listen,i dont have to rap to make you look stupid hold a couple of yours tracks back against you to proove it come correct, better check your jugular ill drain your money like blood as if i was dracula now tell me why do i know your rhymes wont get published cause people that knows you boy , know you aint bout shit you can say the world is yours but this is my song if you aint with it fuck it just tell me whenever the mic's on shut the fuck up now and follow the rules breaking the laws getting old and acting hard this shit is not cool ive been rappin for a while-your girls numbers on dial this battle's where you die- cock the gun and let IT BLAOW against a dude like me i suggest you keep it quiet quick to take yo sugar and leave you with none like you coke diet ill ask your bitch to get it on the floor like im dmx youre the kinda of pussy to start to cry when you feeling the effects my shits too hard for you , too much realness for you to handle figure out how can a guy that hangs with vandals be your idol this is the end for you , youll be eatin with a straw trying to front on me at the mall got you holding your jaw low IQ claiming that your stupid ass fucked my bitch i never tripped cause i knew it was the best that you could come up with remind your parents having you wasnt a good idea a bitch for mom a dick fordad what they thought the boy'd be? sorry dude , i didnt mean to hurt you if youre heart broken you pick the pieces ill pay the glue
yo, the only time you smoke Dro is when you burned his stuff off the net, the only time i ever shoot dopes when im holdin' a tech, somebody better be callin' the vet cause im a sick animal on the loose ill put a lyrical straight to the chest please, talkin slick claimin that you be the best, your rhymes be slower then if you was rappin while you were trippin' on ket murkin ya set, cause im sick of hearin halfway freestyle attempts the is the internet kid we all know you ain't go straight off the head, I ain't gotta rhyme half a page to impress and by the way your graff is just as bad as your rep.
wish i had the abilitly to freestyle, definetly respect the art it http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWjfsQhk4SA
i just put the waffle to the griddle can yall hear dat shit sizzle? ill belittle your next riddle while my grandpa plays the fiddle hold up hold up LMao.......dam son like... im just.. oh gawdt u can almost feel your blood boil, so lets just keep it goin afta sum rounds wit me!? u be googlin' hemotobin... im sorry to be so open, but i just feel my shit is smokin like teh friction from ya moms when im up in her closet pokin and to be honest, im a nice guy... but u see the fact is 'u just kill't me' youll reply, that was lyrical malpractice GET@ME///FUCK
oh now sense wan' see? lets get shit tribal sit yaself down while i take out my bible cuz I aint suicidal this is fuckin survival itll sure b an eyefull when u meet up wit ya rival I MAKE IT LOOK too EASY when i grip the chain from the back of ya girls neck, and then i fuckin came and started pullin out her organs and harvesting her bodies sweat because this aint no fuckin game and u will wish we never met test me... I GOT THE RECIPE...! IN MY SYRINGE TO FUCK A BRUVA UP N GIVE YA CANCER IN UR TESTIES! yesplease.
i got sense playin defense, facin da god until he repents your fate has been decided, there's no reason for u to be tense bcuz i win shit and take names, you stay bitch and play games you couldnt climb out the gutter if you practiced between frames and who's to say right now, that i wont finish the task matter fact I THINK I JUST RAN IN RIGHT PAST LEAPIN TALL BUILDINGS AND FUCKIN BRIDGES IM NASH so ill head home n check my calendar, cuz i just ended it fast and oh hey look it's garbage day, ive gotta tend to some trash
nice work to some of you guys but you know these technically arent freestyles. who knows how long you take to think up the lyrics your typin. nice work to the cats with hot bars tho. im not a rapper so i cant contribute to the thread
Im bi-zerk wit rhymes, listne my mission, find bitches my digits, high figgas my nikkas Go-Rillas dope dillas, cold killas SHIT, im Fire like MOZILLA! oh nikka,i bet u felt that punch line servin knuckle sandwiches like ladys in lunch lines i be in a hammok still blazin till crunch time flow so amazin, i coult take it wit one rhyme YALL AINT SEEIN ME NIKKA! its the King of the Tone, ya herd! swich one... hot box ent............210 countdown city ya hurd...........
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmm....... nikka done killed it! nice punchlines, and nice synonym usage
i twist blunts you twist your faggot boyfriends nuts; im high like skyscrapers your damp n soggy like old newspapers i spit so hot my saliva turns into vapors; fuck it i dont even freestyle lol
this is sung to the rhythm of 'row your boat' roll roll roll your joint bend it at the end light it up take a puff pass it to your friend
its 210 on the map and still i trap goods sittin in the Lac rollin swishas and backwoods homie is that hood, my chromie attack hoods im all about grain mayne, i notice ya lack wood off a da brain mayne, untame in the game stay posted on the spot from where ya jane and the cane came blamein the gang bang, im bangin for bucks blazin a dutch, still hatein a slut i stayed at the trap for a real long while long road, many miles its hard for G's to smile for a while i was wild, young gun with reckless style 4 years later im showin yall nikkas how- -i done been in my hood for bout 15 yurs same game nothing changed but bout 15 spurs spit-ING verbs, man i wrote this verse southwest side, where i do dat dirt...
im sick im crazy i kill w. no explanation thats right, like murder w. the exclamation im free, off the hook while you on probation getting pussy while you stuck w. masturbation clean like fresh shower you like menstruation i kill exact w. pin point you like guesstamation how you gonna talk when your dick look like a raisin i dont know what im talking about anymore since im blazin have you run like villagers when the waters raisen when i spit *****s like he amazin haha whatever the fuck that was?
i sit all day and blaze coconut haze holin a 8 still smokin a jay flowin so sick i catch a cold in a daze my rollin amaze and thats fo show cuz i blaze tryna get paid im on minimum wage ppl all sin dont care wat ministers say shiiit, my life like a penitentiary stay so crime all i know like a fat kid knows cake uh...no fake my fate is in stone, been stoned since Flintstones, been blown get on with my life its been lone damn im so texas, my home where i been grown countdown city, ya know dat i been tone pride for my set still slide on a jet glide on a check man times is a wreck singe me, the best from the south of the west blind me? nah, i can see through ya dress!
every day i wake up, and don't wanna wake up take up the pipe, first thing i do is bake up as the buds break up, the problems start to shake up i said this cant be life is there a way that i can make up- -the time that i wasted, Try, but im hesitatin cant trust a friend cuz everybody fakin just face it, i made it..but only to the present traveled down a road where i learned many lessons and for the first time I cherish every blessin anything can happen in any situation shed a few tears through my twisted situation made it out probation, but it wasnt easy made it out the hurricane but its still breezy and sometimes it rains, and pours out every pain shits insane, tryna maintain from a slitted vain.....
Staring at the tearstains, on the blackbook pages, show that his pieces are drawn, seeing through blind rages, from something different deep down inside his mind, pure and amazing, now let the pen and paper grind! but now hes trying to find somthin to make him scream inside, to hide from your feelings is commiting suicide, and crying at night is the only reason he tries, to get the ultimate prize, to rise, above the rest, hes got the ultimate drive, to thrive, like bacteria in this world, this pearl of nature, gods greatest creation, a masterpiece, which will never cease to increase to a planet filled with facinating beasts and feasts for the eyes, besides, im floatin away with the tide, this kids like magnesium oxide, a reaction, like kim kardashian, i never knew her shit wud 'come platinum, when he picks up a spray can miracles happen, and the product is as detailed and complex as a map and, all this is fuelled by the few emotions he knows, anger sadness and envy, but non of them show, untill hes locked away inside his humble abode, so all his emotions are thrown into these pieces whos illustrators unknown, its like a drug for him, but it wont make you thin, it'll have you coming back again an again, he started his drug habit only when he was ten, spray paint can, dus what it ses on the tin, graffiti crews go up and try to talk to him, "hey bro, your sick, do you want in?" "no thanks, i wanna be alone when i win, and don't lean against my wall, the wet paint will stain." like my first ever rap, its kinda crap, ive probs got better stuff