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FREESTYLE SESSION (PART TWO)

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It's early in the morning...so I decided to make another thread for this--since the old one is just about dead...on it's last page.

 

 

 

ummmmm...let's see how to start this...ummmmm.....

 

Enter the state of confusion/

where evolution is the solution/

to the/

winds of change/

just another rover on the range/

no stranger to anger/

time captured/

I hear the laughter to the fact of the matter/

the rapture/

is coming signaling the beginning of the end/

with every stroke of a pen I transcend/

from the heavens/

first/

since my day of birth I've lived life for what it's worth/

during my stay on this planet we call "Earth"/

it hurts/

my eyes to look around and see societys' demise/

all these corparate lies/

it's time to realize peoples' perceptions are getting bitter/

cold as winter/

comments getting under your skin like a splinter/

as the woods' get thicker/

traveling down a path destination unknown/

guardian angels' with their wings tangled/

and mangled/

you have to look at every angle/

mental evaluations/

to solve the equations of these situations/

you're facin' daily/

it's important to understand your roots/

like Alex Haley/

maybe the gods must be crazy/

it time to make moves boy/

or is it the fact that I'm too lazy?/

reclinin' when I'm rhymin'/

thoughts' compilin' in present tense/

SEEKING INNOCENCE/

to the ignorance/

of gents' who might bite this/

take a few minutes to recite this/

to yourself/

my aim is to uplift with a gift/

like Christmas so I can make my "presents" felt/

I was dealt/

a hand of cards but did'nt play 'em right/

going through mood swings/

always makes me feel uptight/

what I write tonight sheds insight/

to this chapter in my life/

and the direction that it's headed/

I've never regretted/

anything I've done except stealing/

turn on Marvin Gaye/

for "sexual healing"

because it's appealing/

to my ear lobes/

so much stress on my brain/

feels like it's going to explode/

my new driver's license is now equipped with a bar code/

oh well/

I guess i'm just another number trying to wonder/

what's gonna become of all of this/

it does'nt really matter if I get dissed/

or not/

my intent was'nt to blow up the spot/

IROC like camaros'/

so don't try to flatter me/

my rhyme is everlastin' an Energizer battery/

no reason to get mad see../

'cuz I'll still outlast ya/

peace to CMEUP,DirtyHabit,nails and the Boring Bastard....

 

 

I'm way to tired for this shit right now...so go ahead...post away.....

 

---seeking..i just used your name in this to make it authentic...

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Guest GorbortOrman

you all could get on yahoo voice chat for some real freestyling...

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Guest RaiD

explode on tha wallz/

with tha fats and tallz/

i defy all tha lawz/

but its all for a cause/

our lines got no flaws/

in the writers clause/

we speak with slang/

like we in a gang/

our culture sprang/

now hiphops the stang/

--------------------------

haha what?

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I know what you're saying bro.....

Sometimes I feel lost with no where to go but downwards

The hustle drowns out words...

Take a step backwards to slow the role

'cause I'm feeling like a prisoner on parole

Lost in my brain like it's a fucking hole of paranoia

Ya never know where life's gonna take ya

One day it takes ya to the top then the next it trys to break ya

It's gonna make ya kill yourself

and give away all your wealth

What you've been "dealt" is the same way I've always felt

in the past

Kinda confused and lost bound end up last in the race

Last is kinda my place!

I'm actually way ahead of the pace but still feeling kind of jumbled

bound to make a gain no matter how many times I've fumbled the ball

"I'm sorry yall!"

Maybe the "flunkee" should be my title

tired of being the loud mouth bastard like Billy Idol

Never suicidal...just feeling kinda like the Rainman

but Tom Cruise ain't my brother and I'm not Dustin Hoffman

It could probably be much worse..

Maybe "Dementia" would kick in and I just keep repeating this verse

time and time again

the same fucking rhyme again..

"You're not my friend!"

Just a name on a message board of which I don't know the moderators..

I'm always contributing and want to own but I'm just a player

in the game with my role staying the same and a rat on a running wheel

couldn't be more insane....

I should refrain since this all nonsensicle babble

Can't control my limbs got me feeling like pieces in a game of scrabble

so I'll never dabble in the things I know I should

I feel like a druid because I'm just hanging around my hood

Same shit

different day

Try to tell me "It's all good!"

I know it's not and my life revolves around this habit.....

work work work work

constantly I gotta have it....

can't get enough, two jobs got me feeling flush

I can't breath anymore and my muscles turn to mush

No more relax

'cause you know I gotta work

When I've got time to relax I always seem to be a jerk....

and no one likes me...

This doesn't surprise me! I just keep working in my circle..

Go to sleep and wake up

Eat from the same plate and drink from the same cup

I gotta go....I'm in a hurry!!! 'Cause right now I need to grow up!!!!

 

 

 

I really should take some more time out of my life to slow down....

but I'm always on the go!! That was weird though....

after talking to Mr. 455 on the phone I just figured I'd type some life type stuff and not even focus on trying to be "MC guy" ya know??

Put some real rhymes up other than my pussy shit okay guys???

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my name is zack morris

I rock the mic while reading a thesaurus

 

 

one, two, what'cha gonna do?

here I come with rhymes iller than the flu.

 

I ain't got shit.

:P

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Guest -sudz-

not so free styled and it doesn't rhyme

 

he always wanted

that which

he could not

afford

 

he stealthily

took it from it's spot

ran for the door

didn't make it

 

in the dank cell

with his supplies

comb and wax paper

he made his

ghetto kazoo

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Guest 455

the post above me

 

Hey man, it's cool....just speak your mind...it's does'nt have to rhyme...whoops.

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You cats are common like Micheal Jackson, grabbin his balls squeelin/

Verbally examine rhymes, intestines cover my ceiling/

They say "dont diss me when you rhyme, Im just a toy, didnt mean to hurt you!"/

Why the fuck you kids paintin, was'nt 8pm ya curfew?/

First you, need to form ya bars, work on ya wordplay/

You as disgustin as fat bitches gobblin cake down at my birthday/

The worst way, to catch my attention is just to mention/

That my rhymes wack, my minds tracked like cars suspensions/

Cruel intentions, when I hit the keys, typin ill philosophies/

Im the Castro of this site bitch, my rules become democracies/

I stop to breath "Fhewwwwww", my lungs'll fail from lack of Oxygen/

You phoney rappaz screamin like "Yo, somebody stop him!" When?/

I lace the boards, wit forms of double edged swords, that slice you faggots vocal chords/

Replace you hip hop hopeful whores, who smoke in stores/

While roastin smores, my nose cant even take this coke no more/

 

 

Ha ha, I was bored...... strictly off the top of my head..... anybody got MSN? Maybe we can have a true freestyle battle???

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It's kinda crazy to think about but yo son I'm pushin 30

seems not that long ago I was out playin Soldier and gettin dirty

throwin dirt clots like hand grenades

and beggin for electric trains

way before I found Burlington Northern and Railbox

remember tall socks with the double stripes?

throwin rocks when trouble strikes

stompin blocks late summer nights

shit was mad easy

that was when my dad was still alive

used to wake up to Voltron, Count Chocula and Gobots

now its hot coffee and "shit I'm late for work"

I wish I could pause time just like a stopwatch

I could strive for top notch of this company

but then I'd be a corperate jerk

it seems like nothin works

things change but stay the same just like a RERUN

but now GOOD TIMES dissapear involuntarily

and value is placed on monetary stability man it's killin me

sweatin in some refinery for WAY less than 30G's

and Damn I wish my pops was still alive

it's for perfection that I strive

but man I got so many questions

seems like I'm always second guessin my selections

the skills are there but it's the confidence I lack

and for every inch I'm climbin closer, I'm slidin back a HUNDRED yards

"Idleness is the Devil's work" and DAMN I'm stuck in park

Man where'd all my dreams go?

NOTHIN'S goin how it was planned

whatever happened to wristbands and reciever's gloves

and runnin pass routes till my feet bled

that was dedication unconditional

BUT IT DOES'NT HAVE TO BE THE PAST BRO

I got's to jump off my ass throw it in gear and STOMP the gas bro

and pass this intersection full of stoplights

I guess I need intersession from both sides

Ambitious AND stationary

am I a pawn or a revolutionary?

START THE MOVEMENT

and Damn I wish my pops had never died

 

 

this is dedicated to "The Barber" (my father)

for all his love and encouragement that I have not grasped onto this past year..thank you Dad.. I love you and STILL remember the things you have taught me...help me be a better man..

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Originally posted by CoffeehouseFunkstar

It's kinda crazy to think about but yo son I'm pushin 30

seems not that long ago I was out playin Soldier and gettin dirty

throwin dirt clots like hand grenades

and beggin for electric trains

way before I found Burlington Northern and Railbox

remember tall socks with the double stripes?

throwin rocks when trouble strikes

stompin blocks late summer nights

shit was mad easy

that was when my dad was still alive

used to wake up to Voltron, Count Chocula and Gobots

now its hot coffee and "shit I'm late for work"

I wish I could pause time just like a stopwatch

I could strive for top notch of this company

but then I'd be a corperate jerk

it seems like nothin works

things change but stay the same just like a RERUN

but now GOOD TIMES dissapear involuntarily

and value is placed on monetary stability man it's killin me

sweatin in some refinery for WAY less than 30G's

and Damn I wish my pops was still alive

it's for perfection that I strive

but man I got so many questions

seems like I'm always second guessin my selections

the skills are there but it's the confidence I lack

and for every inch I'm climbin closer, I'm slidin back a HUNDRED yards

"Idleness is the Devil's work" and DAMN I'm stuck in park

Man where'd all my dreams go?

NOTHIN'S goin how it was planned

whatever happened to wristbands and reciever's gloves

and runnin pass routes till my feet bled

that was dedication unconditional

BUT IT DOES'NT HAVE TO BE THE PAST BRO

I got's to jump off my ass throw it in gear and STOMP the gas bro

and pass this intersection full of stoplights

I guess I need intersession from both sides

Ambitious AND stationary

am I a pawn or a revolutionary?

START THE MOVEMENT

and Damn I wish my pops had never died

 

 

this is dedicated to "The Barber" (my father)

for all his love and encouragement that I have not grasped onto this past year..thank you Dad.. I love you and STILL remember the things you have taught me...help me be a better man..

 

 

I knew you'd come through........... that's my motherfucking man!!!

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Guest 455

Hell yeah.....keep it going...BUMP...I am a bit to wasted to even type right now.....fuck.......I'll be back with some more a little while...Jesus...I'm hella fucked up right now....sorry for jabberin'...hey, CMEUP...that was dope...peace to you...and everyone who posted so far..damn.....I need sleep.

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Hey yo coffeehouse remember this,

Back in the day when we would stay up late and watch the trains go by,

looken for three legged deers, talking about lifes fears,

Gettin drunk playing with electric fences,

Being lifted climbing tanker cars, and eatin ice cream sundaes,

feels like it was just the other day,

Chasen kids in parking lots,

Fights in the graveyard,

gettin pulled over while you was driving my car while i was messed up,

Arrested at punk rock concerts,

Rhyming in coffee houses,

that was before we had spouses,

Now I play golf on the weekends,

go camping with my wife and kid,

its all good but sometimes I remember when,

Those summer nights felt like they was never gonna end,

theres one thing for sure,

My sons gonna be taught do enjoy life while hes got it,

peace.

 

I miss your dad too kid ...............................................

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The Greatest is Amongst Us

 

I’m the one the bitches want the most.

Don’t mean to boast.

Got the dopest rhymes on the east coast.

I make my own shit and don’t sample.

All you students sit down and let the teacher show you an example.

I smoke trees.

I come around and ya feel a good breeze.

While all the honies be linin up to get on their knees.

I’ve been doin this shit since my abc’s.

Mothafucka 123’s.

Bitches try to rap but you can’t fuck with rhymes like these.

That’s why all yall wanna be like me.

I got the ill freestyle.

With the high profile.

Wanna be like me?

It’s gonna take a while.

I’m the reason why you breathin.

Now all yall want beefin.

You want a beatin?

While 5 0 is creepin.

Then ENOS was created.

See this rap game.

Well I made it.

Ya know why?

Cuz this rap game has just been introduced to the greatest.

You took ova.

Then I arrived with the new version of a No Limit Soldier.

Now I’m back with ill rhymes.

Neva soba.

Ill rizzleronics while I smoke chronic with that good aroma.

Just put 20’s on my new range rover.

I’m the greatest of all time, how many times have I told ya?

I’m neva leavin until I stop breathin.

Since I have the greatest rhyme.

Well I guess I’ll be here for a long time.

Why do ya keep steppin?

My words are weapons.

I’m so ill, I’m sorry we have ta be partin.

But If you try to battle rap and I’ll blow you away like Osama Bin Laden.

But for now here’s a dolla so you can go mow my lawn.

Ya no where near my level so until you can fuck with rhymes like these I’ll neva be gone.

I’m out.

Peace in the west and in the east.

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<--FREESTYLE 3-->

 

<----The Greatest Is Amongst Us---->

 

I’m the one the bitches want the most.

Don’t mean to boast.

Got the dopest rhymes on the east coast.

I make my own shit and don’t sample.

All you students sit down and let the teacher show you an example.

I smoke trees.

I come around and ya feel a good breeze.

While all the honies be linin up to get on their knees.

I’ve been doin this shit since my abc’s.

Mothafucka 123’s.

Bitches try to rap but you can’t fuck with rhymes like these.

That’s why all yall wanna be like me.

I got the ill freestyle.

With the high profile.

Wanna be like me?

It’s gonna take a while.

I’m the reason why you breathin.

Now all yall want beefin.

You want a beatin?

While 5 0 is creepin.

Then ENOS was created.

See this rap game.

Well I made it.

Ya know why?

Cuz this rap game has just been introduced to the greatest.

You took ova.

Then I arrived with the new version of a No Limit Soldier.

Now I’m back with ill rhymes.

Neva soba.

Ill rizzleronics while I smoke chronic with that good aroma.

Just put 20’s on my new range rover.

I’m the greatest of all time, how many times have I told ya?

I’m neva leavin until I stop breathin.

Since I have the greatest rhyme.

Well I guess I’ll be here for a long time.

Why do ya keep steppin?

My words are weapons.

I’m so ill, I’m sorry we have ta be partin.

But If you try to battle rap and I’ll blow you away like Osama Bin Laden.

But for now here’s a dolla so you can go mow my lawn.

Ya no where near my level so until you can fuck with rhymes like these I’ll neva be gone.

I’m out.

Peace in the west and in the east.

 

No one on these boards R any where near my rhymes...no competition...bitches.....

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I remember watching baseball games with my dad

BMX'ing and the movie "RAD"

I might not have had the things that the other kids had

But it was cool when it was just me and pops acting a fool

he used to drop me off and pick me up after school

Used to be ashamed that I wasn't on the bus

that must have been the first time I ever swore or cussed

and he was pissed

"Who taught you to talk like this?"

The other kids at school did so they were on his list

of people to avoid

Pops was always employed, kinda like a hustler

just watching out for his boy

See my fam

is a little different than yours!

Never had the money or the wealth

but always went on stationwagon tours

up and down the coast to Oregon and back

When I wasn't up to standards I always caught the flack

but I get it! Years later now of course!

My dad was kind of like the knight

but his volvo was his horse

What's this mean?? You know I really couldn't tell ya........

Just thought I'd share a little bit of that "back in the day" nostalgia

about what it was like when I was a kid

Pops was my best friend

I guess that why I did what I did!!!

 

 

:king: HOMAGE TO POPS ONE!!

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ive been out of it so i think im getting hungry for rhyming.

 

the third optical/ karate word choppin you/ rhymes take over making stampeding herds stopable/the verbs imma use/ bring fear to brahma bulls/and power bomb dropped a lotta mules/ spit thunder and lightning/ leaving suckas in a blunder and frightened/ok, this is not really me so let me get to the real killer shit.... slice people in half with rusty machetes/ guts fall out like someone dropped crusty spagetti/trust me im ready/for any wack ass challegers/ where im from im know as the half black strangler/ get choked, ass capped and mangled up/ use your intestines as a nuse and have you black ass danglin/some serial killer type shit just from rhyming/words throw upper cuts and bust ya eyelids / round house/ knock your whole mouth out/ traditional gouged out spits rounds out/leave your head split in the middle like a townhouse

 

i guess thats all i got. maybe im not that hungry for it.

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Im the one prophecised,

the words i spit are twice life size,

so when I speak you know its truth not lies,

I leave the crowd mesmerised,

and wondering why,

this shits so fly,

not even jets get this high,

i'm ecstatic,

with this crazy lyrical mathematic,

that pops like a faulty prophylactic,

and leaves you buzzing like static,

come automatic,

on the mic i'm autocratic,

and i flow like lymphatic...

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Guest 455

A good friend is hard to find by any means

but it seems situations get fucked up like Mic Jackson

deciding to Beat It rather than see Billie Jean

it does'nt really matter what scene

you're in

sometimes the pen is my only friend...

something I don't have to shake hands with to make amends

it depends on the time

whether or not my rhymes intertwine like vines

don't it

at the moment it seems I've lost my sobiety

with so much to do in this

suiciety

until death succumbs me

I'll throw blows and flow like

when your nose is runny

of the top of the head

and got game like gin-rummy

still catchin' wreck like crash test dummies

you can bring the drama..but you don't want it

suckers my styles' butter like Blue Bonnet

over toast speadin' beheadin' Mc's

with this thesis and leavin' em in pieces like Reese's

believe me...

 

 

sorry...I'm drunk again...damn,what else is new?...absolutely nothin'

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