freestyle rappin, im steady clappin for the beat, thats wats happnin, open dap and closed hat tappin and im jest graffin, paintin, creatin dope up on this open map open lap, im workin on my cluttered desk reminds me of the mess created when the homie ripped his guess yew see thats a jacket, he caught the pocket tryin to jump a fence fell face first, and split both of his crusty lips blood all on the pavement, yew see he nearly made it cops got him and they popped him, not with a gat but surely tazed him it amazed him, he said one of the craziest experiences reminded him of some frankenstien experiments, its jest another memory now, but we'll never ferget sit back and laugh now, but see we'll never ferget i dont care if i rhymed the same word twice because im telling a story, a story bout my life im not tryin to be the best, im jest tryin clean my mess cleanse my conscience of the night i left my homie and his guess lol night was crazy tho, on the real.
Unconscious seems to have caught on to put the time you started typin' 10:45 Freestyleeee I'm sick and tired of all the drama and bullshit in my life My brother just caught a dude cheatin' with his wife His second kid wasn't even his he's heartbroken He's having trouble puttin' words together let alone spoken It's hard out here and I work all the time yet don't have a buck This lifestyle sucks where no one cares or gives two fucks 30 hour weeks and school everyday I'm still broke I don't blow haze, drink, or blow my money on coke So where in the fuck does all my money go Bills and Gas plus fines from Court and the Po Po I don't have a shiny fuckin chain or necklace I drive a shitty ass car not a fuckin Lexus I probably won't even pass inspection Another 300 bucks gone for minor correction I don't even wanna think about shit This life is too real it's too fuckin legit So I rhyme all the time to free my mind Sit back, close my eyes, and mentally press rewind I'm experimenting with making beats and I keep rhymin' Lyricism I didn't know I ever could've had I keep findin' I mean fuck I feel so fuckin degraded and hated I've been harrassed, violated, and my cribs been raided I feel like I'm on the losin' team and won't be traded So I try to use originality and keep updated When I rhyme it's all of my minds expression To help me stay out of chronic depression It's time to close this freestyle session
OH HELL NAW i know you just didn't tell me what to do ill get retarded on that handycapped ass right before i dismiss you pull a "im rubber and your glue" immature type issue so grab a tissue because 2 night i just might, power trip so bitch ill fish fist fuck you... Ps. its G-e-N-I-U-S... peep the contest... in other words, he has more then one account, why wouldn't he make another... like i give a fuck....
When he says, "see you in hell with waste" he better not be refering to waster. sorry if i spelt some shit wrong
why dosnt everyone stop giving him atention hes a loudmouth whore, hes been talking shit for months. he can mank make as many acounts as he wants but it wud be pointless if no one responded as for my spelling i cudnt care im dyslexic
all you faggots not nothin, your soft when touchin, like quilts, baby bottoms or hair on brushes, yall skared to touch this, cuz i kill yall easily, have you body dun barried like easy e, B! its easy for me to beat all your g's i like G'S when thay act so sleazily, im believed to be the most evil m.c. got feels acting normal when they come to see me then colapsin when they leave, fallin like leaves, hitin the street like my feet on the concrete, dont go calm me, i eat m.c.s like carnavors on meat. and i chill, slumped in the seat im grippin the heat, heavy gripped let her slip, youll bleed and youll see. im not a nice guy when im getting all mad, u got ziplocks thats weak im rockin with glad. im glad to be back and burning you cats, im on fire like in mummy when they found that damn map. im liften my cap to the dudes that are older... ill take you weak artists out the game like poker folders im older.. naw joking im a kid in the game but your like my girls picture i smashed into your frame. listen and dont respond you got nothing to prove ill leave you like the magic... coloured black and blue! nuggaaaahhh !
paintin on walls isa fuckin habit graff is my crack and im an addict if the cops roll up i bounce out like a rabbit doin heaven spot pieces is the only way ill have it danger danger someone call the doc up SUPone is in your town and bout to bomb your spot up!!! omg!! im so white!! yeah!@#$%^&*
^^^ like ur topic Aint Nothing But A Mix A Lyricists n A Graff Fellow Da Verse Just Like Paint Fumes.. Get u Kids Mellow I Get More Bombs Out On Da Town. Den Da Iraqi War All Round Da STATE Shit Cant Map Me WHORE.. Da 1 Ya Adore.. KrazyKrac.. Iz Like That Markers In Da Jacket.. Paint In Da BackPack Got On More Label's(stickers) Den A Signed Artist Aint No 1 Cross Me Yet Cuz Da Fear Da Consequence Of Being A Dead Carcass.. lost train of thought...
wont be talking bout singhed artists, wen ur bodys found in swamps an marshes, are u sure u wanna start this? im one of the harshest basterds, im fucking heartless, commit more hatecrimes than nazi marches, hidden agenda written on ancient parchments
MY FLOW IS SO RAW IT GIVES ME TUMMY BURNS FUKIN INDIGESTION IS WHAT U LEARN I CAME FROM DA SOUTH AN IM A TOTAL BAD MOUTH I GO LIKE TUMPTESEY THIS SHITS ALL BREAZY U FEEL ME FROM A MILE AWAY IM THE NEW COURVOISIER FUCKIN EY WE BE RIDIN EASAY TRUE WAY IM ABOUT TO LIGHT ME A DROUGH PLEASE DONT CALL THE 5-0 OR MY ASS WE BE SLANGIN IN DA BOX FOR A FEW MONTHS LESS A FIEW ROCKS HOLY SHIT MY RYMES ARE SO DIRTAY GREASY FUCKIN CHeASY I LIKE IT DAT WAY
ighht ready ya'll its game time now you fools is fallin like snow and im bak witta plow i may not kno you, but you gona get to no me come home and i gotcha girl at gunpoint, sippin a forty back to the graff now thats the main topic blast spots like a rocket, stacks and caps in my pocket only hittin heaven spots, even ya tall fools cant top it light up an L, watch my commen sense fall only blunts, no bowls, i keep my pieces for the walls
Key'd down off the dome..Started at 11:06 All these cats keep spittin bout the same topics Majority of you never even lived near the projects Today you gotta be fresh, new, have some originality The world ain't all about bustin guns this is reality The same "thuggin" themes is what y'all about A shiny new chain, sellin' cocaine and blowin' stout Zest or the buddah blest to calm you down, give you rest Real rhymes help express and get shit off ya chest I'm not very good at rhymin' not even close to the best Out on my own from an early age outta the nest Homicide, untouchable lyrical slaughter You go hard, I'm a go much harder I give it all I got, 110 percent The NorthEast is what I represent A beast from the Upper East I eat beats like they are a feast I'm not a gangster, not a mobster I heat mics like a boiling lobster I see right through you, an impostor
9:52 Thanks for the props Gesus Today true lyricism is quite hard to find Just like discovering gold in a coal mine It's out there you just gotta look hard enough Most rappers today beef ain't legit, it's a bluff Try to distinguish fake rappers from real emcees Rappers are luke warm, emcees burn in high degrees Reach far and wide from 7 seas, down to twenty thousand leagues Keepin' shit on lock and holdin' mics under siege If you have wordplay and can easily manipulate vocabulary Your lyrics are more like a joke, comedian guy like Tyler Perry I understand it, with lyrics like this why you think I'm a bandit I only do it because my soul demand it, off the dome I don't plan it I'm in heavy rotation like planet, so your whack ass raps...Can It
Quick one 12:01 AM Today in this world any thing can happen... Broke ass hoodlums makin' a cool mil rappin' Rollin' down the street music stay constantly blastin' Seat belts ain't fasten, corner guys stay trappin' Gangsta's holdin' heat, they beretta be clappin' Wind up dead, you're permanently nappin' Fuckin' assassin, Killin and plane crashin' Drug stashin, hopin' fences, stay dashin' Rob a bank then go later and cash in Late nights, early mornings burnin' and crashin' I rhyme with all I got, you hear my passion Gonna be a true story of Rags to Riches Fuckin' with the clique, ya boys end up in ditches Bodies full with holes, slugs, and old stitches Steal ya shit and then fuck ya bitches All y'all wanna be rappers find new niches
I'm starting on a verse for a track I'm hoping to record. Here is what I came up with so far. Verse One.. Get ready for my tale as I talk and my story begins I'll try to keep it brief and rhyme in sync to the DJ spins Started out just writin' down raps after freestyles off the dome I do this for the culture and fun, not to get rich or be known Fell in love with Hip Hop when I was a young one, in it's Golden Age I witnessed Hip Hop decay, Hip Hop's turned it's worst page Hypnotized by the amazing sounds of Biggie and L After they fell off, Hip Hop started to lose it's spell They were inspiration, their rhymes so hot it resembled hell Where did Hip Hop go? The industry has it locked in a cell It's under siege and to me, it needs to stay free There's a big difference between emcees and rappers You see rappers are nothin more than gun clappers Or trappers on the corner trappin, occasionally rappin' On the block where anything can happen, bullets to kids Now permanently nappin' and now they doin lifetime bids Understand rappers are more like actors, they portray thugs Talkin' how they shoot guns and fill bodies with .9 slugs Throwin bloody bodies in rivers, creeks, or ditches Or talkin' bout they flashy ice, fly whips, and they riches However, an emcee has lyricism which today is hard to find Just like discovering a ton of gold in damn coal mine It's more than just rhymin and rappin, it's the mind's expression So my confession, Hip Hop is like my dope, rhymin is my injection The Hip Hop movement spread quicker than a lethal infection In the last 8 years though, it's gone in a horrible direction So I've stepped up to try and aid, bring major correction I'm in the runnin now, competin', I've stepped in the election Verse 2: Today I wanna hear emcees talk about issues and a real topic Not how much they CD cost, and how you should cop it Heard the same story, you from the projects, now you livin nice You used to sell cocaine, capped a lame, and now ya neck full or ice We sold out Hip Hop, for the money was it really worth the price? So until we reclaim it I'll try to suffice, take a gamble on a white boy, Shot of the dice, I ain't in it for cheese I ain't fuckin mice We should address real issues like Jena 6 or tragedy in Darfur Our dyin' soldiers across seas fightin a gasoline war Fuck the Government, Democrats Republicans Bush Administration I've been patient and waitin, but we're under Federal suffocation The system is full of corruption and truly it's all about money This is serious shit, I'm not a comedian, ain't tryin to be funny I got peoples who deal drugs, be scratchin, rappin, and taggin' And personally I appreciate you if you're makin music and a nice livin' But it's when "rappers" act the fool on a track, lyin' and start trippin' "Ayo, I got shot 14 times and I'm still here puttin out records ya know?" False statements like that is whack, give yourself time to grow Practice rhymin, because it's not very easy, it's respectably an art People don't even start, you can't say you want change yet not play a part So you know when I finally enter a booth, I'm only tellin' what the truth is Lyrically diabolical, quick and delivering, and somewhat ruthless I don't need to be tough, I got boys who leave you toothless But once again, that's deserved if you ain't vibin to the DJ spin Verse 3: Let's bring it all the way back to when I used to like Rap and Hip Hop Bobbin' my head I couldn't stop, the newest CDs I had to cop Sales were constantly up, even fuckin' Vanilla Ice didn't flop After the 90s however is when it came to a sudden horrific stop The Golden Age was full of Gang Starr, Big L, Pac and The Notorious Dudes so fierce on mics, killin' shit like straight up warriors Not to mention the Clan, Common, Dilla, early Em, or Dre Albums back then, shit, I didn't really mind to pay Big L's shit so hot they would make room for some radio play Unfortunately Hip Hop has fallen in constant continual dismay Back then each song was more like a defined, specific story Today it's all ill willin', drug dealin', rampant killin, blood & gory Each track was like a chapter of one hell of a compellin' book Currently Hip Hop sports a complete different look, the industry's shook It's been overtook, it's full of sell outs, nothin but one big crook I gotta grip, I'm a fisherman and I got the industry on my hook Fuck the mainstream, I'd rather be broke in the underground Where people truly vibe to my sound and I stay un-crowned I'm at the bottom of a crate, sittin' round, gatherin dust Bumpin' through your speakers or headphones ready to bust Originality to me is a must, there is no need to always cuss Remember, that our voices leave an impression in the youth So I do my best to give em all I got and I speak nothin but the truth...