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Freestyle thread
freestyle thread for all peeps...whatever on ya mind.... hate, beef, the kat above you, shit you like, or shit you hate....check it had this idea the second i was in here a freestyle about what ever do not be afraid.......ima drop one in like an hour
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not a bad topical writer, i see you show some devotion
but you ever cross me again, ill give you some verbal emotion ^ haha, lol...nah, no hate, just thought it was a cool line :cool: |
..........this should be in anything goes............
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^ you should be in anything goes, cause your skill is outta place
nobody likes you on RV, thats why you sigged your mothers face |
it is what ever on ya mind...
check check whats with the hate of today and the sorrow of tomorrow whats with the fate of today and the borrow of tomorrow i go to the nursing home to see my mom fight the struggle death tried to touch her face she fright him to the stumble life is so hard work for little pay, someones always got something to say dads hair turns brown to grey, bills and stress in life something to pay kats yelling beef but they dont understand, kats wishing sleep without repremand getting horny at night so im usin otherhand, wetting worny to the american stand broke up with the gf she a psycho bitch, talking to my sis causein trouble itch talking to me about faith and well being stop it, im looking deeper into life for it told my mom when i was little i make millions, stayed strong watchin growin buildins... friend spence took his own life night of football strife, and mckenzy girl went homeboy jake for life... Icu trauma seen shit u wouldnt wanta, seen machines keep life intact people who went sledin wit out ski mask.... wrecked back, suicidal missing kidney, flatlinein to cpr missery, take the tube out death missery... met families from all over, seein shit sleep i wont bother, lupus gave mom studder, from word to action brain murder... this is real i lived er, but i was the family side d-e-a-r, like last time you see moms wish she h-e-a-r, sincerly a ecert from son n-e-a-r.... i spit not for fun or fame but therapy as it says my name, depression of game hells fire i touched the flame...i need hope for my mom to stay saine |
This is kinda wierd, considering theres this thing called freestyle cypher..lol
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yeah but its mostly for newbs and this is kinda a freestyle thread thing for all the crews and active LL peeps who too lazy to scroll to the bottom haha
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move over herbs, check ma style:
YO...YO....YO....Yo....Yo....Yo.....check it.........Yo........I won't choke...Yo you're a five dollar boy// I'm a million dollar man// all the girls are my fans// cause I'm the man// I got a real leather jacket// with "dressed to kill written right on the side// so if you see me checking girls// you'd betta step aside// masterpiece right there |
I be the illest, i be the realest....speakers bump...yeah ya feel this
i be the illest, i be the realest.....speakers bump...yeah ya feel this so hot my Cell-is-zealous, so cold im fair-en-height so sick i kill big peeps with small pox so ill i keep doctors guessin and celebs checkin i bring gang to green and take cuts that mean u need Aides to fuck when my ciphalis hit ya junk eatin ya Game-ates and killin ya baby-makes when i hit bitches, they fall-open in tubes when i hit riches, they ram-stack the news frank-ya-flurt, i kraft ya hot dog fruit-ya-loop, i stretch ya long john ya mad "im allive" cos-by i jiggle ya Grey "i try" jus-buy a single if ya a tenni-shoe i swiss ya kay if ya a philli-dude i miss ya game if ya skinny i smoke ya fat if ya fat i cut ya skinny kat anything less than a foot u give me ya girlfriend stacked n she still dig me you dont have a grip so you point to pinky you lost ya thumb n ring so you got stinky |
yo I can rap like fiddy check it.
Its 50 with dat trey pound/ your bitch ass gets layed down/ like lloyds ass when i rape him/ Fucked on the first night and didnt date him/ Yeah I always got the tephlon pottory/ In case you got some shots for me/ ~werd~ |
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lol dope........... |
nice... check check
*cough cough* early in the fuckin mornin i catch bitches while snorin pistol n a pillow i silence midol n a jello i riseth smack da bitch to go home smoke da paper home groan wake n bake how we do eyes get red sleep a few... |
yo yo
im sittin at home cause i didn't go to work raining outside, so maybe i'll find someone to merk or even go back to bed, rest down my head or else have big breakfast just to say im well fed i dont even need to shower, you know im so fresh my life goes swish.....like i be hitting all mesh no need for jumpers, i like my cookies dunked teach you punks a thing or two, or have you flunked now i know this sucks, but so do slutty daughters better recognize, everyone one of you, im your father im just plain hotter, my shit dont wrinkle or crease this was a pointless drop, so ima say my PEACE ^i dunno, word |
morning pieces= dopeness haha
Speak life not fuckin cereal post it up two Brands real two scoops i be raisin freestyle i be amasin straight got the juice like oj straight got the caboose like kobe fork in ya stacks n mrs butta wacks vitamin ya lacks n im out like flap jacks........ |
busting some rhymes about my breakfast decision
splittin through my alpha bits like reckless division none of that raisin bran, but im shootin two scoops having ya running in circles, i got this fruit in a loop i know im sweetenin this thread, yall dont have ta whisp-er with my posts ya ce-real...cause my sugar is crisp-er got so many trix, like im the only provider and i dish out frosting like im tony the tiger you know im grrrreat, no reason to fear me yo but i just finished my bowl, time to say cheerio |
haha should just call this kesse/ hells fire free style page featurin who ever.......are peeps scared to freestyle or what i know its mornin but peeps get off ya ass n spit something for LL
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Strait to the ground thats where I put niggas
not wit rhymes but my fists, twist all ya figures 410 reppin, freestyle spittin, Con Yack sippin Baltimore, Jersey thas the Territory im Rulin World is Mine and everything in it, ya herrd resistance is fuedal, step up? u get served Hell's Fire Kesse thread, snakes give a Hiss A.. first letter in the alphabet, so I RUN This shit Poverty Stricken, Ghetto Livin, BALTIMORE where one dies one is born, 410 fo sho Survival of the fittest, Always lookin backwards Time to Step, take advantage, b4 and after Venemous lyrcis, Cold Hearted, eyes glazy B More like Me and you go places, feel me? Chronic, Kb smoker, bowls blunts and bongs freestyles, thas all me I neva write a song yea yea ......... |
me and hells fire freestylin the lounge
we'll just have to wait till afternoon rolls around cause peeps are inactive, so dont throw a fit they gotta juggle their lives, like a nice pair of tits keepin it real, i think thats the best way to do it or else i'll punch off your face, dont make me prove it nah, just messing, i dont start shit for no reason but i'll spring up, win ta make you fall like im controling the seasons and once again im out, but i'll be back cause im so adored haha, if only that was true, im just checking out RV awards |
Check it..Add my name to the Lounge Freestyle
Our lyrics make niggas trip n gurls got buck wild Sippin on 40 ounces and smokin on that Green hoochies bust lungs, how loud we make em scream Armada Da 187, Hells Fire, Kesse, should be Illegal to have this much talent in one area? cant be freal Baltimore, Canada, Minnesota, Dont fuck wit us huge trunk space in the back, so we can tuck you up Ya get Hot Flashes, from readin all of our freestyle heat Like the walls of Constantinople niggas, We cant be breached ohhhhh.............. |
haha check check one two
most rappers has been like go-gos twised niggas been creme like ho-hos topically kesse and hells be dope as fuck metaphorically i ring bells n write about lunch how my balogne has a first name give me a oscar how my sesame has a first name call him a oscar i cut beef in thin slices for bitches that be kracka i cut cheese thin slices so thick no one be krafta old number 7 i be singin so if ya liquor weak Jack ya im out for today but if that bitch not givin head slappa haha ere ere ere b to b to b wall ere ere ere wall to wall to wall b |
haha nice armada....i be back lata today to free keep this active peeps
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Hell'z fire bout ta leave his own thread
dont worry, just let me take over instead :) give a bitch head, bang an then bounce fight of punches, ya K.O'd befo the name was annonunced smoke an ounce, sit back, chill with eyes blood shot i posted my rhymes on hot or not... got more propps an feedback than what a usher pic got whats hot? certainly not you an your fake ass crew i'ma O.G an claim ''dead' deadly'' like the homie kesse Do i'm arrestin-you, on the counts that your lame an a fraud niggas dont wanna see u flaunt vocal cords sittin tellin you ta stop after 1 bar cause they bored if u wanna praize the lord, then i'm willing ta Listen... but i dont have time fa u, miracles dont happen, so stop wishin!!! blaaaaah |
I'll make u look Shook or hang u Stiff On a Hook...
It Don't Matter I'll leave kids Left Open Like Flip Books.. My Flow is Cold it Leaves u Freezin in one motion.. wit more ludacris rhymes to fill ur potion... ima be stealin ur fortune call me danny ocean... ur rhymes u be forcein...choking like u Smoke-Barb-Wire durin Riots.... I'd Eat up these emcee's but I’m mostly interested in Low-Carb-Diets.... Rollin up to u in the 2 seater.. We right here wit heaters.... sure your ''create a buzz'' .. when ya Mics Near Ya Speakers.... shit aint changed, young Improves! Yes Basterd,yah Lose..... Or shit'll get "bloody" like bein in the "wrong hood" when ya Cap-is-Blue.. |
dont know why i keep droppin, its unneccessary cruelty
but you could get off to my shit like its lesbian nudity my skill was a gift, but it didn't come with any rapping that just shows my talent, everythin is easy as snapping my mouth aint flapping, its a form of art the way i use it fuck all you bitches with beef, aren't we here to make music shit im cruising, layin down some lines with hells and teph-lon sending rings throught the lounge like someones cell was left-on and i'll make an excep-tion, chillin out with this hoe armada cause he usually pullin more handles than the state of nevada but nah, you're cool today...this freestyle aint about the beef shit, now this joints smoking up more than an indian chief.... word |
yo dis thread is dopeness...lol
check it...check it...check it...yo yo yo yo.... im the best u cant test cuz u know i'll kill you if u mess wit me cuz im so ill my flow just kills ya nigga what mess wit me i'll put ur face in the dirt ^^sob sob....beautiful....just......beautiful...sob sob... clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap...lol |
but for real I got the illness that's just contagious
kill flows for a livin givin niggas a facelift and the whips that im dreamin about,just spacious i'll have a bitch layed out and ya...she's my waitress lol |
Step to the 410, nigga we fuckin dare you
leave ya head in the ocean, for shark food round n round thas they way to earth goes Pound and pound shit thas me wit dem hoes cripwalkin, bootleggin n doin some drug pushin vodka drinkin, crippie smokin thas how Im doin so high off my ass while im doin this, all mine Like a prostitue son, My lyrics are worth the time 6 feet under the ground there is a burried treasure ya homeboy who talked shit!, killin him with pleasure like 9 milli clips I pack light, you aint right, ima strike nail ya boys head into the dirt likea mallet hits a tent spike! |
B dot wall kid watch ya self.....
B dot wall kid watch ya self..... leave niggas stinkin afta i shank um gun holes end up in a niggas lincoln mami and children puttin up dad missin cranium leakin with cornia dilate tweakin freaky like horror flick, no pause blood thick twitchin like horible ich, no mercy remote click have ya black and red like a gannon shot to neck cuz words can fly but bullets are faster and verbs be action but catch um casper dont burn my cd if ya playa cant see me my burn has no degree n scar ya top ali i leave ya gassus smell cuz i pro-pain i squeeze ya hessus cuz i godly-man (jesus is pronounced like hessus in spanish) free style thread warm up for korv all u grimme niggas i watch ya starv get ya dick up only way you get hard ya soft n goin downy so bear a scarf... |
yo yo yo check it huh yo yo yo yo
Can you control yo hoe slap dat bitch to da flo' then tell that bitch no cause you aint takin that shit no mo then threatin' that skank if she act up some mo mothafucka lookin like a dog that came from petco and if u didnt kno thats where the fuckin pets go nigga i can flo and the vocab is so serious my rhymes make a mothafuckin nigga delirious i spit furious my whip got dat beast interior just think of me as zeus, cause im so superior i float like a butterfly and sting like a bee lettin every nigga kno that they cant see me now thats a beast freestyle |
Sayin all bout this freestyle thread, got me zonin
got a place where i can properly drop my flow in make bitches moan, groan, scream and whateva panty dropper, ohhh yea im that damn clever g strings, things, cheekies ohh thas whats up Lap dances, strip tease, damn gonna pop a chub askin for money? bitch get the fuck off my dick $50 bucks? pftttt OMFG it wasnt that good trick throw the bitch out the door naked, no clothes ill save em, pawn em, give to some other hoe day after day, night after exciting night im Armada Da 187 and I tap that ass right! lol ..... I never do this and dont think about it i got a babi gurl of my own that i love more then anything... i jus did this for a lil humor |
sure man lol
a yo i spit wicked, twisted shit that scares ya sista/ stole her three months ago and noone missed her/ i control my self but can go like twista/ high tops rolled down wit a fliked up finga/ kms, i represent, wit M my nigga/ beast mentality causes fatalities, so ya hair might stick up/ and yous a blown nigga, dontknow why you so unhappy/ but ill tel you why, my knife is through the side of yo anatomy/ and i own ya girl, round here we dun have no faggotry(lol) but i dun stop rite there, ill tell u i got ya moms so dont be mad at me/ lol i know i suck but this was egged on by my friend M above |
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smell that bitch ya dont wanta i said close ya legs i hate tuna used and abused hamburger puss toothed and mused snaggle puss shit hang so low call her street cleaner she fucked so many even triple teamer stretch a mark so hard cocoa cant fix leach so hard hiv blood chocolate mix gonoria bitch i wont and cant see ya chaped lips vertical smile no clitera she fat she dont jiggle she rolls so fat ya dont know if its the belly or da hole... gap toothed dick porno star bitch get out ive gone too far...... haha sick shit haha |
yo yo yo check it KMS check it huh
im not fakin comtemplatin im just statin that im makin overratin' that you's a bitch ass nigga if u aint wit KMS dawg just beware of tha trigga i pop a clip in you then go dismemba yo figure then drive up to ya house and fuck ya sista but first things first she gotta suck my dick and that bitch aint ugly son cause my shit got rock quick see man undastand i spit lines like fire when im done wit u dawg u be preachin to a quire.<(choir wateva it is) ima let yall nigga kno that me and siks rule this shit our rymes are so beutiful it like we readin from a skit lil M 1 |
Dumb shit...............
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damn.......i was hopin lotty would diss some heads :(
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ayo its me now, all you old heads getting senile
you couldnt drop hotshh! if i slipped typing this freestyle you crazy? waste mad bars on this thread? thats like flow saying that he putting money on ya head....psst yeah right broke fuck ass bets then resets..... you reject.......gimme my loot.....cash or check |
lotty come n grace us with something ya gonna kill kats with in the korv
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someone step to the mic and be recognized
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step up to the mic, doge the punch, then stick and move
i been sick so long......all i do is eat chicken soup..hahaa jking |
haha step to the mic rep the fight
beef the struggle world the juggle heavens strife funeral night rumble to releave, metal in sleeve blood shoots blood, slug hits slug suicide keeps the hood allive homicide keeps peeps allive loyalty and honor of dead presidents fidelity and horror set the presidence peace is found in violence no matter where ya go sirens u or me ima smoke u no question u or me ima bless for ya misson... lil free when i came on |
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