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more freestyle from the most demented mind...

 

For my time being

I release what I am seeing

Through harmonious metaphors

That open heavy locked lead doors

for what imp worth im nothing to be

Nothing to see

I feel chains but im free

Inside is the shattered voice built upon atrophy

An interregnum of epiphany

I shine with the spite of failure

I twist all the words that you infer

Those in charge are quick to to enthrall the masses

Enforced thought through televisioned classes

But let me digress

And explain to you the state of this mess

I know you have seen the false fortified fried feelings

Of the young youth who follow any shadow of a truth

Quick to respond like cavalry

But quick to ignore the actuality of reality

You were at one time when you doused in grime

In public educational institutional actualities

You followed or fell into distributional casualties

But privated or publiced we have all been tricked

 

So Mr. president encarante cremate

And decide the free worlds fate

Know that some wont fall victim to what we can't emancipate

 

In the bohemian grove they cook the American public in their despotic stove

If you heard right its no use to put up any fight

But with this pen and my voice ill make things right

What spider's webs they weave aren't that tight

I proudly wear my blue collar

And those of you alike raise your hands and holler

The rich get richer the poor get lower

The intelligence of the public is getting slower

Try to police me my peeps or this state

And find your self knock, knocking on heavens gate

One must pay close attention

And see through all the tension

Im still alive and to all my final destinations Ill arrive

You cant knock the hustle or the lives that were living

We are strong enough to kill the opposition

To spite all powers among us is my mission

So through many types of crime I make a transition

So well rounded

So Step to this and get pounded

Im one-hundred percent bent on the artisitic forms of criminal intent

From beat dropping to record swapping

Poetry in motion from examples built on social corrosion

Grafitti cans sprayed while you sleep

What the powers sow we will reep

And that's the final word no matter what you heard

 

So once again incarnate cremate

Weave the webs of the free worlds fate

And go ahead cremate care

but your own soul you cant even bare

 

So Mr. president encarante cremate

And decide the free worlds fate

Know that some wont fall victim to what we can't emancipate

 

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there you go

have fun ripping this apart vultures

 

love you guys much, NOT!!!

ahahahaaa

01-04-2002 03:27 AM

 

 

 

 

 

now i know that you idiots think i suck but i have to say it for legal reasons

this shit is copyrighted 2001

 

dont even think about ouching it cause i got some mean cocaine addict lawyers

 

 

 

 

just like that im come back darker than blac

im whacker than a bust ass cracker from laffeyette

and you can bet

you metta recta teck

you see i spill words onto this stolen microphone ima whack mc who stands all alone

you beat jack so much you need that posse

cause you'll get shot for being flossy

and trying to act mob bossy

but your not

and you call it pot

you dont thin a whole lot

so on this subject you might reflect but i detect that in the end youll be a washed up reject

your name is cheap ass fake fried producer

beat abuser

closet crack user

ill hang you with your fake ice

video tape it then give you lice

you see i rime to kill time

that means your style aint worth beans

i eat sleep breathe and dream in hop hop

then i eat sleep an shit upon pop crop

while you eat sleep and shit a flop

you cant handle real music

whats real to you is a trick

turned for less than a tenth of a cent

oh im sorry being fake wasnt the original intent

no doubt youre just another sell out

so get up and GET OUT

my knowledge flows like a broken spout

dont get me wrong and dont get it twisted

for if you do expect to get fisted

directly to your face

like square solo baric base

I'll win this race

From now till eternity

This is the words of a dead em ceeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!

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Originally posted by 455

Gouged Out...hang in there...no reason to leave..Hey Boring! I'll give you a call this weekend..I think me and Gorbort are heading over there on Saturday or Sunday(one of the two)..either or...I'll try to get in touch..later bro.

 

You got the number so give me a call!! I'm available on Sunday night and Monday also!!:king:

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I piss on rappers like Iz the Wiz without even trying.......

busted bladders and dialysis got kiddie emcees crying......

There's no denying that I drool game and couldn't spit it..........

got so much funk you drown in it like Chappaquidick........

So just quit it

with all of your bullshit Marilyn stunts............

I'm white but this is gold just like your phoney fronts.........

My style stays kicking long distances like pro ball punts.......

from Washington to Texas you need to respect this........

'cause I touch down in Vegas to digress with my disses..........

and it never misses......... give me a moment with the Miss'

and you'll be leaving single! I guess that's just a lesson for what happens at the party when you mingle! So sing my jingle and just keep following along............ the 12 oz is my station and this thread is my song!!

 

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Hey Blinker homey let me tell you a thing or two.........

We've caught you in our camp like some Nazi's to a Jew..........

So I've decided to make it simple and just get rid of you..........

Incinerate you fool!

Ya get it dude?? No one wants you on this thread!

If you cross your eyes you'll see the red laser dot up on your head!

Just plain 'ol dead and that's the way the want it..........

You study humbly for the wordplay while we effortlessly flaunt it..........

I jot it down while I'm spitting a couple rounds..........

You could run with the mic and never score touchdowns............

or even runs on errors........ as in America's favorite pasttime!

You've spit it on this board for the motherfucking last time!

Did you read your last line?? "The words of a dead emceeeeee"??

Maybe you're psychic and knew we wouldn't be friendly..........

Quite possibly

after this you'll understand what I'm saying........

Teaser is hella loc'ed out and he ain't even playing!

So let's get to spraying as I call out to my soldiers..........

"Don't just throw rocks at this motherfucker!

My niggas throw boulders!"

 

 

Give it up Blinker! You're a fucking herb!

Boring "The Internet Kid Puncher"!!!!!!!

POWWWWW! THAT'S A RIGHT HOOK!!! :king:

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Re: WOOOOOOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

 

Originally posted by cmeup

boring you mutha fucking BASTARD YOU!!!!!!!!

 

straight killed it dog. omg, hahahahahah shit was bangin'

 

you should hit me up on aim sometime.... =ibteaser

 

good shit mang.

 

teaser

 

Hey there teaser............I'm not big on the aim tip but I talked to 455 about you........... Tell Gouged to come back! I was just playing with him ya know??:king:

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ahhhh...Blinky..you fucked up buddy...

 

you think you "dis the bitches"

but you're the bitch

that gets dissed quick

I'd love to battle you on the mic

but first I'd have to wipe off your lipstick

you aren't making me nervous

by kicking worthless premeditated verses

if you truly want to fuck with me

then lets take it to MP3 and see

who comes out the victor

whether I'm dusted off the liqour

or not

I've got you caught

in my sights

to bring the pain to your brain

like gunshot wounds with bloodstains

you can't begin to maintain

your composure

from the exposure of my poisionous rhymes

play your bitch ass like Cyndi Lauper

"time after time"

for sounding like a wiseguy by posting a retarded reply

on my thread

this ain't prewritten shit motherfucker

it's all off the top of the head

on Channel Zero....

from a lyrical Genius now

"Who's Your Rhymin' Hero?"..punk.

 

....another left!...ouch.

 

....Tease,BB,Cap,GO3i,milo,nails,CFunk,..keep it going..this kid will learn eventually.peace.

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yo niggas im still here. i dont know how you guys keep rhyming forever. i get into grooves and drouts where i can either rhyme or not-thats why my own freestyle session stopped a long time ago then came back. no one got me bent outta shape really, i just cant flow anymore right now. ill be back eventually.

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BLINK,BLINK,BLINK,

what did you think,

you could step into our world and try to overtake,

well take a step back and gaurd your sack cause I'm about to kick you into a whole new dimension,

Oh did i forget to mention this is NAILSONE the holy one,

I'm about to read you scripture and paint you a whole new picture, About our little freestyle session we got going on,

If you gonna step learn to protect yourself,

Because us kids hit lyrics stealth,

Bomb for self wealth,

You've done dealt the cards now learn how to play em and watch what your sayin,

Cause when it comes to spitten lyrics ain't none of us playin,

So instead of blinken, open your eyes its time to realize,

You got yourself in way to deep,

we'll leave you buried up to your neck in concrete,

so think before you speak,

Cause my tongues sharper than a knife,

Lyrics will hit you with a right.....knock you in the chest ,

Leave you gaspen for a breath,

don't look now kid you just saw death,

 

 

 

 

I LIKE REDHOOK YES I DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THEY SHOULD MAKE NAILS ALE!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Dont blink, cause every day is mine//

After I slit your wrists and throat//

You wont be able to see no sunshine//

Nor the light of day//

Cause as soon as you started posting//

Me, Boring, and 455 knew you were homo-gay//

The Bastard even schooled you like a jew//

Only his version was from a nazi's point of veiw//

Inwhich I repeated to make my small points//

Stabbed into you like accupucture with a ball point//

Pen, just as many wounds to share with all your kin//

Cause if they talk as much shit like "evryday"//

They gunna have shit thrown at them//

About as much as people say "hey"//

I still remember back like way//

You spit some shit that played you out to be a fool//

But it dont matter Ill Defeat you "Raw" like Afu//

Cause like Mr. T said "I pity the foo" thats goes against my aspect//

point o' view...

 

 

Once again..I try and put words together...to make this "rhyme" thing...

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you can't blink now bitch-your eyes wide shut

we play 18 hole courses - you still playin put-put

mickymouse muthafucka talkin bout copywrite & lawyer coke addicts

we sell them there shit and blast you with special lyrical tactics

this session on ch zero is ours you best stick to gymnastics

pussy ass bitch talkin bout beat droppin and record swappin

suprised you didn't say you invented breakdancin and body poppin

its my pleasure to destroy you circle style- counterclockin

from nails to milo to cap to boring to 455 to tease

results leave you deteriating like the aids disease

all your talent is equal to a pile of fesis

try and get all deep and sound like ya real

you been workin on that piece forever-we all know the deal

still sucks a fat dick-don't come on here no more-this thread is for solid real peeps that rock mics & steel

this is no joke unlike your blackbook

bring ya shit on- we'll just leave you shook

you try & rock a mic would be like captain hook

impossible is what it is...once again you just got took

sucka....

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from Coffeehouse Funkstars to Country Folk

we robbin Blink_evryda and leavin him broke

dont try to be discreet with my long rap sheet

confront you in the street and pull out the heat

bust one up in the sky and four at ya feet

ima lyrical hustla - only slangin defete

cause this shit aint no game - aint no sunday picnic

from the land of ludacris and the funky freaknic

nicki's - pony - cheetah - man, take ya pick

your lawyers deal in grams, we deal wit brick

pop holes in ya head, put you on ya way to heaven

you used to blink everyday now you blink 1-8-seven

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So what's the deal Blink? Have you caught on yet?

One hundred dollars was the gamble and I made my bet.........

That you wouldn't be around after 2 days tops.........

we jump in and out the cypher but this shit don't stop.......

So flip your switches and drop your top..........

Fake thug gangster you ain't get no props.........

We're real writers in here...........

Not some fake sharpie queers.......

Crush your whole fucking city while you wish for reindeers

and Santa in tow with gifts for bitches like you.......

You better close your eyes tight

and hope there's no stitches for you.......

Can't be sorry for dissing you straight to the curb........

I can see you're hella hungry.....

and this waiter's about to serve...........

the full course meal with appetizer and all........

We start of this fine dinner with you licking my balls...........

'cause that's how I feel...........

and that's all that you deserve..........

Ever since you spoke your verse been grating on my nerves.......

We're hella perv's................

Lesbian Porn Junkies United

So I think you're on the wrong board

Sorry but you ain't invited!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm just delighted to tell you that you're a fucking REJECT

and don't spit another rhyme hoping for respect.........

'cause you ain't get none..........

You're a dead "Outsida" like that nigga Slang Ton!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

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What?? Kids get punched online by Boring "The Internet Kid Puncher" Bastard!

Read this whole fucking thread and you'll be hit so many fucking times you won't need to blink 'cause you'll be fucking blind, deaf, and dumb!!

Rope a dope style!!! You're looking hella weak for this being the 3rd round little boy!! The canvas is coming to a grill near you!! POWWW!!! :king:

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i'm shillin bro- yous rippin it man!! holla- aim -- thacuts

 

Originally posted by Boring Bastard

How's my nigga Cap doing?? Drop something on Blinker would you? Blinker gets no love from us.................

Geeky ass herb!!

Boring "The Internet Kid Puncher"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11:king:

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damn i dont come on for one weekend, and yall be blowin it up

i see blink evryda got ten feet in his butt

that kid got skills u should be nice to him

u dont know where hes from or where hes been

he seems pretty good from what i have read

ok im frontin

he told me if i said that

then hed give me head

i said it blink, now fulfill your end of the bargain

u dont come through then ima come chargin

instead of ten feet theres gonna be eleven up yo ass

u should really wash,

your crack so fertilized your growin tomatos and grass

better hope blink, that i dont fall in

i know your ass gotta be loose from your buttfuckin boyfriend

yo rhyme was the begining of your end

you shoulda have stopped and thought what am i doin

blink pretending on 12oz but theres nobody hes foolin

youve come to teach but were doin the schoolin

i rhyme all nite, write on paper that white

while your at home gettin your ass wiped

since your first message youve been comin like a toy

your ass been served mulitiple times hope u enjoyed

you came on like gi joe with the mic a flare

u ended comin like barbie in a wheelchair

your style gotta handicap of infinite times three

u need wheels for the pads to get around faster on your knees

so u can suck all these real emcees

i got first who the fuck got next

when he sucks me off it gets his mom wet

but i dont want her pussy or some head

get her in the butt with no lube instead

her ass is bleeding quick blink stop the blood

no no no i didnt say make love

i cant believe u just fucked your moms

thats afflicted as your weak ass bombs

kid you u got problems your head aint right

sure u can spell but who said u could write?

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back for round two...

aint taken sides or joinin a crew

just backin the real, which is only a few

you a lil chicklet, we big league chew

cause your shit wont last and it got no flavor

put rhymin in ya past, do us all a favor

we aint your boys or even your neighbor

now you a chewed chicklet, ima lyrical lifesaver

with multiple flavors and plenty of styles

rhyme upon rhyme up in my mental files

unlimited flow like car rental miles

key bump ya blow, we do ours in piles

claimin thug or some kinda bling blinga

man you harmless, like bees without a stinga

with ya queer steez you should be a drag show singa

step up on the stage and still get two middle fingahttp://community.theunderdogs.org/smiley/angry/2up.gif'>

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what now its 2002

still spittin deadly combos like kung fu mixed w/ jujitsu

ride around whilin' out loungin back listening to souls of mischief..i know how you do

seat all the way up on the wheel like your in drivers school-drive w/ ya hands at 10 & 2

clown ass busta i'll rip ya like big L did from 139/lennex

have you cryin and wyping tears away w/ a kleenex

battle you on the mic or on the 1200 tecs

i flex like popeye like the diggidy das efx

i'm one of the "boyz n the hood" and go by Furious Styles

thats self explanatory and my flow goes on&on for miles

me & cru are razor sharp like teeth in crocodiles

can't keep up w/ our files b/c we drop infinite stockpiles

everything ya brain attempts is wack especially freestyles off the dome

you prolly slick back ya hair w/ a steletto switchblade comb

still wear parachute pants cuz ya caught up in the early eighties

fucked all ya cousins and now have deformed 3 legged babies

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shit I told myself I was'nt gonna spit again

then Blink steps in and I think I'm fenna win again

belly full of whack MC like I ate din at Benigin's

your rhymes are dope? yeah maybe if you were ten again

then again maybe not..see all these cats on here don't NEED a thesaurus to rock

tryin to sound all inteligent but ya not

all that shit is irrelivent and now you got

us all on the same team puttin cracks up in ya spine

cause now we a "Band Of Brothers" and you "Behind Enemy Lines"

son we pound ya shit like "ALI"

you KNOW you don't fuck with the capital C Foundation

your munipilation of words requires NO imagination

we fadin..in and out like mutha fuckin Ring Wraiths

stick and move..till you feel humiliation

sucka you NEVA even seen beats and breaks like our grooves

call it the SauceLounge ask ya girl she know the haps

AveisOne, SauceDollars and mutha fuckin ThickStacks

we got you all turned around like switchbacks

leavin ya teeth all in peices like you chewin on some Tic-Tacs

 

candy ass bitch..

 

daps to...Cap Peeler,Gutter Steez, Boring, Nails, CME, 455, Milo..list goes on...keep the heat on em

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awe shit....Peela

I feel ya

no matter where your place of residence

we reppin' this

site

shinin' bright

sheddin' light like Thomas Edison

bringin' life to back to hip-hop

in the form of this lyrical medicine

it's funny how new jacks get on the board

and we start testin' 'em

not knowin' when we start flowin'

like a river we stand and deliver

the news to crews like the Los Angeles Times

I'm sure we all been caught up in scandalous crimes

cats not sure if they can handle the rhymes

we display everyday

on the internetwork

if our shit was recorded over beats

it would make your neck jerk

from side to side

when the instrumental and the lyrics collide

shit starts to get drastic

see right through fake Mc's because they are transparent

like plastic

droppin' classics'

like Nas

when he dropped Illmatic

shots

to the dome and received 5 mic

rophones in The Source

of course we're a force

to be reckoned with when wreckin' shit

we beckon kids

to walk this way

and then break 'em down like decay

on thier tooth enamel

then start eating 'em up like The Hannibal

Cannibal Ox.....

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