always slightly better, the metaphoric salad dresser
stress the pimps , got there cimpen when im gettin them strippen
Liten with five to be brides or so they might pride
in they mind they keep while we grind throught the line
Lady, im the mellow type, but when im worked up, its comin to life
Make u pray to christ, i might just be the light, fuck the narrow right
we left in the wide open pathway, gettin our nosses baked snort snort
and everyso often we goin stray and imma work magic uza WHORE WHORE.

word the freestyle cypher is rapidly appraoching page ten..
time for the scriptures too be lost to the closed thread yet agian...
done it for as long as its been on so how can you even think to test..
it says freestyle cypher fanatic in the sig...cause spits are above all the rest..
any other mutha fucker reppin the freestyle skills..theres a couple
but none of em stand in the ring when i reinforce the knuckle..
don't start with this you wont have to contest i give all my oppents a chance..
you sure you wanna battle son...ok now its time for me to rip this man..
this is sad cause i sit here and key and then i read my shit used on Fl...
by herbs with no mind for design so they bit my freestyle cypher blinds...
its whatever life is crazy a man can phase me..check the record ..kids..
i lost couple but on a winning streak latley i stick em in the ribs...
droppin short shit cause i gots to gots to go....a freestyle battle..
you'll get toar up like freeman incase you don't know.......

Get Right Niggahs-
 

LIFE...Man im here stay,drop down ,throw the knife a-way, an pray.
TRUTH...Yo its all we need, why yall muth'as lying bout sell'in weed.
GOD..The Unpredictable force, make sure ya' lifes set on the right course.
KILLIN..why all the hate, its coo' yo, go to jail and get rapped by nasty nate.
SEX..Dang ya think youre pimpin' yea go on, and watch ya rubba' start slippin.
STEALIN:.Stealin' peeps shit, and ya dont expect to get street hit?.getta'grip

Rap about anything thats why its called freestyle
Free will to say anything even if its not worthwhile
I'm freestylin here while I type and pit keys
Yall dun hate jus learn to respect me
i'm spit sop on the mic and spit ill all the time
Makes you wonder why ya sick after hearing my rhyme

Whats worse then tragic is tha magic that dope lines bring/
or dreams of becoming weightless ready to dangle life by a string/
My dreams are reckless, incohearant never making much sence/
like kids playing on tha sidewalk with chalk in parks with a fence/
life is dangerous yet consumes me with thoughts persuing rage/
digesting these thoughts while half asleep got me forever caged/
in my emotions of pass mistakes what does it take to be great/
never understanding my decisions or what creativity measures in weight/
So Im leavin this keystyle with less answers and more questions/
guess I shoulda left this cypher alone, I guess I should follow my own suggestions/

Drunk as hell and it feels good to be this way..
Fuckin this slut, but your the one that make miss pay..
Stayin sober really isn't my style at all to tell the truth..
I would lie to your dumb ass, but I would say for sooth..
No lieing to the young, even if I change there minds at all..
This kind of drunkeness should be the one that defines the fall..

The consensus?
They all lose to limitless lyricism.. I hope you feel how give 'em-
a strong dose...check my dictum..Blaze victums..craze kick em...
k kids um..my uh, paragraphs body like whoa..<<some gonna steal that from the go..
toe to toe I krush keds, K swiss, and steve maddens..ya'll just dribble you ain't travelin..
you can think this is wrote but it's directly off the cerebellum.. my medulla refule a freestyle session with no weapon,
No question.. cause like always my first four words are i don't give an effen...
I'm out to dead and deafen...learn ya lesson...cause like meph said..what if I decide to start testin ya jawn in the mutha fuckin session...

Pray
a piece of the slice the mic rights the fight
in my life quite the same to my family my wife
like christ it controls my errors and breathin might
the way i fight through written word and spoken flights
Its the passing day, the automatic switch that gives way
to the foundation of every lift of my pen every lift of my hands
To Pray

pray to the lord, yeah the fuckin lord of the rings/
i'm bored so i felt like mind explorin not yet forced to sing/
i soar in, grab the MIC start the hype..just break the ice
face it i'm right, cuz i'm not left-handed ya ass is branded/
i use wrdplay to manage, my verbs spray like gleekin summin massive/
fast with it, like i am with a tek nine and i got my shyne fuck rocafella
fo signin twista i'll shit on that mister, tounge twistin large as an umbrella/

aight...lol
one

I can be the best of all men/standing in the worst of all sin/I'll eatcho azz up about The Lord and I wont grin/cause-see I been figuring/it's Him that I owe since He supported me and my family getting in/So...to all of you who knew I wasnt true/about this game, industry of being a Jew/then may the Lord bless and keep you/I'm gon use all my gifts and tools as my pulpits and pews/talking to those you chose to accept to lose/protect the issues/and I wont cry when its my time to pay some dues/as my realist go through, I'm there/some go hired to talk...me? I got hired to stare

combatick attack tactical inferior contraptions of demi warriors
radio maps of practical pacueleir intraptions of semi territories
laser adaptations of incrimental sopposevly iller than cinder field
fuck a free style when i can make new type tyfoid grammer yield
fuck you if you dont like this its all just a lil key so it dont make sense
even if you had 1 trillion years you still wouldent be more creative then this

Creative than this/

Shit, I was Created To Rip, Empires 'n Nations To Bits/
I blow Up Any physical object in the Range of my Spit/
Yall sound Dated as Shit, read on 'n and YA heart gets crushed/
I'm Executing ANY textcee that Writes Two BArs As One/
ya method is Wack, YOu Could never Represent Rap/
But Don't Hate on Me just for givvin my prespective on that/
Yall would NEed A Magic spell to turn ya text into tracks
THis is subjecttive proff, 90% of tha net is all Wack/
levitate on magnetic feilds, in tha realm the specters are at/
Puncture Ya Wind Pipe W/ a broken Scepter Of Glass/
My Skill w/ a Mic Is Revered As Tha best in tha Land/
I can Inhale Oxygen and spew out Aspestes n Gas/
That posions u floatin through walls to Collects in tha Cracks/
U Gotta Admit THis Shit Shocked U, like an Electrical Flash/

Electrical Flash//


Turn ya whole crew into ash wit a nuclear blast
A one man rebel attackin troops in Iraq
snipin' in the desert over dunes in the sand
no matter what the army tries i ruin their plans
My soldiers came from clones that i grew in a lab
where they're researching fluids that i spew from my glands
as our movement expands, the threat is risin
To become one of those already dead or dyin
my eyes have a built in special lens for spyin
i could go to the east n throw u to the west horizon
Beating me in battle is hopeless like oprah exercisin
dip skeletons in volcanos to bake bones n petrify 'em
maybe its because this the net that im climbin it
to the top, like movie fight scenes on pirate ships
Swallow the sun whole and emit ultra violent spits
my shit's quoted more than Jesus Christ in bible scriptz

i'm back quicker than tha flash
watch ur back
or better yet u should wash your gat
wit polish type wax
and come to attack me wit a mac
10 or 11, still holdin my 47
forget heaven
I'm hell-bound from spendin
money on this rhyme
crime is my mind defined
like despite sprite's lemon and lime
that will acidify ur citric
my spits are sickness
like a dik-chick wit syphillis
sickle cells in ur iris
been defined on papyrus
as tha new type of virus
inject this perfection
into ur complexion...

do u like it?

Kill Kill Kill Murder Murder Murder
end ur life right now for whatever its good for
slit you from the neck all the way down to tha floor
leave u a raphe in ur stomach that u just cant ignore
store bought liver to fill tha void
now ur walkin like c3po a fuckin android
makin me anoid your just not important
went down to tha county n shot up tha courtroom
stuck tha judge up with tha balifs shotgun
stole a pigs wagon now im on tha run
down in mexico with a 12 year old stripper
on my dick so bad her lip is now in my zipper
pulled my dick out n yelled THIS ONES FOR THA GIPPER

As Im Lookin Thru The Mirror Kids Makin Fun Of Me|..
Got Terroists In The Town Tryin To Murder Me|..
Why Would They Do Dis I DIdnt Do Nything Wrong|..
Come On People HelpMe Do Dis Song|..
Im Bout To Collapse Startin To Pas Out|..
Now Im Screamin HELP!!!!!!!!! Startin To Shout|..

DO..NOT..fuck with 5-0 he will rip you to shreds,
Shoot the fucking school up and then drop the fuckin feds,
Got the glock ready to drop nonstop niggaz,
If you gonna get away ya better run quicker,
nigga,
Ya know, I dont hold back to pull the trigga
Hold up nigga, take a second to listen,
thats the sound of ya neck breakin while im SPITTIN on the MIC,
I get more pussy than a threesome of DYKES

Kick a freestyle beat so I can key this up for ya..
Make it bump sweet so to the beat I can core ya..
Take your soul out your middle like Shang Tsung..
Your a slave to the will I have when I write this rune..
Every person that looks into the soul of the Van one..
They have to think about do they really want some..
The answears no, no one really knows my thoughts..
Brought new ideas and new styles tiein others in knots..
Things come to my mind when I'm thinkin absentmindedly..
Make you absent, talkin about its about time you see..
You've been blind to this point, walkin around like Stevie..
Walk in front of that bus right there, it don't bereave me..

beleive me ... My style will turn this page 3D...
I'll raise the anti and see he-
Who tries to test me on this mic cause it pointless... yall tryna counter strike with no CD-key...
Hehe...It's kinda funny ain't it my style is tainted like blood...
Thats why when you weak emcees seen you fainted you dudds...don't even try ta spark.

this black bag is too dark to see the zipper...
bitch ass nags shootin hearts to be the mister...
who wanna but can't get to a single place in time...
REWIND!!!
my mind's third eye is focused on the prize...
moving across tha plains like tha sun across the sky...
figure if you wanna bring the gat right back...
but i don't give a fuck if it's loaded n strapped...
cause i wish to be holy so Jesus can know me...
show me tha light like a vision of G-O-D...
death leavin nuthing left but a breath...
then that escapes later til there's nothing left...

I'm bein' pushed to front lines, every time I spit rhymes, and my crew sounds like Lee Ann Rimes
I've been told time after times, not to bust my nines, and I didn't, But I coulda Shot J-Will and end it
Lookin' back, listenin' to the track, Where I poured out, where I tore out the soul of my crew
Yes its true, and screw you foo', I just wanna re-live this shit, Take care of it, Like I could of then
Again and again, it replays man, the day Ronnie got shot and, Dropped to the pavement
They day went and it came, It's not what the grave ment, I could go insane, Knowin' I was back stabbed
On the Anniversery it hurts in me, to know the one I trusted was rusted, when Ronnie was rush-ed
J-Will was a dirty motha fucka, Bullet chucka, holes in every fucka, Ronnie died that aftanoon, still no justice, fuck this
I wanna take it into my own hands, change the Time's sands, I wish I had to chance, To End J-Will's mental dance

This situation were facin is straight up amazin see....
mods do all they can but all the frontlines.....ZZzzzzzzzzZZZZZZzzzzzzz
you gotta vote to get votes...but then no one returns the fav...
seriously kids give me a headache think my shits bout to cave...
then you get voters who only vote to get it back..give a fuck about the rap..
then Cprogress's new program the fuck is that crap...
so if you ever do do the impossible and get a battle closed...
they come through and just take away all the herb votes...
all thats on frontlines is herbs and why punish the MC...
if anything leave the vote and take credits......see....
cause then they have to vote...and then my shit gets closed...
then my heartbeat slows down..and my rage doesn't explode..
onto the freestyle cypher seriously battlin now adays stinks...
cause motherfuckers on their high horse are to good to follow links...
its not everyone but its enough to make me write this..
used to love to wait to get feedback now i get nothin but dickryders...
Under took this with punches....hit up the shit in my sig...suck a dick..
you didn't even read the verses then don't go make up some shit..
go to hell to lazy bitches that destroy this communtiy leave me a link..
I follow through at least every 2 of 3..I can't do it all and no one is helpin me..
SO y'all can suck my dick............peace

Lotta niggaz ask me wut wrong cuz I’m stressed but frontin
I was blessed wit sumptin
Next to nuthin, so everywhere I go I bring tha vest n pump in
So niggaz hop off my dick, stop holdin me n my mans back
I done scrapped in tha gutter, ashy knuckles n hands black
I gain knowledge from every step I take to fame
But tha violence n weed kept my fate the same
I can feel it in my gut, never been this sicker before
Homies gone, n we runnin outta liquor to pour
I see music as an outlet, to just let a emotion go
But I can feel the end nearin and closin slow
So I grip my steel till I clutch my heart
Jot a few rhymes down as I break the dutch apart
This one is for dem niggaz that lived tha struggle
And stood up like a man when they was given trouble
~One~
~Jerzey

I sit back and let my fists work through battles with herbs....
Employee heavy punchlines in each one of my words ...
Everything I say is a set up .. or I hit you so hard you can't get up ...
Never let up ... the flow in the beat changed so my verse is sped up ...
Rip all these cats and once & for all prove myself worthy ...
Fake mc's tryta set foot in this game without a jersey
I know you heard me .... mod's edit this post try'ta re - word me
Workin in the clergy ... here news say it was the little birdie ...
Every 1 once in a while needs a scape goat ... to ecscape quotes ...
Rape shows ... a got a punch for every single one of Rb's Fake Hoes!

Since tha day i waz born, been label'd anotha raw thug from A-Town, quickly learned to Spray-Roundz
N i been Slangin Doja since back in tha dayz i was fightin on tha Play-Ground
We dun Play-Round, im quick ta Lay-Down a nigga thas Fake
U'll find im 'part italian' when ya lookin up from tha bottom of tha Lake
Down ta raise tha Stakes, cuz i been raised ta always Play fo Keeps
My punches mo consistant on niggaz than Days of tha Week
N nigga this's jus a Freestyle, but still a Hot Ryme
N kno ull neva have tha illest title in rap until ya Got Mine

a quick free for this cypher that is in need...
of truth between lines of lies from MC's...
actually, if you read between these...
you'd see a posted pic of you on the Cpu screen...
WHAT!
didn't mean to scare ya...
but i do dare ya to say Red Rum 5 times in tha mirror...
and then close your eyes and stare at the lids...
cause satan's been waitin to replace your life wit his...
I'm a character from your nearest garage sale...
the one askin for a quarter to ride the carasal...
and I know sick'll sell so well cause i got A-I-D's...
and still got a platinum record overseas...
droppin heat so quick tha spit dribbles to my dick...
no wonder why it's only a good 1 inch thick...
cause i needed to be a lil bit more crazy...
asked Superman and all he said was maybe...
cuase he was too busy tryin to save me...
from myself after I got a lil bit hazy...
SUPERMAN! SOMETIME TODAY, G!
before Poison Ivy tries to fade me...
FUCK YOU AMY!! you did me wrong...
as soon as you took tha first hit of the bong...

Yo you aint got no flow; your rhymes are way to slow;
Your like a bad hoe; who does not know;
Your Rhymes arent good enough; You think your tough;
You dont have any of that great stuff;
You think your the best; until I give you the test;
All you are is a big fat pest;
You say you wanna fight; although i got the height
You walk up to me and laugh HeHe;Now that you see me;
We start to fight; Now your eyes got fear in sight;
You back down; an run away with out speakin a sound.

i hate bitches who talk shit but dont say it to ya face/
u say "take it to da stage", but they pussy out with disgrace/
but thats wut a bitch leaves behind, NUTTIN!, cause hes gone wit outta trace/
the bitch just needs to leave this existence, leavin some more space/
for more poeple to be apart of this lovely human race/
not fillin the world with rage, and given people like me, the trait of HATE/

it might not make since, but i just spit it

Was that against me Bio?

the trait of HATE/

Still exist …deception should be the question
When one elevates another stagnates therefore the outcome
Is Hate…We strategies to emphasizes the lies that man
Infiltrate…But the true Einstein can recognize the
Design that has the blind not even seeing when
Open are the eyes… I despise hypocrites and emcees
That can’t cipher a rhyme…and bring true intelligence
Threw this thread that is being seamed with Time…

Head Cold
 

im sittin here with a crucial headache, stomache queezy, and backaches/
feeling like im on cloud nine and i cant think clearly//
it's a only a head cold im sick of it/
everytime//
pplz im talking to be predictin them false signs/
they just insane/
i cant just deal with that ignorance mayne//
i need the non-fiction, forensic in my pissin/
to determine what i got that others keep missin//
with my conscience common sense ill wing the head cold,
starve the cold and feed the fever/
plus with astma it's crucial when i take a breather//
this medicine aint workin deeply/
tryin to knock me out, but the remedy aint doing it strictly//

~i dont feel well ~ :throwup:

i'm not a killa mC, my clips empty...
i've barraged before, now you CAN tempt me...

{rapid fire}
I'll allow it wit your hollow spits and tooth ache shit mad ace quickly responds by actually shootin clips from nuisance engines creatin many pods of ruinistic music that was a millinium ago and is now some 1,060 years old and abused by loosening it...
key'd mad styles like addin 100 files to Kazaa's library of hairy pussies from kiddy porn movies and Metallica shooting tha first guy to make a Napster community that was immune to the trivial pursuit of rich statistic booming on MTV and VH-1 and sueing...
i got caught masturbatin by my cats yesterday and they joined in by mirracolous decisions made from up above crimson love for lil boys like tha bible's intense club that's underground in goth buildings shootin up wit ectasy and doing tha nasty booty rump...
a decision to make for the incission of the premilary vocabulary into a mans vision like he sees wat he says before he listens to his brain says somethin that's missin punctuation and bitchin of influctuation of imaginary fuckin a million women...
contracted by subconcious and interacted wit much constant tension beyond explanation relations above honest relationships in imcompitent to the cupid arrow that wants it to be and not to be Shakespearian drama beatin down your baby mama...

and that's psycho...
my mind has no time to rewind this crime...
it shines before tha light is turned on and chimes...
to break my concentration...
you need more than to hate my operation...

so fuck tha whole world sort a like i fuck this old girl...
I'm 18 and she's almost 81...
so no, squirrel... keep your nuts to urself...
I'm straight like tha man layin at tha bottem of tha lake...

I pray for all of the dead, the mission was with them
Sitting back envisioning an invisible system,
with intentions of crippling bitches
I came into this game with sick shit,
cuz I lived it in considerable conditions
The game is the just vision,
daily I made it utilizing the pain as my wisdom
I can't maintain if I'm restricted living in vain, I still try to stick to religion
This isn't the same, this is the difference bitch listen this is the prediction!!^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

I'm trapped


JamesJr.

School sucks yes we all know, but I sit here and wait to be dissmissed cuz of snow/
All of the classes blow, I don't like the cold but we got the A/C on and it's stupid/
It's always like wha' who did, No one else is a hot MC, But I'm just I guess cocky and bold/
One, Two, Three the verses are curses, Some of my stuff can land ya'll in Hearses/
My scriptures are like those ya read in churches my multis, are enuff to kill with bow ties/
I don't beleive these ol' eyes of mine, they confuse me, They choose me to hate mine/
I hate my lyrics but ya'll still feel its they hot as anyones but they keep flowin' till they dones/
I just keep goin' and goin' like the energizer bunny, aint that funny, I hate that stuff/
Everyone gotta clown me and they try to surround me, they try to out sound me/
They concentrate around me, They don't appreciate the reverse of hate that around me/
So Stick this dagger in me, Drink some lacker in the, end we won't send anymore rhymes this could be the last time/

anymore rhymes this could be the last time/

To shine threw the spectrum of a rhyme
Due to multiple emcees that sends different vocals to define.
Streams of rivers runs passionately threw the finger fearing punches
Anchor even my deadliest victims scream in the trenches.
Non intellectual emcees warm the benches as a godly minded man blaze truth threw speakers.
Ice age being broken with rage of heaters
The Sane Scientist Bio Chemist is the metaphorical Phoenix.
Due to me being Gods son so you know I stay scorching like Texas.

each line of my rhyme's designed to chill and stimulate nerves in the spine//
with texture so fine, my sickness is spreadin like twine soaked in gas//
then mixed wit some wine, so dope whenever i spit it must be a crime//
comin wit scary shit like clock strikes twelve times and bells chime//
sounding off the time for me to step in the battleground, face my opponent//
clean my lyrical eyepiece while my sonar's honing, i can tell dis gon be quick, cat's wearin versace//
blabbin nonsensical pairs of words, dressed in fur, im laffin about what's ready to occur//
i won't even need to come wit punches, i'll juss dropkick him and flesh stick wit the spur//

of my boots.....

For A Freestyle cypher...Cmon You can do better...
You Kyds wouldnt be BAD, Dressed in "Leather"...
Speed, 1 Elevation, 1 and The Treader...(Exercise machine)
Patheticly, This is like a Sumo Wrestler Vs. A Sweater...
Btw..."Hoon" please ryme ya bars it brings the shit together...
Like 7 "Losers" Running from a Clown that Controls the Weather...(Steven Kings IT)

Running from a Clown that Controls the Weather

So you know it’s IJL who controls the stormy winters
Manipulating the extremities of the elements in December
Laughing comical at our victims and watching individuals render.
Then watch how this scientist de ciphers other lyricist scripts
I understand hieroglyphics from the ancients and use it to annihilate Ur existence.
Unlocking the keys of the earths axis then turn the hands of time backwards.
Mess with this sanity and watch as I spit glaciers, and like smoke from gun
Watch as my mouth spit mist of vapors.

Lyrical_reaper
ayo test dont mess wid da best
i walk da street chest cuz i aint scared ov death//so fuck tha bullet proof vest cuz im still putting these bitches 2 rest//
aint taking racism or critism ppl hating cuz im white an not black wot da fuck iz dat??
ratatatata destroying every discrace 2 da lyrical race keeping mah pace got dis rap shit down 2 an ace