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

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............

^ 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

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

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~

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