down when I cry/ the bottle of jack/ drink till I die/ and thats a fact/ its more just no motivation than anything else/ fuck it im living now who needs good health/ I mise well just export my stomach to a pool of pain/ cause i know that im living life in a world of vain/ i just write to pass the time/ and sometimes I make up a good ryhme/ but until the end/this bottle is and will always be my friend

WHEN I DROP A FREESTY6LE I DROP REAL TIGHT SHIT/
THE LINES TAKE U AWAY FROM LIFE LIKE A HEROIN HIT/
BUT PLEASE BOYS AND GIRLS LEAVE THAT SHIT ALONE/
SICK OF SEEIN YOUTHS WALKIN ROUND LIKE CLONES/
I'M TRYIN TO SEND MY MESSAGE TO ALL U EMCEE'S/
I AINT PRECHIN OR SAYIN WOT THE WORLD NEEDS/
IM JUST RAPPIN AND SAYIN WE ALL NEED TO CHILL/
WHY DO TEENAGERS SEE THE NEED TO KILL/
IM TIRED TO DEATH OF SEEIN MORE DEATHS ON T.V./
WHY CANT WE JUST GET ALONG OR LET EACHOTHER BE/
INSTEAD OF GETTIN ALL BEEFED UP AND TURNIN VIOLENT/
COME ON RAP BATTLES FOR BEEF - THATS THE ROUTE I WENT/
I JUST SPERT THIS SHIT TO GET ISSUES OF MY CHEST/
BUT IM STILL SICK OF HAVING TO WEAR A BULLET PROOF VEST/
ITS LIKE A FUCKIN JUNGLE OUT THERE WHERE EVER I GO/
I SEE FUCKIN DRUNKS WITH A LITRE OF VODKA OR MO'/
I AINT GONNA GO THAT WAY I GOTTA STAY ASTRAY/
BUT TO DIVERT FROM THE MAINSTREAM - WHAT CAN I SAY/
WELL- LIKE 2PAC ITS JUST ME AGAINST THE WORLD/
BUT UNLIKE BIGGIE MO' MONEY MO' PROBLEMS IS FUCKIN OBSERD/
I'VE GOTTA DO WHAT I CAN TO MAKE MY DOLLARS/
BUT I GOTTA DO IT WITHOUT HURTIN ANY FELLAS/
I GOTTA DO IT LEGIT EXPAND MY KNOWLEDGE ON MY OWN/
NAS HAS SAIN "READ MORE LEAR MORE CHANGE THE GLOBE"/

aiiight...aiight

it's the cannibal thats understandable when it comes to gats
cause wearin a seatbelt the only time you got straps
Im like pac, rap and casanova, fuck this class-is-ova!
passin-over at the pass-over sitting beside jesus
Im a wide thesis of different varieties of new skills
leave yo u in a fucking lake intell your face is blue-still
blue pills, fuck the red..I ain't that one in the matrix
I stay, pray and lay-chicks, the renegade of spray-trix
potray flicks of godfathers, were a genocide of a race
got a fucking razor-blade to al pachino your face
cannabarz will bring a hammer, even if it's not a cricket
so lemme just stop, and rip-it noo..ya'll not like simmons
an no not russel, more like richard, fuckin fruity queers
Im fucking renegade, say hello to my little friend
embody bodies in-2 refridgerators, theirs no potential
all they'll hear is the scream, playin the beat of an instrumental!

i look in the mirror and stare at my reflexion/
and try to think why people judge my abilities based on my complexion/ they confusing/
and diluting making me lose my direction/
plus my cool and everything thats indestined/
and i only wanted a chance/
but half these rec. exect's wont even bother to glance/
i should quit sending demos / why even bother to stamp/

somebody explain to me this lifes reason/ i feel as if everyday im just breathin/ no purpose and no sense of progress/im on rb everyday and i just cant stop this/ im talking about all the no shows in my battles/ they never show up and it confuses my percption/who knows what they think and why they no show/cause im sure if they would show up they would beat me yo
oh well i guess i will keep trying/and definatley keep working on my lame ass ryhming

let me show u all a real freestyle...

u do mo'e no shows than P-I-M-P's wit no ho's...
see wat be tha actual set of missions in tha dark wit no glow...
a while to freestyle just to get it right...
n by that time... my mind is just out-a sight...
u take too long... prewritten...slitten...
otha's mouths as u bit'm... so listen...
i don't need wat u might think u understand...
u sleep wit ur hand... then move to a trans...
cause i got u not knowin nothing at all....
except wit wat u was born wit: how to drop tha ball...

dun dun dun dun...

ladi wat... gotti shot... hip hoppity... shock me not...
rock thee block wit beats that the police try to stop...
i don't need nobody else but tha greatest...
so i walk alone... killin n destroyin tha fakest...
stupid mother's losin they children to abuse...
pedophile's on tha loose... n that was u...
at first u were tha child that got pulled out-a school...
than u became a pedo too... cause u never knew...
that they go to jail wit no bail... days like a snail...
take forever to pass... like two trains on tha same rail...


{{should've continued but i gotta do otha things...}}

ey this da lil nigga notiq, stay brolic, smoke chronic, get involved wit..
de street shit, im de real deal, i will peel, like bananas, nigga da hammers is real ill..
i aim ta kill, slayin at will, savin ya still, cuz my words got tha power to tame an chill..
so wen i speak, freestyle at my speed, i calm down, listen to a beat while i eat..
all u cats is served up, u my feast, i deserva ta, be at peak, its absurd if ya think u can beat me..
easily i be on top like hov, cuz i cock an load, opposition can get popped wit precision, nigga my cock is swole..
tha biggest dick, to dig-in bitch, i swing it trick, get on ya knees, give a lick, dis kid is sickkk..
dat right im disease, shit im de measure of degree, u aim to be, but u aint me, i take pleasure in beein..
the next to take tha throne, fuck bow wow bitch, ima take ya home, im tha best, mufucka lets make it known..

I speak from the heart when I say I'm the best/
My bullets is like liquor how they burn in yo chest/
I got no time for wack niggas that wanna rap/
I pimp hard and hit harder than Warren Sapp/
It's easy to blow through wack rappers like I'm a breeze/
I cock back and serve niggas shells without the cheese/
Yo nickname is bread cause you go wit my toast man/
When the heat hit you, you meltin like Froasty the Snow Man/

forget nonsense...loud parents n u hear it when u wanna sleep...
but u too horny too... so u wanna sneak down n u wann peek...
but when they find out wat u did... they block tha p0rno channel...
and u whackin to nothing but LamberJacks wit axes and wearin flannels...
nature calls... it's not for u so just let it ring...
hate u all... Y? cause it be wackness that u bring...
don't try to spit slick... unless ur d!ck is shine coated finished...
or if ur mouth is where it all begun... around Lil Kim's Cl!t...
and that's just period... u know... wat u eatin...
around tha Malberry's wit lil kid's...ped0... only way u beatin...
so sit down don't stand... unless my man... u can...
get out ur wheelchair... stop actin like Superman...
or Batman... or Rap Man... stupid fat kids wit pimples...
like legally blond... except not cute... ur just simple...

freed...

aiiiight aiiight aiiight...


In the day of a gentlemen, who sets himself on the bench
he trys to settle-in, grabs two rusty tools and a wrench
His face was cursed with a grim, his mouth filled with a stench
it curled into a lop-side grin, fingers reached out in a ench
his heart fill of vegeance, his hands started to tension
as he rolled up his polyester sleeve, in another dimension
his heart started to bleed, after his fathers directions
To not get up and leave, that road of progress detentions
be he was smart, started to grieve at the animal before-him
cannibal mourning the structure of his understandable form..
an the human nature de-toring, his brain in it was storming
But he didn't ignore it, in the public his pray stood before-him
so The hannibal gored-him, no longer a gentleman visible
the crowd immediately shocked, the attempt was dispickable
Tools wore a sickining color of red drapes, as it was shown
an that's the freestyle of cannaborn when the shit is grown!

owned.

yo,

i know yall dun wanna hear this shit.. stop look n listen..bitch i insist... because behind ya pretty-boy eyes, i sure can see the bitch in you...like the matrix...definatley seein a glitch in you..pitch this ill script to you, read ova it and watch ya eyes widen and ya face turn powder blue.. a present from me to you..is this shit too complicated? then i'd suggest you read it agen, so herbs can get there paper and pen, scribble this free' down as fast as they can..they bite it, copy n paste it to another site and simply recite it..i think the first person to start this thread keeps talkin' bout dik, does he wan ride it?? he knows the truth.. so dun fight it..he may be good on the net...but a simple herb outside it..

PCe

souls captured/untill da lords rapture/dispose of souls like a demon/millions of girls pumped up wit my seemen/u dreamin if u thing u can even challenge da king/slugs huge send off a deafening ring/a shot to ur arms puts ur whole body in a sling/bring da best u got but u still gonna feel da curse/leave u bitchin like i just stole ur purse/as i spit merceless verses/poisonus cursive/as ur killed by dis murderous journalist/set ur soul for departcher/as i stay on point wit my rhymes like a skilled archer

this is the "sound of the gods" when i "houndin ya cause"
poudin ya goz, rip ya arms an giv' a "round of applause"
got them "annoucin the odds" of winnin aginst cannabarz
stand on mars" an deliver punchlines to "aliens"
intell ya "head" is wrapped up like n intercoursin "arabian"!
the interforce in my "gradients" is "beyond nature"
an I "beyond hate-ya" let a 9mm long "rape ya"
on CD rom natures" fuck ya girl an let her "thong' take ya
"im a lyrical demon" screamin 2 come out of this figure"
theres-no-pout in thi nigga' out of the water like a "trigger"

my gat fired so much it can't be touched/only by me a heat demon wit da fire clutch/i get much respect/as i rip out ur intestinez and rap dem around ur neck/my bullets will always connect/ur spinal cord affected/becomes infected/virus spores fly threw ur bloodstream/light bleams fly out ur head like tea kettle steam/i'm like a nightmare invading ur dreams/having u awake to sweatfilled screams

I put the mic down so the giant can sleep but now I have awaken
to shake these forsaken for taken me for dead.
They came up with a plot that’s six feet to put me in deep but the plot thickens
like a story by Dickens. brothers claiming lordship aint no easy pickens.
Man I was pursuing other things you thought I was quittin.
Forgetting that this is my gift my season has turn Rolex precise.
With the divine approval and the removal of strong holds that elbow the competition
so I can rebound and put it back down with the Victims (V ictems.O f.C ircumstance) but now I’m claiming victory.
Not as angry as I use to be. No more chips on my shoulder half cocked temper burning like hickory.
No more suisidal conflicts like DMX said I ain’t happy but I’m content.
to represent my savior, my behaviors indicative of given him the trust to right my story
no autobiography no I’m given him the glory.

'Change over'

I got to put it down
I got to trust him now.
A’int no compromise
Until his name flies
Above what you did are do think about me.
Many friends but some relationships where sloppy.
Barely new me but you thought I was cocky.
. Some wanted to put me out were you smiling or smirking
I was quick to draw the line if I wasn’t certain.
The game changed me for the worst
felt like disintegrating haters to dirt.
Cool on the outside but my mine was Sizzlin
burnt out and forgiven
I was trying to put this thing on the map bring up the V.O.C.
Much love for my click but we stop clicken when God got me.
I had to keep it real. No more pimp out verses putting enemies in hearses.
Constantly under these female skirts man.
Yall Forever be my brothas but it’s not my call.
Still gonna love ya while you Dirty Ball.
Prey you catch me if I fall I’m only human
and I crave the same sins as you man.
Trying to rebound from the evil we do man.
who can blame me for being Sizz the disire to rock the mic still burns within.

'farewell to the gsame'

i got the golden cup - walk up - drop ya and take ur silver spoon
phenes love me like needles - the next biggest since 'the Beatles'
ive been sonnin' so long - runnin - then gunnin' - im still big punnin'
dont compare me to u - cuz u aint shit- gettin hit wit a switch
i hate bitches (females) - pissen me off latly - its ight if u hate me
cuz u talk - get smacked wen i walk up - i flood ur block
unload the glock - pop - like a champane bottle
its over cuz - baby - ive entered full throtlle

niggas is scared, my dick leaves bitches impaired..
so dont bring ya girl roun me, ima dig up in there//
its big in compar-ison, shit my games bigger den marvin harrison..
i buck wit more colts, an 9 & 9s, den peytons number, i play wit thunder..
i blaze like summer, and wake up those engaged in slumber//
shit my shits ill, it will kill, niggas who dont got tha vaccine..
my raps is far stretched from yurs, it cant be seen//
follow the leaderr mufucka....

Do not post links to your battles in this forum. Consider yourself warned!
~Bounce~

" so don't look at me, I'll pop ya bones outta ya face"
shift ya outta' ya space, with a "keyboard disfigurment"
bigger than a double decker "shipment"..
drop bombs" than shift it to "Iraqian grounds"
packing-them-rounds" an "smacking-up-clowns"
asking-around" about Can-of-Barz, got a "can of sars"
stand on mars" plan the bars" in light-years!
an dismantle cars" wit' tight-gears "neva bite queers"
an "sandle stars" unda' my legs' step ova the moon"
im right-here!
niggas' wanna see how a tight a "fight here"
got randomless blades" with' hands of grenades"
branded with flames" 2 leave u "standin afraid"
in the "land of the hade" so "jam on ya brakes!"

lol...ohwel..

yo yall wanna hear some real shit???...peep dis


my guns, "cause a distracion", flawless reaction"/
da twelve-gauge sawed off will "applaud when-we-clappin"/
"disorderly action" causes me 2 "fire at will"/
"applyin da steal" requires da "desire 2 kill"/
"put nines in ya grill" immunity 2 "shankin ya kind"/
see you could lose thought but dat aint a "blank in ya mind"/
me n my niggaz move in "car loads"/
and if u tally up da count of da bodies it would look like a "bar code"/
da "gods flow" is "irrational", "cashflow" "gradual"/
my gats will blast like its "casual"/
"critical", every one of my niggaz will "spit at you"/
make sure u keep da talk 2 a "minimal"/(spit dis bar slow)
to "finish you", son i got bitches 2 "get rid of you"/
im one of da few niggaz dat talk it n "live it to"/

now whats realy good?!...G DOT NIGGA!...RENEGADE...GORILLA FAMILY...HOLLA AT ME!!!

Stop and freeze, stop and seize, and drop to knees
I'm rockin' spots to please, I drop emcees, but not with ease
Puttin' plots to thieves, who want recognition off ced's skill
I'm givin' rappers fatigue like fat people on treadmills
My head's ill, a male violently mental with visions
Cats are dead still, murdering with suspensful intentions
Leavin' beds filled, with carnage and bloody silhouettes
Sit back and watch Kinetik kill.......who's next?
Kill ya crew's best, this is comin' from an adolescent
Rippin' emcess with rhymes I'm madly blessed with
Never intimidated by MCs, eventhough I'm sadly tested
Domestically connected, I don't mind beef, I'll resist a truce kid
Words coming continously, comin' off like a loose wig
If you claim you can flow, put your lyrics to use then
You're not elevated enough, I think you need a boost kid
I'm too far for ya vision, it's unprobable to zoom it
I'm out of this world, you could'nt measure me with astronomical unit

Yo Im just chillin for sec check it wreckin a flow
Cuz U know all da hos wanna go down on a nigga
Switched? Fuckin Witched or Or Wizard This post
Cuz Dis Kid has got spasms Wit my Finga on the trigga
NO Im not a fuckin singa but Ill belt out bullets
Ill flip da wig of wigga words getcha burgundy mullets

dangerous to test/compared to the rest/ i mise well lay my head on your breasts/ a love unequall to an explosion/ i always put the motion in the ocean/ I have you screaming like its been an hour/but all i did is touch you with this flower/its been fifteen minutes and you already went twice/ here try this toy it ads a little spice/ oh my god you scream with passion/ ferris is my first name, my middle is satisfaction/ i hope your happy and its been fun/but i gotta go this is a hit and run

Give me the time and my flow will consume/
every (mine) in it (path) every (rhyme) in it's (grasp)/
cause aint no (competition) in (position)/
like (enzymes) against the (wrath) my (mission)/
like (AIDS )with no aid of (remmision)/
(Squirt) Three round (burst) that (sprays) when it's (spittin)/
like a (barrow) (hissin) blowin through your (apparel)
and have you bone (marrow) (missin)/

I knock marks off when they (say) it's (own)
I (spray) your (dome) when you (display) the (Chrome)
And now the (Hate) is (on)
can't wait to(Evade) your (home)
heat up your crib like the Serengeti
You'll feel This aint (NellyVille,)
When the guts from your (Belly Spill),
my blade steele "Cold Cuts" your stomach like a (deli meal).
you's a small time pussy like the ones R. (kelly feels)
Down wit the Secret Society udercover calculated (Machiavelli kills)
the only Blue cross you see is the front of my (Chevy grill)
Heavy with these (Gresky skills)
My glock takes "wrist shots" at "one timers" so (lets) be (real)
My society is under your (covas)
ready to suffocate your lungs until your body (hovas)
hollering for Jehovah but it's (ova)
I'll reign for 40 and 40 hit you with .30 - 30 my 20/20 (vision)
aimed with (percision) ,cataclysmic (collision).
suffering (contusions) from my (intrusion)
nigga theres only one (conclusion)
Showed your chrome but no time to make (decisions).
made your reality an (illusion)

aYo, whats the trouble here? my gun will clear any subtle fear/
do you beleive everything, rumors, talk is what you hear/
im sick of katz assuming my skriptz aint real/
itz the truth behind my text, not jus sum kids can feel/
i hope somone relates itz a dumb mistake/
the way people beleive that these guns are fake/

Am I monster, of this~crazy~flow?
Now should I spit~daily~yo, or slit~babies~throats?
Shit,~maybe~both,
My steel is stainless, it's real, ain't painless,
The deal is plain, bitch, so dumb you need to steal a brain, quick

I am the time~keeper, the rhyme~keeper, I invade your brain like a mind~reaper
My smile is grim, I'm too tired ta' spit but my style will win against this pile o' shit

when i attack targets i knock marks
hit kids off course like stock carts
to the rap game call me lockheart
cuz when yall rap i mock bars. .
fake texcees run away at high speeds
cuz none of em can compete at my seed

castrade a vet wit fundamental mentallaty
fataly end all elete wit mortal kombat beastyalities
yer sonned so bad u report to administrators
but the administrator wants none of yer seed it "tores"
im the lore and u b that of an unknown masiah
best bow down 2 yer ruler im the ars of a great siar

i call nigga's out and the hide/
the nigga's i been rappin jus died/
the hoes i been fuckin get wyte's flick/
cuz every hoe in Alabama know i got the platium dick/
lil fuckers on this site make me sick/
make me pull out my tommy gun/
like when i ran up in the store and got the job done/
rappin at a job yet its a luv for the game i do it for fun/
yeah im an assassin...spittin rhymes like bullets/
anyone that steps to me im blastin.....

yo i kill venom shoot 1 part chill
but next part gonna b stil b the most i spill
take a pill and get fucken ill
fuck a collab i roll solo hoe
nigga think he has elete n him but he low
fuck im done ripping fo today,send me a post card,it read holiday

savage raps/ crashin cats careers/
head on crash/lifes flash/ thats severe/
wack raps/not fa geezy/ thats foe queers/
cheers/ thats fo years/ of practice and cold training/
yall know the kid cold thats why yall wont face em/
you aint gotta like but dont hat'em/ dont push him/
dont make him/ act irrationally/
you tighter than me / BLASPHEMY/
you blind like brail graduates/why cant you see
I seal, put a lid on and can yo lics/ you cant test me/
mics get checked like multiple selection question boxes/
multiple professions highly selective when sendin drops in/
contestants,.... listen up/
spit raw , cause clouds , or dont even kick up dust/
i spit lics til i spit up blood/ kill fake rappers and rip up thugs

i start beef and send enders/
im a g yall some fuckin bed wetters/
little kids with a mic/ dont get no restpect/
while i live on the mic/ and get more love than you/
from your mom, kids, friends/ .......and your wife/
i spit gifts with words , type krunk writing/
and got more hits than curbs, while drunk driving/
you drop little shit like birds on cars while flying/
my rap got flips like a olympic gymnest/
fuck with me and have ya self shaken on the floor limbless/

I'm in first period, tryna bust a flow...
it's the freestyle legend in ya area lets go
I ride solo, flyin east, wit no music it's all ocapello
fella i'm deadly when i spit, leave niggas in a phase
spread quickly and kill all like i'm the new bubonic plague
the black death, It's Young bLACK
SPITTIN FOR NIGGAS WHO SKILLZ IS WACK

till the end of time/ i find myself looking into the darkest shadows of redemtion/ lurking without a cause/never to know if the breath/ I breath is my last/ life/ that damn fast/Never glance to see past the nine/to see what power I can gain/ brain diluted/droped to the floor/I lost sight of mind state/ what is this Hell or the pearly gates/I don't get it/you know we all on a one way road to pain/suffering/coming/still I come out from this hidden realm/any more three out four/ people I see/cuz non of anyone will master me/O-M-e 2 the t-a/ometa like it betta that way

Ey yo im getting crazy like a white guy/ kinna like marshal mathers in dat movie 8 mile/ but see durin yur wait while, I flo back/ u go searchin da dvds for sum flos to jack/ or u juss have one of yur mans write em, give him dap/ an be like, “I owe u cat”/ u a lil bitch dats righ I expose u cat/ see I own u cats/ im juss tryna get ya exposure, u fuken poser, dint mean to show everyone dat u was hoe like dat….oops….i dint mean ta leave a mark like u gave yaself a hickey/ but I done it to soo many kids, I hadda do it again like britney/ dats righ I put a pop wite bitch in my rap/ but im da gangstaest nigga, so from my tec, I switch to my gat/ wen u get hit wit both it feels like a twister in fakk/ im twistin ya back, who else wanna go, whos indifferent wid da mack?/ Picture da fact, my rappin is at a summit/ sum’ll love it, sum’ll hate it, yall’ll be da latter, cuz I made u ate it, so ill, it had ya sick ta ya stomach…whoaaaaaaaaaa

give it through "talkin is made" "im walkin wit blades"
stalkin ya fame, wit' a cannon of "malhaukin grenades"
got this, locked-since the "day of the womb"
shit when I'm dead i'll spit 2 "graves in they tombs"
so im "awaitin ya doom" from hayden to moons"
fuck we can battle all, day till "day is jus noon"
im a goon" call me "emmit smith'" got "23 clips"..
to put it in 23 crips, ima not a blood.. im not 23, bitch!

the rhymes I see posted with looks/that smack back to the stoneage/ shot these bitches/kill these snitches/these flows is week/they needs to go eat them weaties/balance life before they balance flows/all I read Is this sudden mix of echos/ twisted bullet holes crocked/leavin' you squeimish fightin' back the tears from fallin/ fall backwithin the mix/ feel as I light the sticks of green that gleam/readio lumanessents/droped to the essience/ the soap... fuck you/rubba dub dub leave your ass to drown in the tub :thefinger

fuck a gun i walk without protection when i stroll/
/I/
only need one mic/
/ why/
when thats already to much/ geezy to krunk/
dont let me get high/ ill rap until u throw up/
and stay hot so my krew blow up/ like nuclear fission/
pay attention to whom your dissin/
cause iof its rob dude your trippin/
im hear now/...while you losers distant/
bring death to tracks in an instant/ just add mics/
just add my styles plus a vega rolled tight/
im cold like the ice in ya drink/
keep my self focused/ got eyes on the beat/fearless /
cause i already came to close to losin my life in these streets/
i write and its like your life realized on a beat/