

[sketch_three]

all off you eat bum cracks

[Small Time Crook]

wait.. the cream filled kind or the honey glaze kind?

[sketch_three]

nutty fudge

[Yellow Haze]

look old enough for what? barbies?
kid you need to shut the fuck up and look at yourself in the mirror


Yeah, and i look fine...

[swich]

hoppin out blazed of the escalade im payed/
i head for the trap come bak with the jane/
run rat cuz these gats known to act so untame/
i snatch up ya dame on my way to get laid/
try to get paid anyway i know how/
so u wanna get dahn? i eject the whole round/
dont clown with my herbs i smoke the whole pound/
blow round every corner i hold the snow mounds/
thas the way it goes dahn, at least where i been raised at/
and if i spray gats ya brain where ya J's at/
my money stay stacked yall prolly wanna taste that/
try and take that, be ready for the payback..........

[Tampering With Evidence]

All of this beef and hate and so much controversy
When Tamp clicks or spits I ain't showin no mercy
I'll put every fake fuck emcee here on blast at once
I do this when I'm bored I don't practice it for months
I don't buy into all your false fronts and fake stunts
So what you drink a forty so what you smoke blunts
I'm quite humble, modest, not really one to boast
But it's time I gave this whole fuckin' thread a roast
Burn it like toast, I'm not restricted I'm coast to coast
The host with the most, fluidly and fluently freestylin'
Pissin' you people off til' these disses all start pilin'
Get crazy and start wildin', stop, look, and just listen
To the words I'm spittin, listen I'm not trippin' or flippin'
On this 40 I'm not sippin' and on this joint I'm not hittin'
I'm zonin' I'm not in a concentrated type of mind state
Relate, stop ya bullshit debate, yeah of course I hate
But when I do it's only necessary so this thread I carry
On my back, in fact, I react and act like a visionary

Rambling..for the most part, but honestly, Yellow Haze and DaBluntHead
drop it, no one gives a fuck, and no one here has authority over
another, so whatever you say is kind of pointless.

Big ups to the kids in here droppin decent shit.

[swich]

im on the block with somethin smokin
i roast um and leave um open/
im hopeless and be exposin ya dome when techs explodin/
this is texas i tol um, we dont plex with no boastin/
i squeeze a neck leave it broken, my heat is stressed its unloadin/
this is out the lone star, we dont play with our paper/
real playas out the south neva stressin a hata/
any traitor could get smoked like a blunt i saved for later/
rockin blades like ice skaters, my metal is penetrators....

[Small Time Crook]

Man, at the moment I need a chance to vent
Get shit off my chest, before it gets the best
Some fool tryna get me to work for next to nothing
This fool better pay up before I resort to something
Something drastic, I guarantee I'll leave piss in his casket
Then fill it with gasoline and toss a match in
Laughin, the sight of this fools funeral goin' up in flames
Now I bet his family wishes he wasn't stupid and had paid
But now this is the price, he's learned I'm not Mr. Nice
in fact, I'm Mr. Kill Anyone if the price is right
Like game shows, the name grows, and the brain molds
Decaying away until I start pullin' more then the chain holds
I farted.

[framin-It]

small time, im feelin ya man, i really am
its a cold world out there, and people just dont give a damn
time is short, and no one knows what tommrow holds
forgive and forget, thats how the story is told
and if thats not an option, lets confurnt him, i got your back
we'll get whats yours, we'll cut him no slack
and i dont care if you guys like this ryhme, go ahead call me wack
im sick of people talking their mad shit
most the stuff on this page is wack, sept for that tamp kid, i liked his bit
see, why we have to come on here and spit nothing but hate?
why not come here, and congradulate
we dont look hard or tough or any of that
im not going to tell you i run the streets with my gat
thats a lie, and im about the truth
most shit now-a-days is fake, lets spit knowledge to our youth
lets try something new on here
im out for now, respond if youd like, i dont really care.

[Tampering With Evidence]

I'm sick and tired of bein' Mr. Nice Guy, it stops today
The assholes get the girls and the jobs with good pay
So I say, I'm done bein' the one to always get the shaft
It's true what they say nice guys really do finish last
So I laugh, I'm startin' to notice how these people work
Usin' people and really don't give a fuck who gets hurt
Whats it worth, I honestly don't even know where I stand
Two sides, one's a good guy the other sticks it to the man
I'm missin' a plan, I feel twisted between my two identities
My limits are bein' pushed to all of there highest extremities
Missin' the remedies, but trusts I'm lookin' for the solution
An inbetween my two selves I'm comin' to a conclusion
Combined like fusion, so this is it, this is the introduction
Strip some things away from Mr. Nice Guy like deduction
Mr. Mysterious has short times where he gets so furious
You know the shits serious, feels invincible and impervious
Leaves you hangin' and curious, shits better left unknown
The two separate worlds left apart is better set in stone
To everyone not shown, you want what you can't have
Be happy you even get to see a fuckin' fraction of me
This is the subtraction of he, this is all you'll get to see
Just let it be, there is a lot of shit you'll never even know
Be nice to everyone, because any given anyone can blow
Not the encore, this isn't even the show, this is the prelude
Somethin' that can affect your mood, askin' who is this dude
Yeah, it's that same Mr. Fuckin' Nice Guy that you screwed

[Kaiser71]

I'm leavin' these kids buried like six feet under,
But if you're looking for me,
You're gonna have to dig deeper,
So don't even bother to ask the grave-keeper,
'Cus I'm all the way down in Purgatory,
Makin' deals with the reaper,

Never second-guess,
'Cus I flow with such deadly finnesse,
It's my only way to express,
This complex skill that I possess,
If you don't know the name,
Than don't even bother to ask us,
'Cus I'm raising the fallen armies of Damascus,
Leaving your outlook grim,
While we're banging on the gates of Jerusalem,
Most of you are pacifists like the Dalai-Lama,
Worth less than a single Zimbabwean dolla',

So for those of you thinkin' I don't spit my mind,
Picture this, just sixteen- and I'm already on my grind,
I've never done time,
But I stand behind these bars,
'Cus my dreams ain't full of cars, or superstars,

You motherfuckah's keep tellin' me to practice wha I preach,
So sit down and shut up,
'Cus if you're ready to learn,
Than I'm ready to teach,
I'm like fucking Vietnamese NVA,
A citizen bombing in the day,
But once the sun's down,
I'm a king without a crown,
Like a false martyr clingin' to a bomb,
I'm your last hope,
Like the pacific-war island nation of Guam,
Keep an eye on your mag,
Or you'll be headed to heaven,
Wrapped up tight in a star spangled rag,

They say that evil is the only thing money buys,
But what about the starving children,
And their endless cries,
I'm the one they warned you about,
The one with death in my future,
And fire in my eyes,
Do you really think I beleive all your self-righteous lies?

[Tampering With Evidence]

Framin-It and I decided to give our own spin on Guilty Conscience...This is what we got.

Meet Ryan, a sophomore in high school,
after being beaten up and picked on repeatedly,
he decides to bring a weapon to school one day, and take care of his issues,
until, his conscience comes into play.....

(Tamp)
Yo! Man, stop, what in the fuck are you doin?
The only outcome from this has you losin'
Stop, put away the knife and unload that nine
Don't make your school the next columbine!

(Framin-It)
Ahh man, not now, you cant bitch out
pull that trigger, watch the blood flow like a water spout
After all they do you gonna let them get away?
nah man, fuck that, lets make 'em all pay!

(Tamp)
How you gonna do innocent people in this way?
Just let me say, I think we can find a better fix
Then shoot up a school full of bitch chicks and dicks
Shootin' these cliques, please don't do this shit!

(Framin-It)
Quit it tamp don't fuck with his head
This what you think of when you layin' in bed
Safety off, there ya go, ready aim squeez one off, relase your shame
These people deserve it man, they don't even know you're real name

(Tamp)
I know man it's fucked up and lame, but think of all the pain
You're gonna cause to all these kids' families and parents
Man it's fucked up over a few kids givin you shit Ryan
Don't listen to Framin-It, I know whats best, he's Lyin'

(Framin-It)
Listen to me G, you know I'm right (Okay)
Aight you ready, its time to put up our fight (Uh-huh)
There ya go, shoot that nine!! *Bang*Bang*Bang*
See, they're runnin, i told you you'd be just fine
oh fuck heres comes the cops
oh man, lets jet, its time to stop
Shit man, theres no way out and only one thing to do
Grab the gun, and turn it on you *BANGG*

Meet Tim, one day after bein' fired from his job
Minutes later his girlfriend leaves him for another man,
He downs a fifth of vodka and gets into his car,
Then his conscience comes into play...

(Framin-It)
Nice job G, you hold your booze good
Now lets get to the car and get back to the hood
Youve had a few drinks, it's no big deal
Now lets hit MickyDs on the way and grab a Big Mac meal (Word)

(Tamp)
First off lets be real, it's a bad choice to get in the whip see
You've had a few too many and I know you're more than tipsy (A lil)
Think of all the bad things that could come from this decision (Uhh Yeah)
Call a taxi or a friend up, because this is an impossible mission

(Framin-It)
Fuck that man, get in and go
You know you'll have to wait for your holmes and hes fucking slow
Get in and start your car
Its just a mile or two, its not even that far
Its will be chill just trust me (Yeah)
You must be hungry and gotta piss, am I right G? (Oh Yeah)

(Tamp)
I know you ain't ate all day and you're hungry B
But just trust me, you're drunk and deranged (Nahh)
It's not smart goin' 10 mph or even a buck and change
It's four lanes, four lanes of traffic on the highway
Listen to me man, Don't listen to Framin-It do it my way

(Framin-It)
Come on man, you know the way
Dont let tamp make you stay by what he has to say
You know the tricks, put your two thumbs up and stay in the lines (Yeah)
Stay in the center lane, and avoid cops with there fucking fines
Cant you see, im right lets go
Hey, who knows, on the way we could pick up some hoes! (Oh word?)

(Tamp)
We all know the 5-0s are our foes, but this how the story goes
You get in that car and your life is instantly on the line
Don't let Framin-It keep fuckin' with your mind, it ain't all fine
First you'll run that stop sign, then you'll lose your concentration
You'll start zonin' out to the radio station, just wait just be patient
It's either wait for your friend that drives that old station wagon
Or kill someone and get your ass hauled off in the paddy wagon
(Okay, I'm takin' my keys out the ignition, thanks for givin' me that vision)


Meet Sean, shortly after goin' all city
He decides to take the most prominent billboard in the area
After climbin the ladder, and hiding from the ghetto bird
His conscience comes into play...

(Tamp)
Yo, as you climb this ladder make sure to avoid that light
You don't want the ghetto bird seein' you here at night
They'll do you in right, right now you're high as a kite
Make sure no ones around, and make sure you're outta sight (Yeah Word)

(Framin-It)
For once man, man we finally really do agree
Listen to my man Tamp here, gettin caught is more than a fee
You could fall to your death, or be takin' in
But if you do shit right, youll hold your position as king
Think of the people who will see your name
Youll go up 10 folds in the graff game
Get your cans ready, with your fat caps and outlines
And white can for highlights to add a bit of shine

[sketch_three]

fuck that i aint got a plseant alter ego,
hooked up to car batteries aslauting pedos,
on the beach screamin at sunbathers that cancers the falt of seaguls
bout to get ill like dr jeckill
goin scitzo with a knife,
like mister hide,
chuckin ur sister off of heights,
to see if the bitch survives,
if she twitches.. life,
switch the lights,
to dark,
fucking roast her heart,
force feed her swords till they rip her throat apart,

[UnConscious]

i spit cataclysmic events
i split the tides and ride the sidewalks runnin down the christmas carrolors bearing gifts
its the barrels of whiskey that keep my mind focused and its the spliffs
that keep me right up on the point with my rhymes so high like million six
im the shit
yes i know
we dont even need to go
over this ne mo
homie u kno that i flow
sick wit it
like ya newborn daughter in a pot of boilin water mixed with piss
infected with clamidia, hep-c, and cyphalis
its like this
im chuckin fat chicks while im fist packin bricks
each time i enter the zone i home in on whacker emcees lackin crack within they spits
and blast em quick wit nukes and bombs that lift ya spirit backwards six
negative pace, ya resting place in pits and ya soul... eternal enslavement bitch
so quit with all the weak talk and come with my payments bitch
you nameless trick.

[Small Time Crook]

liked what I seen from the four of yawl, Framin-It, Tamp, Sketch, Unconscious have my pants all sticky and needing a change.

I'll probably spit something a little later, if I'm not busy, keep up the good work regardless everyone. Much props.

[Yellow Haze]

Yo....sending this one out....to all those haters....

Yo, my style is like a postmans- i always deliver,
once you fall, you never escape the river,
of pain that i rain, my name is yellow haze,
leave you in a coma, for 4 fuckin days,
i be up in the battle, my legs hold up nice,
i take the punches, move forward, to give a little slice and dice,
my flow is old school,
like grandmaster groove, this is my rule:
i take everyone to school,
give them a lifetime sentence,
there will be no repentense,
from my cell, you see, you live in the dark,
always in the shadows of the graet one,
my flow is more reggae than fast,
nevertheless, it really is a blast,
to hear me in the club, my instrumental,
it is all glossy,
fuckin im so hard, muthabitch bring your whole posse
muthafucka

[framin-It]

will someone help this kid with his rhymes
his flow is bad, punchlines suck, and hes a complete waste of our time
him posting on this thread should be considered a crime
for what he says, is stright absurd
reading his shit is like drinking vodka and milk, it makes my stomach turn
shale i continue, you still want more?
you can fuck with us, the fantastic four
wait, make that five, Tamp, Sketch, Unconscious, and small town crook
yellow haze your joke, and the exact meaning of shook
so take notes my friends, go ahead jot this down in your book
this is a quick keystyle, so fuck a hook
so the point in case is just just plain suck
come back at my bro, see if i give a fuck.

[sketch_three]

fuck the fantastic 4,
come like dr doom atack your jaw,
killer robots at ur door,
next day wen ur face n back are sore,
ill come back for more,

[Yellow Haze]

will someone help this kid with his rhymes
his flow is bad, punchlines suck, and hes a complete waste of our time
him posting on this thread should be considered a crime
for what he says, is stright absurd
reading his shit is like drinking vodka and milk, it makes my stomach turn
shale i continue, you still want more?
you can fuck with us, the fantastic four
wait, make that five, Tamp, Sketch, Unconscious, and small town crook
yellow haze your joke, and the exact meaning of shook
so take notes my friends, go ahead jot this down in your book
this is a quick keystyle, so fuck a hook
so the point in case is just just plain suck
come back at my bro, see if i give a fuck.

You just dropped a Mobb Deep line!

I look across the mat,
next to my chisseled body,
this fuka looks fat,
this gonna get crazy,
but i so tough, i take it easy,
i land a right to the face,
like hittin you with a mace,
soon you be wearin' a jaw brace,
blood all over the place,
you take a bite,
of my arm, this is a fight,
nas said the world is yours,
well now its mine, can you hear the roars?
of approvale, i got rid of all you whores,
i throw a left hand, just as it reaches the tip,
i land it, makin' his heart beat skip,
as he crash to floor,
the crowd want to see no more,
and now i am out the door,
another club awaits,
but meanwhile im flooded with dates,
cos' everyone know, i can defend, and offend,
and yet a got the looks, better than these crooks,
they call you the fab five,
well you best hope you still alive,
after i rip your heart out your chest,
cos you know i am the best

[framin-It]

And by the way, mobb deep says, put us together its like mixing vodka and milk......know your songs dumbass.

aight, you want original, here we go
ill own you with just me, no team, act like you dont know
see, you recycle all your shit it just gets old
you commin on saying your the best, now that stright bold
you say youve been rapping nine years, and yet you still suck
and you admit you always get owned, and you still com on here, the fuck?
your shits long and its quite funny to read
you shouldent feel bad, just ask for help, its what you need
see, here i am, and right now im wrecking you
and live ive said many times, im not lying, ima stay true
you just arint good and just take up space
look at what the people say about you, see, closed case
do you want me to keep going, or have you accepted defeat?
if not, fuck you, be good and take your seat
right now ima take you to school
you need it more then a doped out fool
you cant compeat, and you will never beat me
i just played you dogg, like a kid would play his wii.

[Yellow Haze]

Your lines are to long,
it hurts my eyey,
to read your rhymes, i dispise,
you know im the best,
so stop these lies,
he talks about dopped out fools,
why would you talk about yourself, freak,
now you got no paddle and you up shit creak,
you best stop givin me grief,
now you know the rap chief....
or i will knock you flat, to the rap worlds relief,
now you know

[Yellow Haze]

Love of the Lower class

Yo, the higher class,
get yo head out your ass,
and come and check out the slums,
covered wiif de tramps, bums,
come and check it out,
there is drugs on the streets,
to make any money, i gotta make beats,
to gain finiancial stability,
i try to the best of my ability,
my capability,
isn't awesome, but it earns me dinner,
my wallet, it couldn't get any thinner,
so come and check out the streets,
you MP cheats,
yo i must admit that the fab five,
are cool, but i gotta big myself up, to stay alive,
so yall know it ain't personal,
now dance like robot electronix,
my lack of money makin me turn to narcotics,
blood stains on the streets, roads,
all on the cars, and my clothes,
so why doncha, come and check out the streets,
might get the chance to hear one of framins beats

[Yellow Haze]

I got more issues than DC comix,
i cause collaterall damage,
when i spit,
cos the rest of yall shit is sour milk,
i am smooth as silk,
i wont over elaborate,
cos your mind can't colaborate, to my flow,
oohh, gotcha self a gangsta name,
well you ain't me, get yourself a lil bit of fame,
what a shame,
your flows to bad,
shame, i though it was good, just a tad,
but it was to rad,
go back to the drawing board, revise,
try a bit to improvise,
you ain't street wise,
you see, when i rise,
it will open your eyes,
as all the other rapper shy's away,
live to fight another day,
what more can i say,
i do this in an amazing way,
so bye bye,
shit, you know im fly....


more like it?....


I'm above the law,
can punch like a juggernaut,
they call me sweeney todd,
its true, they call me god,
i bit the hand that fed me,
fuck, i slice off the wrist,
then i got pissed,
don't need the law, no rules,
got my beer and i got my jewels,
now go into hybernation,
come out when im gone,
im a waster,
but this just a taster,
of what i can do,
i spat a shit ryhme, nobody boo,
cos it a shit rhyme to the rap godds standards,
still, better than what you can shit,
shit dis is average, every bit!lol!

[sketch_three]

Love of the Lower class

[I]
blood stains on the streets
/I]

its really a shame,
that ur getting period pains,
but ur theory is lame,
no one wants to here about a queer in the game

[Yellow Haze]

the Lyrics, they come from my lung,
shot wif de force of a gun,
so hard, dey will knock out your son,
god will stand beside,
but i reside in hell,
wif de devil,
he got nofin on me,
can't you see?
im the god of rap but the devil of behaviour!
after i punch, you be on life support,
leave you half-dead,
you suffer sever damage to the head,
next time it'll be lead,
god siad, well all of the above,
i am the god, there is no bible,
my music applies to all, even tribal,
bible is lies,
but if you like,
look at it like rosy skies,
no matter how hard dey tried, i will never be religious,
dey are ingorant,
de air dat dey breath is infected,
causing cancer, it's the religious dancer,
causing tumas, the holy sciprtures where written by man,
man isn't perfect, jesus no exception,
give me good reception, you know i is right,
religion a miserable abyys,
all just a puddle of piss

[Yellow Haze]

....Sketch Three, as lame as they come,
rhymes is old, dey have been done,
by a million differnt rappers,
maybe sketch is just a bit to rad,
for his shit to be called bad,
its more like sick, it makes me wanna hurl,
why is it you have to act like a baby girl?
now please unfurl, from your girly twirl,
and come here, i gonna give your neck a curl,
i play curby with your noggin,
i give it a floggin'
that you never forget,
so, after i finish my set, at the O2,
and you finish yours at your garden shed,
we have a little battle,
and see who's got more skills in their head,
fighting you, an unarmed man,
i should have to get a ban,
from using such powerful porfanities,
but this motherfucker a twat,
and fucker thats that,
so mess with me, when your verbs go in line,
cos its my time to shine,
bye, bye, go away,
don't be to scared to come another day,
sorry if i made you wet yourself with fear,
but when you hear,
the skill that i use,
it's only right for you to abuse,
the speed that your fanny can pee,
if you don't get the message, go away,
get a sex change, and don't be so gay....

[Tampering With Evidence]

please stop rappin'....honestly, give up.

[SBOMBS]

i smash mass booty like mang every hour
i slap so hard they crumble like the twin tours
my hoochie named bitch calls me mr Laden
cuz i wont let her walk without a fuckin turban
this man haz many hoes many holes
i rule with a hand of steel wich i fist in their bunghole
steel my hoe and ima show u a world of pain
i rock the ak like the mofo max payne
bomb this mike like my buday taliban
livin for tomorrow is my number one plan

[SAID]

yellow haze ima agree with evidence
look at you, aint even worth 6 cents
murder you live,
what a 10 years badly spent
i outspit you 100 percent
no chance in this battle
like a fist against cement

[framin-It]

A colabo with small time and myself....small time first then me.

A deadly force comes swoopin' down on Yellow Haze/
Be afraid, no gods gonna help no matter how much your pray/
Run away, if you can, think your faster then my projectiles?/
Wreck the child, make him respect this style/
I feel kinda bad cutting him down for acting stupidly/
Dissin' a kid who's not even gone through puberty/
I've had hairs on my sac attack more violently then this youngin/
Talkin' how he's in the club and he's ultra thuggin/
Homie needs to sit down and shut up, these is grown folks talkin/
Spit bullets leave you riddled, spine injured, you crippled, no longer walkin/
And it could have all been prevented if you had known your place and stayed/
Oh, yeah, and the world doesn't accept you.. Because you're gay/

Speeking of your homosexuality, that fact is you cant battle me
me and small time are fedup with this shit, cant you see?
its a known fact that you cant compeat, you aint no king and you got no crown
you keep commin at us, like the alchemist beat, we'll hold you down
everything you say is from your old rhymes, if you can all them that
your shit just dont make seince G, like a white kid from the burbs packin a gat
im done with this beef you have with this all of us on this thread
you still call momy over when you need help to butter your beread?
your nothing but a silly kid with writtin down shitty lyrics
get the fuck out of here man, we simply dont want to hear it
so come back if you want to be embarassed some more
we will rip you apart again, and leave you mentaly sore.


nice shit small time, we'll do a better one with tamp too.

[SAID]

I feel kinda bad cutting him down for acting stupidly/
Dissin' a kid who's not even gone through puberty/

LOL

[DaBluntHead]

can i fuckin get some? know what im saying?

You better stang a new life, yellow haze turned red,
whoop your ass in your nightmares, have you wettin' yo bed
im addicted to pussy , money and weed
smoke a fat blunt , b-l-u-n-t
i keep my shit on the DL, your bullshit, got to stop now,
you writin' this shit meanwhile, your girl is out there, gettin' down
kid , it looks like youve had too much attention
i put the tension wrench in,
picklock the doors to hip hop, with my pen shit
all that rapping thing was really a bad attempt and
your name doesnt even deserve to be mentionned
if youd like we could hang , i mean literallly
i'd tie the knot-you twitchin, gaggin' in agony,
i'm keeping my whole soldiers family in back of me,
and they all dressed in black, cause see,
they know what's gon happen,
and in case you are not listening
its yellow haze's funeral
i spit bomb shit like nitroglycerin


say my motherfuckin name

[framin-It]

fucking nice shit my friend, props.

[Small Time Crook]

DaBluntHead, that was pretty tight man!

time for Small Time Floetry Corner.

freestyle haiku,
made especially for Haze,
i hate you so much.

feel free to e-snap your e-fingers.

[TricksForKids]

I rhyme with haikus, in tight crews...A modern day mozart who might lose, these fights dudes! im tight too! i swear im the best, put a tear in your chest, dive in ya hive..im that bear in a nest, embarrased? well yes! i hardly make sense, my hearts taken dents while starting to vent, in jail while im camping...my bars are intense! (intense), i spar with cement, but cant seem to win, while dancing with sin...the cheapest of drunk drinks the fanciest gin!

ummm....ye?

[Small Time Crook]

haha, that was fire Tricks.

NOW EVERYBODY ON PAGE THREE-ONE-THREE
PUTCHA MOTHAFUCKIN' HANDS UP AND FOLLOW ME
NOW EVERYBODY ON PAGE THREE-ONE-THREE
PUTCHA MOTHAFUCKIN' HANDS UP

[DaBluntHead]

hahahaha how dyou come up with that

[Yellow Haze]

A colabo with small time and myself....small time first then me.

A deadly force comes swoopin' down on Yellow Haze/
Be afraid, no gods gonna help no matter how much your pray/
Run away, if you can, think your faster then my projectiles?/
Wreck the child, make him respect this style/
I feel kinda bad cutting him down for acting stupidly/
Dissin' a kid who's not even gone through puberty/
I've had hairs on my sac attack more violently then this youngin/
Talkin' how he's in the club and he's ultra thuggin/
Homie needs to sit down and shut up, these is grown folks talkin/
Spit bullets leave you riddled, spine injured, you crippled, no longer walkin/
And it could have all been prevented if you had known your place and stayed/
Oh, yeah, and the world doesn't accept you.. Because you're gay/

Speeking of your homosexuality, that fact is you cant battle me
me and small time are fedup with this shit, cant you see?
its a known fact that you cant compeat, you aint no king and you got no crown
you keep commin at us, like the alchemist beat, we'll hold you down
everything you say is from your old rhymes, if you can all them that
your shit just dont make seince G, like a white kid from the burbs packin a gat
im done with this beef you have with this all of us on this thread
you still call momy over when you need help to butter your beread?
your nothing but a silly kid with writtin down shitty lyrics
get the fuck out of here man, we simply dont want to hear it
so come back if you want to be embarassed some more
we will rip you apart again, and leave you mentaly sore.


nice shit small time, we'll do a better one with tamp too.


Shit that was good...

but ya'll know Sketch Three i trounce,
my rhymes way a ton, his an ounce,
muthafucka im ready to pounce,
his beats got no bounce,
it seems here that i don't belong,
so i gonna make me belong in this song,
it seems, everything i do goes wrong,
so i correct it right hear with this unstoppable song,

if me and you were to brawl,
it would be a mall, blood all over, you fall,
i havn't even used my full capability,
so go to bed at night, and say a little prayer,
that i don't find you and layer,
you with bullets, and some melee,
shit i cut open your bellie,

if were to go toe to toe,
i would beat you blow for blow,
my skillz for show,
muthafucka stop being a hoe,

i will never be as good as you,
but at least i stay true,
I support FRAMIN-IT in anything he does,
and though we share no love
My brother from another mother sent from the above
A thug ***** just like me,
one of the best -- might be

you, stopr giving me stick,
muthafucka you got no dick,
you wanna give my AK a lick?
i punch and punch you till you get sick,
you best be quick,
i give you a kick,
extra slick,
you don't wanna mess with me,
you get on my wick,

I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time
When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine
Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a
This grand king runnin shit with the speed of a cheetah,
meet a
lyrical murderer...
I'm servin em like two scoops of chocolate
Check it how I rock it

So put your money on the bread winner
I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call em head spinners
I got the tongue that is outdone anyone
from the rising to the setting of the sun
or the moon, I consume the room with doom
When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM

[Yellow Haze]

come on, try and battle me,
i understand limited is all you can be,
can't you see, i am like a flying object,
weaving lyrical cobwebs,
i am last of a breed,
i smoke unlimited weed,
no matter your creed,
these words you should heed,
i is ill,
you over the hill,
sittin on the window sill,
while i am the one rapping with such skill,
one song is enough to give you your fill,
i give your ears orgasmes,
while you cause me to have back spasme's
you cheap like spam,
listen to this jam,
i take it and i ram,
it down your through,
help operate like automita cam,
very rarely make a rhyme bad,
cos i is one amazing lad,
and you are sad,
you look at me and see i am clad,
with skills,
you know i feels harsh, killin' yall for actin stupidly,
to some guys who havn't been through lyrical puberty,
i take away americas liberty,
make a brand new slave trade,
blow up the world trade,
that is the extent of my power,
now go away and take a shower,
wash off this lyrical beating,
that you are eating,
haha muthafucka top that....

[Small Time Crook]

you know i feels harsh, killin' yall for actin stupidly,
to some guys who havn't been through lyrical puberty,

You gonna pay me royalties for that crunchy nugget you just bit?

[Yellow Haze]

You gonna pay me royalties for that crunchy nugget you just bit?

No, but i must say that your a genious and thank you for letting me use your skills against you...was the rap OK?

[DaBluntHead]

no.





dick riding doesnt give you the right to bite

[DaBluntHead]

My brother from another mother sent from the above


big pun and fat joe - twinz

listen little bitch , first of all listen to instrumentals when you freestyle not tracks with raps
second stop biting you silly motherfucka

[Yellow Haze]

big pun and fat joe - twinz

listen little bitch , first of all listen to instrumentals when you freestyle not tracks with raps
second stop biting you silly motherfucka
or fucks sake freak, take a joke, i know, and have admitted to have been beaten the fuck up lyricaly, so why you still bother? i am just doing this to get feedback....

Listen, i am good enough for me,
thats all i want to be,
you C-U-N-T,
i'll rap till i die,
and i wont lie,
i bit 2 lines in my freestyle- why?
cos i gettin beat the fuck up ******,

anyway, i am no worse than you,
so what you gonna do?
get better,
read this letter by letter,
you B-A-D,
your shit makes me sad

[DaBluntHead]

you stilll bite it :)
oh btw , dont use the N-word
you really should base yourself on the quality not quantity
you should NEVER BITE , not even if you get your ass handed to yourself
its like punching a man in the balls

[sketch_three]

....Sketch Three, as lame as they come,
rhymes is old, dey have been done,
by a million differnt rappers,
maybe sketch is just a bit to rad,
for his shit to be called bad,
its more like sick, it makes me wanna hurl,
why is it you have to act like a baby girl?
now please unfurl, from your girly twirl,
and come here, i gonna give your neck a curl,
i play curby with your noggin,
i give it a floggin'
that you never forget,
so, after i finish my set, at the O2,
and you finish yours at your garden shed,
we have a little battle,
and see who's got more skills in their head,
fighting you, an unarmed man,
i should have to get a ban,
from using such powerful porfanities,
but this motherfucker a twat,
and fucker thats that,
so mess with me, when your verbs go in line,
cos its my time to shine,
bye, bye, go away,
don't be to scared to come another day,
sorry if i made you wet yourself with fear,
but when you hear,
the skill that i use,
it's only right for you to abuse,
the speed that your fanny can pee,
if you don't get the message, go away,
get a sex change, and don't be so gay....
yo i was going thru a mellow phase,
but fuck it cats stay amazed,
when i fricasse,
yellow haze,
and his fellow gays,
here the death march when gods chello plays,

[La Coka Nostra]

I rhyme with haikus, in tight crews...A modern day mozart who might lose, these fights dudes! im tight too! i swear im the best, put a tear in your chest, dive in ya hive..im that bear in a nest, embarrased? well yes! i hardly make sense, my hearts taken dents while starting to vent, in jail while im camping...my bars are intense! (intense), i spar with cement, but cant seem to win, while dancing with sin...the cheapest of drunk drinks the fanciest gin!

ummm....ye?


tightest shit i've seen on here in a minute.
"in jail while im camping...my bars are intense"

that line is amazing.


i'm taking the game over, cause i've always been greedy
my parents spoiled me, wasn't ready when they released me
i stick out like 3d, but most people can't see me
it's like the untrained eye trying to read graffiti
and you mc's can't beat me, i speak through mp3's
never freestyle cause my style ain't free
so when you battle rappers wanna holla at me
i make tracks, like a junkie, let me roll up my sleeves
i spank beats. i got rap bent over my knee
and i'm yellin who's ya daddy, but he older than me


blah...

[Vagrant]

(not directed at anyone)

Take a deep breath, listen to your heart stop thumpin
I'll spit your death, feel your blood stop pumpin
Lyrical daggars murder little loser taggers
Poetic blades disembowel bitch braggers
Steal your girl and put on the swagger, My dicks so large I gag her.
Hearin "Finish Him" as this verse ends and I leave you to stagger.

Give it up, your pitiful life is through
Slain by Vagrant in his Freestyle Rapping debut
You're just a little punk who thinks he's coo'
But you watch Winnie the Pooh and listen to Blink-182

I would rhyme some more but I bid you adeiu (haha)

[DaBluntHead]

listen yellow haze,
if i make you cry , or if I break your heart
could you forgive me? Im just doing whats best for everybody
punk ass bitch

your new kid- this is BS the internet prison
you got burned and its time to scrape you like resin
its in our power to bomb shit like the 2 towers
you should know not to drop lines when you in the showers
rich kid from the english burbs
step the fuck back from me cause you gon get served
i dont want you to get hurt , but you will and you know it
my style made more victims than africa conflictss
talk about you pack guns when you cant even lift one
i train on the daily , if you wanna fight come get some
i got a chronic problem , getting high since im 12
you 14 and you didnt go through shit and ive been through hell
stop talking like your hard , stop saying you getting knocked the fuck out
if you wanna be real stop trying and follow my route

little kid needs to learn to walk before running

[Yellow Haze]

A colab done on another site:

Rap is my nationality,
my punches send you to insanity,
they wheel you in, strapped to a table,
mentally unstable,
after the beating i gave you, unable,
to walk, your reduced to a jabbering mess,
expect nothing less,
when you *bleep* with a gangstet made of pure lyrics,
my evil, will send you to hysterics,
i stand out, from all the generics,
i attract attention,
i give you a thorough comprhension,
a detention, for trying to get the club up, create fun,
my shit got the force of a gun,
shot straight from the lung,
so run bitch run,
and don't stop, til ya reach the sun,
i about to lay off my homie,
come on homie showme,

This is a rap battle and you’re skills are being put on test
Slaughter you with rabid jabs that decimate your chest
Take ya best jab, and spin it back until you get concussion
This aint a rap battle, its spontaneous lyrical combustion
Fvck lyrical discussion, I’m here to bust ya rib cage
With a lyrical twelve gauge, formed from pure rage
You’re on stage, and your bars just fail to deliver
I spit potent venom, that’ll rot your fvcking liver

[Yellow Haze]

listen yellow haze,
if i make you cry , or if I break your heart
could you forgive me? Im just doing whats best for everybody
punk ass bitch

your new kid- this is BS the internet prison
you got burned and its time to scrape you like resin
its in our power to bomb shit like the 2 towers
you should know not to drop lines when you in the showers
rich kid from the english burbs
step the fuck back from me cause you gon get served
i dont want you to get hurt , but you will and you know it
my style made more victims than africa conflictss
talk about you pack guns when you cant even lift one
i train on the daily , if you wanna fight come get some
i got a chronic problem , getting high since im 12
you 14 and you didnt go through shit and ive been through hell
stop talking like your hard , stop saying you getting knocked the fuck out
if you wanna be real stop trying and follow my route

little kid needs to learn to walk before running


Fucker, yo think i'm rich? you obviously don't read my lyrics, i am barely eatin, struggling to feed me and my mother, i am 14, but i don't go to school, i have to work with my dad to earn enough money to buy shit from netto, so before you go calling me rich, just fucking listen, instead off pissin your fuckin shit lyrics, little shit rhymes, fucker, you like dog shit, your there everytime i spit....

[Yellow Haze]

watching this mutherfucker, i hate him,
i swear, for dinner once i ate him,
he can't read, thicko,
ill make his fucking eyes bleed,
knock his head off with speed and haste,
turn your fuckin head into paste,
theres not a punch that i would waste,
he should think before he opens, his big cocksucker,
he truly is a fucker,
i would stamp on his brain, and make you feel the pain,
of coming under a rain, of fucked up knives,
i have been stabbed 5 times, and you talk about hell?
what about the fact that i been hit with a shell?
so when you talk about hell,
know that theres other people with bad lives as well,
you talk about walk before i go running,
well you are still crawling,
fucker wait till we get brawlin,
i shoot you in the face 5 times,
it'll make an improvement on your looks,
wouldn't have to listen to your fucked up rhymes

[HëRbN]

aight, ok. lemme get in n drop my 2 cents
all yall kids talkin bout violence is justa nuicanse
lets face it half your whole rap is useless
and the other half is truethless
theres no need to get internet ruthless
n leave somebody lyricaly toothless
but ima bouta, slap you around need some hand powda
you dont wanna start it with me.
my lyrics go beyond mathmatical back to practical
and then a lil further and get down right tactical
So sophisticated my minds macbook compatible
yours is just uninhabitable
N now you trippin over your own words as your read what iv just written
Its these skills that leave all the girlies smitten and there homeboys wishin
they could be dishin the kinda shit given i do
cause im a king of this freestyle shit
your just a peseant ora peon,
i been around awhile dog ima warrior
might as well call me Cleon.
Cause i be destroyin destroyers actin colder than freon
the only way you gunna see any colder is if you go to antarctica to get yo ski on!

HAH ha Happy thanksgiving peeps
lemme know whatcha think