Hah! and Herbn it would most likely be clear who won or who didn't, although if you wanted to get official, a poll is chill.
not that im proud, but im a fuckin alcoholic an' you know things is going down when i get to callin stallin.. for time while i think up a new line because everyones getting bored, with the same shit in each rhyme side note, to them *****s wearin black and tan yawl boys best be hoping i dont see yawl again might beat me once, because you caught me by my lonesome but ill fling bullets at you bitches, even if i got to throw'em alright, back onto the main focus i make petty mc's disappear with some criss angel hocus pocus mindfreak'em, they tweakin', stop'em from speakin make it rain anyday of the year, 'cept holidays and weekends i glisten like prisms under bright light not because of the mic but because im fuckin' white in fact, the microphone is a cold bitch treats me like shit, and she spits in my face but it's okay, i kinda like the taste
freestylin dis on the duffle bag boy instrumental by lil wayne .. big black n dangerous.. my bags a beast homes yall get more text in ya bodys.. den ya bithc fone lyrically insist on.. disfigurin each bone my rhymes haunt ya ... so ull never be alone I COME... for the eastend ...when da trash if fulla bodies where da bloods originated.. n now killin kids a hobbie NOBODY.. knows how our fates sealed..dis real deep bruises in da soul from childhood dat wont heal putta bounty on ya head make ya da headless horsemen with ya dull rhymes... ur demented more den a silly little 6 year old.. dat hasnt even grown yet u still insist to front like you hard..ur life has no object make u loose ur life like druggies who homeless u hold less weight... n i just ruthless u aint a genious... so dont inisit on ya 2 cents aint passed like blues yet... commercial is clueless hiphops saviour da don of rap.. come baack 2 bring u to it steel city da spot.. east end n Big T da movement coutin da minutes.. on da clock movin atta fast pace got a full hand of kings ? aint beatin me .. cuz i got full ace no place for kids this where the boys grow to men da men die young.. n da young get by without em no remorse for da weak cuz i bring da revolution Che Gevara of rap.. get past i aint losin beat more rappers down.. den astronomical figures bring a sense of danger like enviornmental pictures
Unconscious brings infernos, blistering when i burn those Who step to me lyrically, leave em trippin like ecstacy Next to test these get chopped up with machetes Down in the ground 6 feet deep, depleted mortuaries Torture, torch and burry my foes, baseball bats pull out facts Hats get twisted, end up missin, when your snitchin like rats Backs get watched or get stabbed with long knifes Can't trust a soul but yourself, thats what we call life Its a dirty world, out to get you, better wear protection Better be strapped with gats and plenty jimmies for erections Bitches will cross you, claim they virgins when they aint No condoms in the paint, see pink but miss the taint Its obsurd the way my words never hit their target Theyre primed and ready to explode but get thatched like margaret Skimmed, bit, and stolen like holdin a golden slogan Take my shit and youll have to factor your fears like joe rogan Hulk hogan, Im a beast in the ring, I feast on your team Only time I stop rhymin is when im asleep in a dream Check that, thats a lie cuz I rap while unconscious Spit a lyrical cyclone, spinnin words makin you nausious Be cautious don't step too soon or speak too loud Awake the sleeping giant and witness mushroom clouds Ask nagasaki, heroshima, all of japan I'll drop atomic catastrophic bombs: little boy and fat man Fat fans, fat emcees, we are what we eat I devour entire record companies at my feet My throne is higher than the highest mountain, it lies in the heavens But I reside here locally, out front of seven elevens I gotta eat so I sell anything that I can From amps to watches to movies, even collect tin cans Music cd's, ipods, even local emcees Promote concerts, events, but nothing is free You gotta pay to get my service but don't get me wrong If you need some sucky sucky I got the girl for your schlong She'll sing you a song while your hittin and rippin thongs Bouncin her titties and slappin your balls back and forth like ping pong Jokes, but on the real, you need it and I got you So many connects in my phone, one tone and they flock through Birds of a feather stick together, if your dope, your stuck to me Slashin and gashin emcees, verbally murder heards of sheep A word with me, words of the wise, I preach factual lies Contradicting advice, see the despise in my eyes Your like flys, circle around shit, eat it and die Hide facts behind your backs, read it in skys How can you possibly, whole heartidly, believe in one god Or any god for that matter, it all seems facade Just a way to escape fate, a sence of false security Pure or unpure, sin or not, does it matter, its all obscurity Hearing me talk, write or rap a couple thoughts Should provoke a million minds to grasp goals never once sought I speak of inlightening minds, whether grime, grit, or intellectual Hopefully I serve my purpose, stimulate minds beyond just sexual Perpetual, I have yet to reach peak so Ill keep climbin Rhymin is my tweak, a fiend for verbal hurtles, jumpin and jivin Swing to the next tree, a monkey in the concrete jungle Bombaclot, Jamacan Don Dada, you don't wanna rumble You don't wanna ramp wit me, I taunt and flaunt the cheese Call me chester, I'll fester your sores, leave you beggin on your knees I switch up the flow, from dirty, to clean, to dirty, im supreme The ultimate, the highest seat, my feet crush self esteem Extreme on high beams, blindin competition with precision Deer in my head lights, frozen, you better make a decision Join me or join my enemies, you make the choice My voice and words are sometimes slurred but I always show poise Fair warning, I'll have you know, the grass is greener on my side The finer things in life, no wave tips us, we ride tides We jive, slide, our prides high, never slip into slums Never changin like bums, always rangin with guns Take your jewels to the market and make instant cash Were gone in a flash, murk you and surf distances fast The past, the present, the future, Im ghostin control Take out the next assigned squad when you post up patrol I roast up a bowl, stay lifted like elevators I'm open to ideas but short fused and snap like aligators The last time I was this high and freestyled a verse Was the last time I felt alive and keystyled a curse Which witch doctor can cure the pain in my head Darkening and evil rooted, demonic thoughts, injected with lead Neurotoxic, paralyzing your thoughts, your words begin to slur Apoptosis, hypnosis, corrosive, a lethal dosage, images blurr No longer in control of your mind, you find I'm captain of the ship Terrified, locked in shock and blind, this time I napkin your spit Catch your drool before ghouls lurk and climb out of pools Fool for thinking the wrong, wrong for thinking the fool Tools embeded in heads of foolish ghouls thinking they cool Nothing left for me to rhyme, so this time Ill use rule Fuck it, I'm done, I quit, no more bars for me to spit Time for bed, sleepy time, hasta lavista bitch
decided to get up on that duffle bag boy instro as well it's so easy for people to mention a gangs name in a line but they dont even represent a certain fuckin' side sure they was raised up wittem, but never turned out look at me i got flipped in and im a motherfuckin burnout ill split you like a blunt, you get all cut up then ima smoke you like what i split please dont be a-hatin, bitch dont it please you that im evil, and stay reppin Satan Side sure I used to call it A-street, up until the name died with an old persona and if anyone steps through my door that boys a goner even tho i dont pack much heat, i got somethin' to defend me from the streets cuz *****s out churr, they all just wanna eat some beef that im servin, drunkin speech, now im swervin on the highway, make it my way, cuz i dont get high pay so i gotta hustle a little somethin' somethin' to make my day straight, eh i know im kinda off tonight, but a fuck i give naw much and *****s still get offended, get they panties in a bunch like bananas, in groups they all scatter when i shoot because you may be hard but son you aint bulletproof hell, even 50 cent lies ***** was shot like 3 times what happened to the other six that equal the nine? not so much tonight, sorry
i fuck wiminz so hard i brake thems vertibrae, and leave em lying there on the bed, crippled in pain some ppl might think abuse like is quite insane, like i give two shits and a fuck what haters say. i live day to day like most cats live pay to pay, but thats my way, i dont have too much time left to play. thats all i got for you mofos for now
Internet kiddies buckin shots? now thats a mother fuckin joke You words must be lies or your just high like D-Lok Hide behind cloaks, false personality, on the net you are what you arent Claim your hardcore using words like *****, your white and act like you arent smart I'll play my part, expose your false and bring the facts Cuz the truth is, you internet emcees is all whack You don't hop in the cyphers, you can't freestyle of the top You take time to think but still sound small like pop rocks While I pop shots, my words are hollow points, I take aim Squeeze the trigger, watch the hammer explode and spark a flame Creativity is everlasting, so call me the circle You internet kids is more nerdy than family matters steve urkel You talk about the grime and violence that you see on t.v. I preach the images in my mind, silencing fake emcees So talk about something that you know much about You gay emcees, fish out the water, rainbow trout Talk about your pride parades and your homosexual raves Talk about suckin cock for drugs and sitting on the computer all day Ill hop on here and there to see if anythings fresh Not to my surprise, technique and I, flowin the best Don't stress just step your game up and rap what you see Rap about yourself, white suburban homosexual emcee Rap about playin sports, drivin, politics, what you see on the knews Don't put on the gangster mask once youve downed a few brews Be real, true to your self thats the most important thing If you don't have money, then don't rap about bling If you don't have royalty, then don't rap about kings If you can't fly, then don't rap about wings It's easy, rap about everything effecting you in life The true story, girls, family, just jump in the cyph Even if its just you, start flowin out loud Don't get down on yourself, lift your head above the clouds Shit, go ahead and rap about jesus or smokin the herb Pleasure or pain, if your poor, rap about sittin on the curb Sippin on some burb, I don't care, I'm just tired of hearin gangster When your on the internet sayin this shit, you sound hella wankster Be a prankster, rap about jokes you play on friends Rap about your life so far and all of the dead ends Talk about where youll be here in a couple of years 5, 10, 20, rap about driving and shifting gears Be original, rap something no one else has ever spit Don't keep coming with the same lines, loading bullets into clips Or killing mother fuckers or slanging drugs to make some cash Rap about your family history, your childhood, your past Who you would be in the next life or even in previous If your demonic and cynical then spit the devious But I'm bettin if you were a real killer, you wouldnt be on this site You would be out hunting down your next victim, avoiding light Creeping in all black, lurking in shadows, following slow Cocking back a stolin gat, emptying shells, even reload Dump another clip, just not giving a shit But the fact is your still here, your whole style is bit Fakes will be fakes and the real will be real Fakes get found in lakes, while the real kill for meals So take my advise and rap what you really stand for Shit, rap about graffiti describe to the core Give every detail, don't hold anything back Just stop rappin about gats and start movin the pack Be a leader not a follower, just be original Be yourself, your own identity, an individual
Nowadays everyone has gotta front when compared to OGs they just a little runt back in the day you could have your own way walk down the block and hear bullets spray what the fuck is the police gonna say? fuckit nah they'd rather duck it turn their head 'cause they care less whos dead but thats all done 'n said, in the past 'n most them OGs, nah they didn't last so why is it today people still like to say "i'mma catch you with my gat 'n watch them bullets spray" when everyone knows homies just frontin' 'cause you know homie will be runnin' -when they comin, with the real steal, the shit you can feel cause a word isn't tangible but much more manageable and easy to take back, but once you fire a gun, 'n hit someone then splat, ain't no take backsies 'cause you got trigger happy forensics nowaday will make sure that you pay for the ***** you just lay but in the end its okay, 'cause you lived up to your word 'n now you act like its fuckin' absurd, you took a homies life just to act trife 'n now your the one thats doin' 25 to life so if you ask me wheres my steel I'll tell you that I'm real and my fist is the only thing you'll feel, by the time I'm done with you, your gonna wish I had a gat, 'cause the scars I'm leavin' you will sure as hell last but if I can't be the victor in the victory then at least you'll see me walkin' around in the streets even if you take me, you still cannot break me tought like wood, but not invincible as long as I ain't hurt bad, I still got principle 'cause you mighta schooled me, and got a lil rep but I'll always get up, 'n get mad respect How was that?
Ay listen. ay listen. got bloodstains on my shirt cause ill spit until it hurts. blood pissin from my nose cause of vicious flows. turned into an alcoholic who listens to diabolics and trunk bumps like hydraulics. hit it and forget it,nothin more,grab that 40 and swig it. mind of ignorance,can you trick it? or can you dig it? flick my bic and your gonna shoot up in flames. your just a punk bitch who drops names. bitchin about how he doesnt have enough fame. Ill sniff out your fine feline like a cocaine k9. oops i gave you the wrong bag, now your blowin up fake lines. insisting your high,give it another try. Im in a mental war and done gone AWOL. yeah ill blow that eightball. usually nice,but truthfully i just hate yall. hey einstein your fuckin dumb. stick your face in that bag and dont stop until your numb. stay ripped,stay dipped,thats rule of thumb. takin everyday as it comes. woo i got a tummyache,search for a tums. triple stack buddah,stick it under my tounge. body goes numb,in need of a hug. fuck with me catch a lyrical slug. your beat down like the living room rug. grab that 40 and chug. find a fly cutie and im ready to smash it. bash it,mash it,slash it. have that bitch tight on the chain. we the shit and you just a poopstain. youll just fade away in a fatal day. so live it as you may. kick back,relax,chief on that j.
It might take a few readovers to get the flow. Hobbes shit was tight, if I might say I'd rather read his shit, than yours anyday hes like a 100 grand bar mixed in with the hershays not frontin, while every other bar is like "plz purchase meh" and for an mc, I'm wack and i know it im not so proud but ill show it cuz i know the production will close it at least when my beats hit your speaks they'll be original UNIQUE leaving you short of speech but within reach to think about how much you need to cleanup cuz your lifes on the brink dont let it wash away down the drain of your kitchen PIPES oh my I went in a different direction than you were seizing cuz im sporatic and change with the seasons cant direct me i'll drift in this oxygen ocean til im seasick I work slow, but think quick that's how I managed to insult you ---------------------------------- --------| without you realizing it ------------------------------------ --------| (yea these lines suck) give a fuck what you ponder as long as my resime doesn't include 1 hit wonder if you cant see whats wrong with rap right now you must be stevie wonder at least we got people workin to restore the name of hip hop like the 9th Wonder and i wonder how many times i can rhyme wonder with wonder well here's another I'm slightly super you can call me wonder.... ..woman.....oh shit. Well that's my stab at this freestyle ish.
As the beat booms from the boombox Dudes on the corners sellin' the rocks Hip Hop seems to have lost it's way New jacks sayin' Em is from back in the day They lost their way, 4 elements in Hip Hop You ain't gangsta just because you crip walk You got the b-boys and the backspin DJs And each emcee could rhyme for days The movement of Art and Graff 4 parts equals Hip Hop I can do the math Hip Hop, I'm choosing that path Rip up the mic, express my wrath Scratchin while the emcees rappin On the corner dudes is trappin' To the sounds of the boombox beat The b-boy tears it up, gets you outta your seat Burners adding colors to the dead brick walls Better than advertisements from the local strip malls Hip Hop is slowly on it's downfall, you can see the decay We gotta breathe life in it starting today ehh, off the dome.
The teacher,immortal speaker. the real mcee,up infront of class takin action. up here getting total satisfaction. this freestyle shit finally caught traction. beat on the bests chest. hear that? thats the voicebox thatll make your head rock. so what if i didnt grow up on the block. slangin rocks,havin mad bitches up on my jock. you need to realize its almost nine oclock. call me jack the rippa,the best. puttin whack mcees to rest. rip off your shirt exposing your breasts. reach into your chest. tearing you apart searching for the unfound heart. internal physco spittin raging cyclones. uneducated man fighting robotic clones. you cant spit like your missing chromosomes. enough of that im staying content. rockin the mic one hundred ten percent. little freestyle. legit?
written verse. i'm the type to fill clips and leave your body with holes men in black like will smith and tommy lee jones watchin you flow is like a fuckin comedy show if your rhymes are so hot, how come the audience froze fuck the crowd, i dont stop for applause i dont stop spittin until your bodies covered in gauze When you tried to diss me, i watched you struggle and fall i'm comin to brawl and leave your fuckin blood on the walls it's nothin at all...haters on my nutsack, fuck that Just refrain to speak my name from that hole below your mustache and plus, i clutch gats, trust i'll bust back I'll scorch your hair off and leave you bald like Kojak You'll be rockin a toe tag, and a brand new hairdo fuck with me? I'll leave you stiff like bamboo Yo, you're shit is wack, with your crappy gimick rap I'll make your lid collapse like I'm stacking fitted hats
i pull out my weiner and wiggle it around its much much meaner than any thug in your town tell you girl get on her knee and swallow it down so next time i see you, im calling you a clown i smoke that dro, so you know it aint brown thats the color of my hash, it dont make you frown uhh yeah..............hallaluja holla back
You wanna talk bout hardcore? Im somethin like a cannibalistic carnivore. Bitch your just a hip hop whore Quick to jump on the bandwagon You spit shit, i spit flames lika dragon so take yo rainbow shoes n that straight bill cap, and turn the fuck round cause you dont know the first thing bout rap You aint from the streets, never even seen a d block thats the hood of the hood son, where people pack K's nota glock You just think your hard cause you bump 2 pac Listen to hidden teknique, cause you need a history lesson Hip hop aint a phase man, its a lifestyle its a blessin So quit stressin and tryin ta front cause we can all tell it aint purp in that blunt you jus another internet kid tryin to act big cause real recognize real, and thats the real deal Theres a few of us on here that spit lyrical steel So get a feel, fo who you messin with before you drop lines Hidden, Nostra, Crook, unconcious yeah they know whats up dont go gainst them less you wanna get fucked up cause all you do is talk bout how your gunna buck this is the internet fool so shut the fuck up Show us you got some skills and quit the act Matter a fact, you should just turn round and retract and when you get a decent flow come back so you can spit back cause i dont wanna hear bout how hard you think you are or how big the blades are on your pretend car lil quicky, directed at no one in general
Yo it's time for a quick little history lesson Because the mainstream scene has me stressin' If you a fan of Hip Hop but jam to Lil' Srap Then shut your mouth and listen to this rap Cause, I'm a bring it back, you cop my shit like it's crack And when I speak, it's always the truth in fact You cop it from my trunk, and bump it in ya system Speakers' thumpin and of course everybody listen This shit rock for months up through all of your speakers In ya whip and when you walkin on foot in ya sneakers Blowin out of your headphones and into your ears I might be 17 but I'm far more advanced than my peers Emceeing, rapping, scratchin', and graffiti is my knowledge And I'll still school ya ass in Jeopardy like I graduated college You think you're a gangsta because you fuck with NWA When the only member you can name is well...uh Dr. Dre Shit, Em was illin' back in his day before fuckin with D R E And B I G would be ashamed if he saw some of the dudes on the M I C But i'm revivin' this thread, you whack emcees plan to flee Never dealt coke, Oxi's, or slanged that fuckin' tree Nah never been the type to act hard, I'm not a felon Had em on my record for a bit, but not for sellin' But now I'm getting sidetracked back to Hip Hop You dudes ain't hard either, rockin polos and flip flops I like dudes who spit with a real grimy feel like the main man L He spit rhymes so hot, the Devil's son, you'd think he's in hell But of course if you Hip Hop you could tell Instead you bumpin to In The Closet by R. Kell Ayo what the hell, then of course you have the legends From B.I.G., L, Gang Starr's various rhyme sessions Look when I rhyme I'm clear, you have no questions I'm seizing your computer among other various possessions So you can't come on here typing up something whack Then sayin' "A 2 minute freestyle, I'm a thug, I deal crack" Bitch, I don't care if you're Asian, Caucasian, Latino or Black If you're fucking whack you're whack and I wouldn't lie So that shit is real talk, it's fact....