ur in shark infested waters,
scream but no ones lissenin,
like genrals who, bark protsted orders,
my shits raw like,
the dark an twisted thaughts of,
fathers who start molesting daughters,

 

You know Hidden Tek, lyrical verbal assault poet
Lethal with a pen, deadly on a mic you know it
The kid, the officially underrated lyrical disaster
Holds a tongue that stays sharper than a dagger
Verbally stab ya watch ya retreat and stagger
Lyrical master, got more wordplay you think I'm playin scrabble
Honestly do you really want to freestyle battle
You'll have a quick run, end up 6 ft beneath gravel
Your lines I'll break and ya conscience I'll rattle
To you I always remain a superior constant threat
When I take the mic I make you fret and sweat
Probably laid down your life saving on me I bet
Don't worry I'll make you a mil, not leave you in debt

...Outta nowhere

 

im a fuckin' sith lord, like the pope
no joke
im broke, so ill take ya future and ya hope
got these guns and this bandana
soon im runnin around like the mad hatter
without manners
make you brain go splatter
sound waves strain and spray thru matter
all these cats finna scatter
while my pockets get fatter.
a spic not a cracker
workin in different factors
take you down like catepillar tractors do trees
speakin of these, i need to burn'em but they aint for free
G's on the internet threatenin' to kill me
but them bitches is silly, for really
gotta tranquilize and pill me

 

i wrestle these words and strong arm them when they grab hold
tearing at my clothes and leaving these winter nights cold
i have to beat them down and strip them of their confidence
so they come around and my sentences can make sense
when i compose them they jump up and bite the hand that writes
shit call me a loser because im still losing these fights
i might never get it right may never write poetry
but honestly ill keep fighting because im done with society

 

im a constant controversy
you cant even converse with me
pullin the middle finger out. hey look and see!
im to tired to pout, im pissed beyond belief,
it was fucking 4/20 and i didn't have reef?
im ready for beef, time to eat,
when ante chimes in, take a seat...

 

Ah shit man come on mate
with lyrics like that you sound like you are eight
you pulling your finger out i will get my knife and cut it off
then I will set your crew on fire burning them with a Molotov
fucking hell aint no messing around
that’s why I always come threw with the dope sound
I see you up in a gay bar
I be there too stabing pricks with a razor
Fuck with me I always going for another round
You will be on ground seeing how your pink shirts red now
After this verse you will see
That this Texas chump aint got nothing on me

 

im a heat seeker, i only know how to destroy
when i employ the best tactics that bring me joy
oh boy is what ill be screamin when your body vaporizes
full of different suprises to yawls surmises
wearing different disguises to catch yall blindsided

killed a cop now i sit in a cell and rot
they waitin to inject me, dispense me, put me in a grave plot
get rid of the sin within that had to begin when i was a kid
couldnt commit to false fuckin' faiths, jehovas witnesses preachin fake
pastor tellin more lies, rackin up the cash
then one day i grabbed a mask, and fuckin' hung his ass
hanging up lookin jesus on the crucifix
family threw me away cuz my brain was just to sick
i snapped on a nun and made her swallow my cum
cuz i was armed to the tongue, with blades and guns
had some fun then they had me on the run
hid out in a jewish temple, where they talk about the same god
but then they laugh with me when we say christ is a fraud
dont matter, gotta kill these zealots too
they as evil as the ones before, what did i do?
i grabbed a star of david sculpture, beat the rabbi to a pulp, sir
then when the women and children started crying
it was because they families were dying,
right in front of they eyes an
they couldnt stop it prevent it
to death they all sentenced
i could bring up the muslims but i given my two pennies
murders a plenty

and another...

when im bored, im a BS whore
not thru many threads ill explore
except when GA and keystyling seem like a chore

well, im all outta juices kids, night.

 

I write and rhyme til the pen's ink is dry
Go until my tank is on E, just like the oil supply
Until the lead from the number 2 is whittled down
I drop gems like diamonds in the ruff still un-found
The room on my paper is starting to run out
So memorizing my rhymes is what I'm about
It's a shame that today there are so many talented emcees
People don't even know, they like WU-TANG KILLA BEES!
Wu is good I don't have a fuckin problem with their sound
But I don't care about kids gettin shot on the playground
I mean yeah it was alright the first couple times
But it gets quite redundant in all of their rhymes
I like an emcee who tells a real story in their songs
Somethin' like how they righted their worst wrongs


Freestyle from when I was drivin' down the highway earlier today.

 

I'm pure evil
I feast on priests and hang and drain bodies from church steeples
Bulimic, I purge people
Scenic, see curb fecal
Not shit but reminisce what's left of tooth's chipped
Bloody and broken jaws, necks caved your left in aw
Jaw dropped, heart stopped, ice cold your in shock
Knees lock, going no where and ya better not scream
Lean from visions of this mean green team
Servin' up fiends
No rings but we're the undisputed champs
From stealin' amps to rockin' the mic, were burnin' up this motha fuckin' camp
You can sit down and trade stories of glory
But test these nuts and get game shot like Robert Horry
Forty quarts of blood and mud will flood from gapping wounds
Arabic connects will flex, flesh eaten, retreatin' bones to sand dunes
Some say I'm cynical, obscene, deprived, enticed
Because I'll Rip ya pinnacle, devour your splien with chives and rice
My aim is precise, I throw bullets like Carson Palmer
Cannibalistic and lethal, I eat people like Jeffery Dahmer
The fumes of gunshots only huffed and puffed by the killers
Resurectin' bodies with shotties like zombies from Michael Jackson's Thriller
We'll fill a million oil barrels with peril
Ship half to the white house, half up the golden stairwell
Fairwell to the grace of god, the face and pod of dark lotus
Vaccination assassination, inject hate straight into the face of the last P.O.T.U.S.
Erode us with case flow and we'll stop in our tracks
Only stacks can stop attacks of truth and pure facts

 

im nutty like a crack bunner,
whos been tweakin since last summer,
pissin of gun runners,
condcut trouble like i was metal during thunder,
man of steel, aint no kyrptonite,
when i grip the mike,
wont wanna pick a fight
get ur neck slit with a knife,
im on sum stealth shit tonight
wont even relise till i hit the lights,
thinkin it was mobsters that wacked ur parents, an hit ur wife,
hand me a spliff to light,
or kiss ur life,
goodbye,good god and good ridens,
u still try to maintain ur hood image,
you should bin it,
or else ill pop ur eye like spinache

 

im nutty like a professor,
hard wood like a dresser,
fucked up in a strecher,
my life in a compacted letter,
call it a best seller,
and call me the best nailer,
i am... a never failer...
i'm hearty like a sailor.
rape you like a neighbor,
foot in your ass, custom tailored.

lmao.

 

Believe me I'm tryin' hard to achieve
The best I can be, I will not deceive
I don't walk to the same beat of the drum
Like most of 'em, I don't have a gun
I'd rather battle verbally or with my fists
Tongue lashin', or knuckles and wrists
I'm not from the ghetto I reside in the sticks
I don't push weight and I don't move bricks
I don't resemble cracker wiggers or redneck hicks
African, Asian, Indian or Caucasian we all in the mix
So what does it matter, color, race, or creed?
We all are built the same and we all fuckin bleed
We've all sinned, and done the dirty deed
From our mother's stomachs and our fathers seed
So honestly Hip-Hop should be a united culture
Underground out of the media and industries exposure
Whether you are rappin' or taggin'
B-boyin' or on a DJ backspin'

Quickie..

 

I sit here, tally up my regrets
Weed smoke fumigates the room, helps me forget
Then I urge for a cigarette
Dont wanna deal with half the shit I put up wit
I aint strong enough to lead the life I live
So why'd I'd git given it
I dont even make sense no more, just babble
one marble in my dome goes rattle rattle
in constant circles, spinning
for me there aint no winning
Im so tired
Im giving up
Im called a liar
But I give naw fuck
Police wanna handcuff I throw up blue rags
*****s wanna beat me, but I got black mags
Unload'em all is my callin' card
Ballin hard til I die, or til I get beaten and made a retard
or til im a fuckin' cripple
bitch, I'm fuckin' simple
two syllable rhymes compared to your one and I pop off pistols like they pimples
yeah, im a real criminal, even if i aint been to county
i wont hesitate to cut you up so ***** dont doubt me
i wont be afraid to load and buck, if you crowd 'round me
get me up in a cylindrical death trap
and i dont listen when political heads yap
runnin off at the mouth, do you realize were goin into recession
that aint a good thing, aint a blessin
my patients being tested
so i think the governmentll have to learn a lesson
when i go up on the streets armed to the teeth, guns and vest and
its gonna be a gritty revolt
the city'll be repulsed
like parents hearing they kids was touch by the priest
your brain takes in my words and feasts
what a treat
i am the product of my own victory and defeat
self conquer, because only then will i prosper
and if you gonna come at me, best come proper
mind your Q's and P's
or you will see
a beast unleashed in me
keep my name off ya tongue
Solo Krook *****, want some come get some
1.8, 666, I got the Satan Side
and this way of mine
is do or die
so dont even try, to cope
cuz under pressure you choke
well i shine brighter then diamonds
spit louder then roarin lions
Shit is All That I Am.


little somethin' i threw up, i mean.. together.

who's finna hook it up with a deal now? haha..

 

Small time you got skills,
but you still robbin old folks to pay yo bills,
So while you rattle and babble ima get to it
Spit alittle something to show ya how i do it.
Cause you be mumbling, lyrically stumbling
Like a penguin on thin ice
ice used to splice lice twice,
Twice as nice as, I am..
Sophisticated, Classic, Lyrically Elastic
Your made of plastic
Like a little toy car
Breakable, mistakeable, eraseable,
Incapable
A malformed Commodity
I got that Vocabular Hypocrysy
Theres just no stoppin me,
A rise to the top, ya see?
Of a pet shop
Through use of a ladder.
Upon the floor like clatter,
Nothin sadder, than blood spatter
Of small fuzzy hamsters
Put into canisters and slid down banisters
Juxtopostion put into position for commission
By multinational manufacturers of... Meaning
I dont beleive in the conspicious consumption,
Of blind folded cannon fodder without gumption
But feed up Little lamb
Gorge like a blacksmith at a free forge

Walk tall and carry a big stick
to lite a fire you need a big wick
And to slide it doesnt have to be slick
Slide it back untill you hear a click
and stop thinking with your....
Unlock the trueth,
The futures alittle pale
Home of the Free,
But one whale of a jail
Is it really free if theres a fee?
What could you do?
What could you be?
It doesnt matter, its not up to you!
Come forth like words from the mouth
Reside in the south
Keep it real like TV
Great white? I just might be.
Eternally, Simply, Majesty
Mythical skills spit mathmatically
Joking?
Yeah..... i must be...

Seriously man. you got a good flow. props son im just fuckin around. i spit silly shit

 

i spit lyric so quit its absurd
have your head spinnin like a toilet to a turd
hah! i dont even need ta be serious!
cause i spit sick shit so quick ya get delerious.
And i dont need no glocks or no knife
cause you wont even see nor hear me before i take you life
you be walkin to ya mama's house, while im sneakin up
im a walkin shadow and i may be yours.
so by the time you think somethins up, son you already fucked
give you that ninja neck snap n leave you twitchin
spinal cord disconnected no reason for no stitchin
then fade back to the shadows something like a ghost
then take out any unfortunate witnesses, son they all toast
i dont mean to boast but ill burn every last mofucka like a spit roast
cops come on seen to peep all the anarchy
thats when they know its gotta be me
every dude on the block lyin dead
but with no knife wounds no gun shots to the head
cuz its straight assassin shit when i break bread
dont need no steel or no lead
just my hands n maybe a syringe
that is if im on a lethal dosage binge
stick you and let you walk
after a few minutes you be feelin like you were split by a toma hawk
startin to stumble now
try and get help but all you can do is mumble now
bitch whos humble now
told you not ta test me
nothin can hold me back not even a levy
cause i do shit dirty somethin like katrina
make sure no body comes to your aid for days
take out a court sapena
cause you got big and now you gone something like selena
Now that done with ya roll up the syringe and stick in a breifcase
stroll down the street and call 911 fo ya while a breath safe.
But its to late
cause youll be D O A, Dead on arrival
No chance for survival
cause fool when i want to i get primal



Uhh! haha i was feelin that one. Whatchu got crook? ; )

 

i weild ancient magic and the might of druids,
to drain your vital fluids,
use a knife to do it,
blood flowin like zombie films when they sight a new kid,
to feast on, fresh meat,
kick you in the testes,
if you adress me,
without respect b,
see ur breath leave,
out the gash in ya chest peice,
ur up death creek,
not ready to battle,
tryin to use ur leg bone for a paddle

 

first time in a while...lol

yo, you think you spit fire, but i spit ice,
i have you runnin scared like an elephant when they see mice.
theres somthing about by rhymes, like mrs dash with the extra spice
i know im white, and i dont give a shit
ill work my way up from the bottom of the pit
you all know i dont lie, im true when i spit.
typin this shit out i fell like a fool
im just wastin time, i should be doin shit for school
so i guess ill end this line.
stay true stay real, and you all can rake in thos dimes

 

just recorded this, but i'll post the text version for yall
not a freestyle.

at nighttime i write rhymes on old scripts and papers
i rip bible pages and roll splifs with your savior
take a holy hit, holy shit, sniff the vapors
Infamous'll grip the stainless and I'll leave you bitches brainless
don't get it twisted, I'm Infamous, not in-famous
It's because my spit is heinous and attracts alot of haters
matter fact, fuck you. I wanna remain nameless
So I can be like Slim Shady before he dropped my name is
But before you know it, I'm at the top of this rap shit
Cause I'm doin big things like fuckin a fat chick
I'll drop three hits that score, and call it a hat trick
Increase my demographic and have you faggots doin backflips
I'll make you an example by stabbin you down to the blade handle
Write a rhyme in your blood and spit it over your DNA sample
Go ahead and hate cause I never lived in section 8
Just another death for the cops to investigate

again...if anyone in here raps for real, and they wanna do a track with me...holler.
i'm lonely

 

technically for a freestyle battle to work on here wouldnt it have to be a poll or something? how do we know who would win the battle?