TOY Posted July 2, 2001 Share Posted July 2, 2001 i was just thinking, after the "lets write a song'" thread, we should come up with a freestyle thread. so put your lyrics down. like ten lines or something. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clay-Burner Posted July 2, 2001 Share Posted July 2, 2001 Front on This......to much Mr. Lif....i'll smoke a spliff while I Miff you with my paint that ain't made of oil lets turn up the heat and bring it to a boil...as I reap the spoils of war i began to seek a new realm to explore [This message has been edited by Clay-Burner (edited 07-01-2001).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pukey1 Posted July 2, 2001 Share Posted July 2, 2001 ...uh uh uh nigger what yo dude homie funky cat blowing negro bitch in the 'hood... i am so iced i can make you cold what what what wat... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
curious george Posted July 2, 2001 Share Posted July 2, 2001 Originally posted by pukey1: ...uh uh uh nigger what yo dude homie funky cat blowing negro bitch in the 'hood... i am so iced i can make you cold what what what wat... you're fuckin stupid. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dsel.ufd Posted July 2, 2001 Share Posted July 2, 2001 Damn i hate when people who dont like hiphop always gotta do there lil rap,that dont sound anything like hiphop. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
theFUME Posted July 2, 2001 Share Posted July 2, 2001 Originally posted by pukey1: ...uh uh uh nigger ..... cat blowing negro ... please erase those words from your vocabulary ------------------ "So analyze me surprise me but cant magmatize me" -nas Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TOY Posted July 2, 2001 Author Share Posted July 2, 2001 Originally posted by pukey1: ...uh uh uh nigger what yo dude homie funky cat blowing negro bitch in the 'hood... i am so iced i can make you cold what what what wat... ill fuckin slap you/with a hand full of gravel/thatll cut open your face and your adam's apple/ leave a hole big enough for a truck to pass through/fill it full of gas/so when i light your ass up/youll blast up/into outer space/without a trace/got anything else to say about our race?/how bout your sorry/you get blown up like asteriods on atari/hunt you down like a safari/pukey1/you should be one/to talk/leave your body outlined in chaulk/ your fucking, i cant say anymore. watch your fucking mouth. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DoSeR Posted July 2, 2001 Share Posted July 2, 2001 im derived from the archive cause the addiction// im the branded handed conection contortionist// you a newborne in this game im the abortionist// my shit rocks alliteration step to me expect no compensation// only competition cause i be the illest by definetion// define rhymes with lines unique, critique minds and blast teenie boopers "N SYNC"- Uniform an entire world, clone emcees, images of me, appear ta be obsurd- raping beats like spiders do sluts eatin eatin they way n curds- Muffet, gettin slammed up tuffets, doggy raw, knock down a door, declare uniting styles once more..... put the sock in your mouth and the tek to your breast the hollows will leave a hole in ya vest just like the rest i keep a ounce in the headrest cant step cause your the unblessed leave you with a case of cardiac arrest and my words in your cranial nest ill put your rhymes to the test is a lyrical contest youll need a miracle to have any chance of conquest when i spill its real shells hit the ground when i peel the mind is a thing not to be wasted only new things to reveal sit down to eat likes the last meal jesus cant save you now this time im for real no need to appeal its to late for that my message was sent in the form of the steel! im emcee-strufa (strew fa) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kr430n5_666 Posted July 2, 2001 Share Posted July 2, 2001 yo im tired... fuck ------------------ $$$666MAKROS666$$$ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest professor poopatronic Posted July 2, 2001 Share Posted July 2, 2001 just like, right now.... you know what i'm sayin'? so think about that shit. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*ZEMONEDOE$ Posted July 2, 2001 Share Posted July 2, 2001 sittin in the back of the range rovey,kissin the end of stogies,rolled up the size of hogies.you know me. wack niggas bout to get aired out.while i clear this room out. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harpo Marx Posted July 2, 2001 Share Posted July 2, 2001 All you fools Are being tools And the next kid drools While you make Transcend A graffiti trend And this one deserves an end Because it makes me laugh Because transcend has the dopest graf. (this freestyle is directed towards no one in particular, it's just dedicated to Seeking Innocence for trying to not make it a trend) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MOOGLE? Posted July 2, 2001 Share Posted July 2, 2001 RUBBER DUCKY YOUR THE ONE..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest MR. Slugworth Posted July 3, 2001 Share Posted July 3, 2001 im gonna use that one!1! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JimmyHofa Posted July 3, 2001 Share Posted July 3, 2001 i think that you should stick to graffiti. all of you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest drewWrite Posted July 3, 2001 Share Posted July 3, 2001 Originally posted by JimmyHofa: i think that you should stick to graffiti. all of you. umm , some are just as bad at graff Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CATS Posted July 3, 2001 Share Posted July 3, 2001 My life became more sickening, then murder at the christining, I set the pace to the game, come stepping but still leave in shame, aint even got the finger to point blame, now you want back but you need to train. To those claiming number one, Ill leave you looking dumb, your style isnt worth the thumb I'll be boning till she come, Um yeah ------------------ One day I hope they make an action figure out of me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kran1 Posted July 4, 2001 Share Posted July 4, 2001 Yo man I'm sick// Lyrically i be spitting out the dopest shit// Thrown down the illest rhymes at any time// You better run like hell when i start to rhyme// I burn those who oppose and dumb ass hoes// I'm rockin out with the dopest clothes// For those who don't know// I got mad flow// Holding down for KTC// You listen to me// You biters better run// My words cut down cats like guns// Hip hop is where i came from// If you got beef with me, well then eat my cum// Then my words blast straight through your ear drums// Repping for the midwest// man my shit ain't the best// But still i'm showing contest// Man you should give me some respect// 13, rhyming for 6 weeks// And i ain't that weak// Consume enormous amounts of caffeine// Give me the energy i need to make your mind bleed// Now I'm all through// Respect to all my crew// And all those who are true// Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TOY Posted July 4, 2001 Author Share Posted July 4, 2001 damn i got no rhymes tonight... just sittin here/spittin ill/ lyrics eventhough you cant hear it/you all would fear it/only scientists in biohazard suits could feel it/it took some engineerin/ to get this story going the right way/told by the kid with the cub hat turned sideways/so bugged out you need lyce spray/nappy headed nigga from vegas/it takes a lot to say this/ but im a sucka mc/whos rhyme bank is empty/ eveyone else can rap cept me/ sloppy rhyme pattern but oh well. i need a new hobby. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CoffeehouseFunkstar Posted July 4, 2001 Share Posted July 4, 2001 it is I the Aveis my reign has begun- droppin color schemes and frames mad names recognize this explosion of bright light just like the sun- shine on- damp concrete and lives who survive on bare minimal- letter forms derived from unconscious subliminal- sinical comments breed misunderstanding of this art form- I scorn- those who close their eyes to these artists they call vandals- mind can't comprehend nor handle- can control consisting of fades and lines cut like razor blades- must panhandle praise from guests and coworkers- some who do remember and put 2 and 2 together and speak "how clever letters twist and turn and why you call them burners?"- time continues and teachers turn to learners- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CoffeehouseFunkstar Posted July 4, 2001 Share Posted July 4, 2001 pass the mic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boring Bastard Posted July 4, 2001 Share Posted July 4, 2001 Now that I got the mic I slam like tykes on huffy freestyle bikes getting run over mobbin through busy intersections plus I'm stabbin these porn style sluts with the massive erection, mid sections get beat up leaving your girl upset with you bitching about leaving the toilet seat up, it's a damn shame the way she's saying my name, had a foursome with Destiny's Child you know the game, wreck trains for fame and don't even touch the mic, I spit countless words into the infinite night, then return like boomerangs to straight up rob you knights, act chivalrous in the cypher, fuck with a lifer, end up getting beaten,battered and bruised, kinda trife huh?? Respect to the Aveiser..... ASICK ONEDER Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peyem504 Posted July 4, 2001 Share Posted July 4, 2001 Tease...con2...where yall at??...lemme get some more swamp frog in my system and ill come on and bust some shit Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CoffeehouseFunkstar Posted July 5, 2001 Share Posted July 5, 2001 spect taken but much more givin out hella deisel like Debo,steady slappin suckas in they mouth mad slick like a PT cruiser crazy bruiser like a heavyweight prizefighter I be stealin stage from limelighters causin rage in crimefighters no sucka jockrider can knock me out the batters box I'm standin in mad thick like yo short stuff don't get mad ya baby brother gots hella curly hair and yo he's Southpawin ballin' ya ol bird and now he's callin me Dad? Asic sick puppy.. love.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyber Optx Posted July 5, 2001 Share Posted July 5, 2001 doobie doobie doobie blah...... man i'm fucked up! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
uglyfe Posted July 5, 2001 Share Posted July 5, 2001 in the battle of good better best/ i'm the maggot feeding of the dead bird at the bottom of the nest/ i'm 3 steps behind/ i'm too kind/ i need to be thug/ so i can brag about " my iced out mug"/ my wonderful clothes/ all my ho's/ but nope, that's not me/ i'm a sucka and that's all i'll EVER be. nerd one DROP bows on em. [This message has been edited by uglyfe (edited 07-04-2001).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peyem504 Posted July 5, 2001 Share Posted July 5, 2001 i limp when i walk and swerve when i drive//i spit when i talk and fail when i try//i flow when im drunk and i skate when im stoned//im always in debt cuz im down for a loan//i think when i drink the sink likes to shrink//stumble to the bathroom with my head out of sync//video tape it and send out the link//goddamn ya..i got puke on your camera word Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DoSeR Posted July 5, 2001 Share Posted July 5, 2001 i like to freestyle Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peyem504 Posted July 5, 2001 Share Posted July 5, 2001 everybody sing!! Send ya momma straight up to the sto//tell that bitch to bring home a faygo word Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gnes 37 Posted July 5, 2001 Share Posted July 5, 2001 here i am rhymiing wackness on 12 oz prophet, wacker than you can get dont fret, cuz its in channel zero non graff related, thread of the hated speak your mind, ill fated or just in a bind, beef is for dinner its to dine, the thread for the dead cuz they creep real late, get your black nikes cuz its a cult like heaven's gate, drink your cool aid meet your fate, catch your ride on the spaceship to the land of pleasure, where gods and goddesses roam and a bountifull of treasure, fuck it im done and rhyming is not so fun. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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