By registering with us, you'll be able to discuss, share and private message with other members of our community.

Freestyle Rapping

Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by fame, Nov 6, 2004.

Share This Page

  1. AWR Satin

    AWR Satin New Member

    • Messages: 4
    • Likes Received: 0
  2. sketch3

    sketch3 Banned

    • Messages: 5,794
    • Likes Received: 0
    man two cats, in this thread are wack,
    dont talk back, try to deny facts,
    monor will get smacked, for the way he acts,
    passleoinj expect to get caped, if you turn your back,
    must be on crack to think you can withstand my attack,
    get caught of track, choosing wich hand for u to get smacked,
    with, you bitches, on some pussy shit,
    just quit, never be as good as wen crn-one spits,
    your style is transparent,
    its apparent, you dont weild a hidden teknique,
    or on sum sicko shit from wolf creek,
    never left a dead hooker in an irigation ditch,
    like my homie hoodrich,
    its fuckin hip hop hypocrisy,
    to think you can step to me, or any member of mfpc,
  3. my words, well they have a great impact
    my rhymes are tight, while your raps are whack
    i spit fire in the lab in a matter of fact
    wherever you came from, take ya ass back
    walkin in a dark alley,
    all you hear is the click clack
    as the trigger is pulled back,
    bullet released from the mack,
    you now laid out on your back,
    in the cold, lonely, dark street
    killed over some change, there meal to eat
    thats why they pack the heat,
    you lyin down, watchin there feet
    as they run quick and fast
    now they hidin, waitin for the cops to pass
    so they be patient, and try to outlast
    6 bullets in you, got you in a cast
    hood life got you shook
    people will try to take your life
    3 stick ups in a row, from just one crook
    only way to stick around, carry a knife
    or be holdin back toast
    so much heat on you
    you feelin like a roast
    get out somewhere else to stay
    give up rappin, maybe some other day
  4. TylerDurden

    TylerDurden Elite Member

    • Messages: 1,372
    • Likes Received: 0
    ya'll are whack as fuck.
  5. HoodRichSucka

    HoodRichSucka Elite Member

    • Messages: 657
    • Likes Received: 0
    ^^hahahahah yea ok buddy. and ur shits amazing.....?
  6. bouncingsoul

    bouncingsoul Elite Member

    • Messages: 1,242
    • Likes Received: 0
    ...And someone asks, did he lose his fucking head? What's up with that?
    And I say yeah, I can't find it and I don't want it back
    I was walking alongside the 4-train, can't afford a ticket
    They'll offer me the red or the blue pill, I'll take em both if I can't pick it
    And now every little kid and every little mom is taking that blonde bitch
    Up to the prom, it's a shame when they all look the same and the fame won't last that long
    I'll burn the ticky-tacky and blow all the big boxes down
    I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll laugh with a frown
    Pragmatist par excellence, knowledge spread, it's a pestilence
    Disease of life, of love and of brothers and sisters from whence
    Time passes in curves, imagination, they can't think straight
    Because gravity is out of wack, it'll never come back, inconsistent state
    And patience is getting bored here, get some entertainment or
    Education or exponential eradication, because if something's broke
    And we can't fix it, just ditch it, I just want to kick it
    So far away it throws the moon off balance on a collision course with biscuits
    Outer-space frigid milky ways and silky sways, shining stars in dismay
    And disarray because god hasn't cleaned out his closet in a day
    Spring cleaning comes easy to the poor, because they got everything to treasure
    And nothing to ignore
    It's a different pleasure to those that can measure
    Iridescent fall crescents, heated until golden-brown, sounds of
    Crowns thrown to the ground in childish rebellion, picked up and found
    To be bloody with the life of his fathers and martyrs are farther and farther
    Apart, until the taffy breaks, leaving him with a free hand to carve a
    New truth, Old shit gets boring fast and won't last, but when it's cast
    In plaster, won't shatter, reinforced with belief of god-begotten pastors
    I'm not a lyrical master, I just asked her if life was going to fast

    So I can slow it down... Can I slow it down?

  7. TylerDurden

    TylerDurden Elite Member

    • Messages: 1,372
    • Likes Received: 0
    demolish me?

    by using the same tired ass BASIC rhymes?

    (cat, hat, bat, rat, tat, )

    that's what most of you do, if not all of you. If you don't believe me, read your own shit.
  8. C-SONE

    C-SONE Senior Member

    • Messages: 401
    • Likes Received: 0
    I concurr, Most of these cunts flows are just bullshit(Mine aren't any good either)
  9. PaintThaStreets P.T.S

    PaintThaStreets P.T.S Senior Member

    • Messages: 215
    • Likes Received: 0
    yea you all talk shit but when i spit its straight fire my skill level higher let me remind you this is freestyle no thoughts prior and i aint no lier not sitting here planning for a hour my flow is burning you like an acid shower.
  10. HoodRichSucka

    HoodRichSucka Elite Member

    • Messages: 657
    • Likes Received: 0
    ill forever be, incredible, unforgetable, get rid a me?
    ull be loosin me, then ull be snoozin Zs.
    ill be cruisin fast, forget the past, it will never last.
    forgever its gone, forever u long for me again.
    to see me again, to breathe again. fornicate in bed.
    too late for head, u get the virus instead.
    ill bring u back from the dead. countin stack of my bread.
    ill put u on the IV with morphine inside thee.
    im beside thee, disquise me, i revive thee.
    watch u die again, ull stop the cry in bed.
    the iris of ur eye turns red. ill destroy thee,
    deploy the drug to boil u, spoil u. mess u up and toy with u.
    ive had enough of this, the cruelness is bliss. miss it,
    but list this and remember it. for when december hits ull be
    sober again, we can do this all over again.
  11. you say other people, spit whack shit
    if i heard you spit, sounds like you chokin on dick
    you need to put yourself in check
    go sit down, someone else is on deck
    where's main at? a kid i give real respect
    i never once stated i am dope
    unless playin around, like an ak in the hands of a pope
    and paintthestreets even a 3 bar spit from you is lame
    your shit doesn't affect people, it's too tame
    and you shouldn't be callin out everyone's name
    sayin everyone spits some basic rap
    when your raps are so lost you need a map
    and i'm not callin you out for beef
    because i'm not an e-thug and
    say i throw down in the street
    i do this for fun, not to act rough
    don't say i got heat, or got handcuffed
    but you know you've used basic rhymes before
    so what's changed now, homie whats the score?
    can't be stopped, too much initiative
    i'm not that selfish, want some dope lines i'll give
    i've been branded unstoppable
    a lyrical giant, i'm diabolical
    i'd be your worst problem
    i'm unsolvable
  12. MonoR

    MonoR Banned

    • Messages: 472
    • Likes Received: 0
    if your not the solution
    then your the problem
  13. sketch3

    sketch3 Banned

    • Messages: 5,794
    • Likes Received: 0

    well seeing as this is a graff site
    you cant expect there tto be any pro lyracists about,
    i think sum people in here are dope but most are like me,
    only spit when there
    A when there on this site
    B when there drunk or blunted
    C or when there bord shitless
  14. HoodRichSucka

    HoodRichSucka Elite Member

    • Messages: 657
    • Likes Received: 0
    this right here is a true freestyle,
    a mean style that breathes vile.
    im true to this, ur new to this.
    u cant see me, ur blinded, confinded.
    blind sided by my rare stylish steaz.
    ima emcee with skeezies beside me.
    dont test me, trust me, ur less then me.
    just hush urself, dont brush urself.

  15. HoodRichSucka

    HoodRichSucka Elite Member

    • Messages: 657
    • Likes Received: 0
    this right here is a true freestyle,
    a mean style that breathes vile.
    im true to this, ur new to this.
    u cant see me, ur blinded, confinded.
    blind sided by my rare stylish steaz.
    ima emcee with skeezies beside me.
    dont test me, trust me, ur less then me.
    just hush urself, dont brush urself.
    ur game is dirty, my name is perty,
    im sturdy with my style, so versatile, meanwhile,
    ur mad again, sad again, while im the the vadican.
    praying for you, table for two.
    i just killed u, spilled u on the floor. u want more?
  16. HoodRichSucka

    HoodRichSucka Elite Member

    • Messages: 657
    • Likes Received: 0
    HoodRich/Hidden Cypher

    Hood: im the blessed son of jesus.
    he sees up. doesnt need up. he helps us, developes us. thus he is the prophecy

    Hidden: jesus christ, my lord and savior/
    didn't have a chance, but he was my prayer/
    and he answered it, thats why these lines just spit/
    roll off of my tounge, paintin a lot, still no problem with my lungs/
    i'll get on a knee, and bow my head/
    hopin i see him in the clouds/
    once i'm dead

    Hood:dead and gone. stay strong without me, but dont count me out. im here no doubt in spirit, near it, near you i am, sam i am. the only man to be here but said to be dead.

    Hidden:i passed away, but not in a pool of red/
    a lot of tears were shed/
    as my family gathered around my bed/
    but i'm still here, i never left/
    you know i want you to be happy/
    so i'll move to the left/
    let my boy spit some hot shit

    Hood:the shit was hot, but not too hot where i got burnt. i just learned that i was heard. he could hear me, he tear'd me, was sad. im glad im gone tho, i can write this song tho. not too slow so u get lost, just toss ur hands up. put em up. stand up!

    Hidden: man up, or now i'm yellin man down/
    all i'm hearin is a ringin sound/
    a bullet loose from the barrel/
    a needle hole in his arm, man wasn't sterile/
    i've been pressured with a lotta shit lately/

    Hood:they hate me. sedate me, but i dont care. dont stare, just dare you do do it. the mayor was a'screwin the bitch in the back. the stitch in ur sack. thats wat i did, when u talked to me. stalked me. im fast like faulk. dont fuck with me.

    Hidden:you know what the truth is/
    i'm ruthless/
    i'm cold and hard, fuck us/
    bitch i can spit so hard, i bring da rawkus/
    i'm outta the city, but between the sticks/
    don't fuck with herbs or hicks/
    i'll snap ya neck like wu-tang for fightin with me/
    i'll lay you out on the street

    Hood:my beats are the illest, the forealest. the meal is tender, the feal of it is so slender. dont fuck with me or hidden, ull get stuck like the glue was fresh, not sitten. u dont belong here, be strong dont fear. i may be bad but im poetic, synthetic, but never sympathetic. ur pathetic kid.

    Such different styles. fun cypher tho man
    Last edited: Oct 25, 2007
  17. Kaze

    Kaze Elite Member

    • Messages: 1,367
    • Likes Received: 0
    Quote im incredable, unforgetable drop a beat
    and ill start to spit alphabetical, my flows so creative
    like roswell conspiracy theroy even a def man
    could hear me,
    accurate assasin shit lean with it rock with it
    blast the banger while im choking you out
    with your coat hanger,
    lyricall tendicies extract my verbal flow
    burn your skin and thats when you no
    i won battles done,

    shitty little freestyle

  18. Seek38

    Seek38 Senior Member

    • Messages: 51
    • Likes Received: 0
    Fully loaded magazines and ready to kill, im frontin bigger rifles then kimveer girl, but kid this aint dawson im straight flossin, stay far back so i can snipe ya, and u can call me swiffer cuz imma just whipe ya, if u got extra cash u might wanna spend it on a tool G..cos youll need one if u wanna keep all yo jewelry, juss hop in the roof like im spiderman, pull out a gatt and put a clip up in your diaphram
  19. MonoR

    MonoR Banned

    • Messages: 472
    • Likes Received: 0

    where did you took the 1st line from?
    yeah thats right
    your a bitch whit no forme
    my rap formula is way more dangerous
    than a tortula
    fucken kill you like i can kill mike tyson on his own
    your nothing in this town
    me n pass representing the mtl city and you where you from?
    shit bag bitches suckiing dick on heroin
    thtas what i think you are
    fuck it and your wack flow cause you
    your mabe born in a mic in yo hand
    but it was a plastic shit
  20. bouncingsoul

    bouncingsoul Elite Member

    • Messages: 1,242
    • Likes Received: 0
    Sitting in class, fluorescent fakes feed the innocence
    As early bird, arid clock faces dream beaming condensed
    Knowledge I spread through the area, past the corners
    of the Earth, while they examine murders and send coroners
    And doctors to check winds with no breeze, like heart disease
    But just breathe deep, if it helps, heave but don't grieve please
    While pulses hiccup the beeps, no sleep through the night
    While seven strangely dangerous strangers kept to feeding the fight
    I'm normally abnormal, and that's just a formal count of it
    American satire runs on flat tires, and pushes steam through counterfeits
    The sound is lit, and illuminates the Illuminati
    Speaking silver serves through nerves, hits switches through the body
    Break the spell, break nature's cell they're trying to sell
    Through the words like a semi-permeable nuclear bomb shell
    Chorus of life or death, but none of my miserly business
    With fragile crystal chants falling on hearing aids on Christmas
    I'll raise you two petals with a smile only half-incredulous
    I'll give you the shirt off my back, just let me burn it for your benefit
    Let me learn from your impetuous, headless, conscious mistakes
    And I'll be that prodigal topping on the proverbial birthday cake
    I've got 10 dollar words, but I'll exchange them for a nickel
    While pickled splits trick the spinning spindles
    Of fibers and kicking kindled fires that never die down on request
    While my string focus hangs webbing in ominous finesse
    They inspect the shilled specks while bills wreck the paycheck
    They don’t break beats anymore, they'll be beating to break bets

    With calligraphy scripts of dollar signs and collared vines
    Pure cotton, made in synthetic China with marked smaller lines
    Of borders and bournes unknown and unshown
    Overthrown stone leaders and cheaters victory prone
    But I’ll keep talking to the beautified wax faces
    Heart on a treadmill, running track races
    But I’ll calm her down, bring the sound back and rewire the speakers
    I’ll see her, I’ll teach trials of teachers
    Trudging on trick-or-treat creep reapers
    Traveling, unraveling the sleepy cheat beepers…
    Last edited: Oct 28, 2007