I wake up,walk to the bathroom. where foul odors bloom. brush the beef off my teeth with this shit called crest. word,fuck dj kalhed,i'm the best. eyes draggin,only 2 hours of rest. get all this shit up offa my chest. you dont understand how i live. girl fucked up cant seem to forgive. all just because one little fib. but enough of that. lookin fresh with the kc hat. look under this belt,wont find no gat. mofucka,aint up for no chit chat. take you out with no click clack. fuck you and your whole crew. hit the bitch leader in the face and that mofucka flew. his jaws fucked he cant even chew. but the real questin is who the fuck are you? ill take you out,stuntin my breakdance. then hit you the head with one of the spraycans. anytime anywhere,whenever i get the chance. look at you mofucka pull up ya pants. you aint no thug. go back to ya momma and give her a hug. you dont deserve her if you lookin like that. these are the real times. fat rhymes. dont believe in no god. so i dont get all caught, up in the moment. im up for any opponent. up for any battle,ill own it.
yo sketch, you wanna battle aGain? my rhymes fresh, you gonna get slain. lyricaly break you neck, causing great pain. mess with your thoughts till you insane. you have flo but compaired to mine your shits plain, so gimmie your best shot, try and make it look like my shits lame
I think things done changed for the worst feels like i have a burden on my chest, shits a curse keeps going from worse to worst my fuckin head spinnin feelin like it's ready to burst people aren't who i thought they were why in the fuck can't i swallow this shit and endure late nights out walkin the street see the blues, i'm off on my feet constantly feel like i have to stay runnin even though i look and there's nothin and just so i don't sound like a fuckin queer a little thuggication for your fuckin ear don't come through my place or on my block glock'll leave your brains out on my sidewalk go ahead you fuckin faggots can talk it's a three part action pump back and lock squeeze, leave you there down on your knees
i dont freestyle but ill write once in awhile still got your ears going wild, and pupils dialed like your rollin on extasy, verbally giving you chills then your feelin me, making lyrical history like taki 183 did for graffiti, but they call me shorty every moment with her was like kodak, picture perfect and she know that.. but things went bad when my flow was flat still end up with a fat bag of chronic super potent sniffin that shit like a rodent.. i dont know just made it up supaaa stoned
people dont really see the meaning behind graff right? used to release some stress, to go out and write even if the buff come quick im still up to fight i keep gettin deeper in this shit, fuck seein the light its like every time i bomb, the rush is so addicting my letters arent that dope, but the flows convincing fuck these haters who think they run shit one or two tags, you aint commited i try to to make my lines as dope as my tag which to be honest, arent that bad i dont spit nothing but the truth, me myself and i, try to educate the youth too stubborn, dont listen drink away the problems, keep sippin like a smack in the face, thinkin what coulda been... too late now, back on the streets, back to graff, makin people say wow just to get the stress out.
fuck this shit. friends leave like they on probation. social life deceased from suffication. sun block for sun ray protection. stuck in this house with my empty spraycan collection. mad bored ill add on later.
Barely been writing lately swirls in the windowsill, flowers on the floor itchy palms shaking with that knick-knack galore gaping mouth and shaking doubt, just a load off my back we spin gears and render sloppy just to find the time-track fantasy croakin chokin over Tao Teh Ching madness we tried to put out the fire but we just had blues and soul magic music so attractive, the meditation method's broken metronome's ticking to split your mind wide open eraser-back stencils on cheeky peeling paint windows branding mystique on copywrite forced into paper's disappointing, the pixels always command higher so we lit encyclopedias and settled around the camp fire teddy bear politics swinging, grinning on the lack of past it was like that chimpanzee camera holding onto the last erasers and pencils, mental blue ink's ready to spread asked god for a dime and a lifestyle got a dead pennies instead.
feel u riot stuck in this world/ raised surrounded by a bunch of shit b / niggs know where it hurts/ my thoughts are confused in this whirlwind/ dunno how to think straight , where my girl been/ i lost people i loved ever since then/ all i got for them is dick and peppermint/gum ill choke everybody til their last breath im sick of this shit/ it fucks me up like crystal meth/ i aint blessed cause it seems like ive been cursed/ call 911 somebody , i need a fuckin nurse/ nobody can hear me suffering , cause im on painkillers/ cocaine dreams with crack romance , mind of a sinner/ dont ever call me sensitive , damn right you feel me/ it aint complicated , someone just hurt my feelings/ watching time go, wrapped with smoke shapes and curves/ as you can see , i noticed that im the worst/ not the best im struggling in this world wondering what ill do next/ leading a fight against myself/ and all im gonna need is a gun and one bullet. ill edit later , im not down
I just thought of something. How can this thread be called freestyle rapping when you have to type it in... I can garentee atleast 90% of youralls garbage(yea I said the shit here is garbage) isnt even freestyle. By no means am I saying Im any better than youall at rappingbut I am saying most of this stuff sucks and I know 4 locals around here real well that could tear this thread up. and there stuff would actually be a freestyle.
well seeing as this is a graff forum, and not the '' super dope mcs who actually record shit'' website u can expect it to be shit, fuck i just come in here out of bordem. dont take this seriously at all also i dont care about thiss shit enuff to sit and rewrite my shit, i say somthing outload an then post it in here so i dont forget it
word is born i put graff first emcee for fun but hiphops mad ill, so contribute all you can, in all elements my flow is audible//never endin like astronomical//intelligent yet commical make thee impossible; plausible.. still illogical how i rhyme so phenomenal
freestyle would mean made up on the spot right? so if you type it, it means its not made up on the spot?
friends leave like they on probation. social life deceased from suffication. sun block for sun ray protection. stuck in this house with my empty spraycan collection. Didnt choose to live this way,just happened to be the selection. But its all mental. No need for a beat,i'll make up my own instrumental. I mean,look at me me man. I have neverending layers of ink on my hands. When people lay eyes on me i can hear their sighs. theres another one wasted. I have a dream so im gonna go chase it. Look in these eyes. you tell me what you see. never ending funnelvision like 3d. in my peices,enough with the teases. I think you understand my thesis. You think you can beat this? go ahead and peep this. I'm a nobody,but the most famous around. Im the fuckin illest in town. No need to gangbang,just look for my name. Its that OFB1 cat,hes ill in this game. What you gonna say mang? I got this, dont use lyrics. use your aerosol. and show us all. what you really got. show us your style is hot.
yeah man i think that cat is talking to you man but forget it hes a fag that cant drop a hot poem on the microphone so peace and destroooyyyyy that cat nukka
its cool that everyone stoped beefin but u 3 dont need ride each others dicks so hard, might get sadel sores