ALL CREWS LOOK AT THIS!!! ( Free Agent)
 

Telepathical, critical visions on the offense against you
So act rational, don't touch a pencil cuz then we'll sence you
Several individuals get a whiff of you, commense to bent you
Terrible in the duals, as I lifted you, this pen resents you
Violent lyrics and vocals won't cope or give any hope to live
Silent spirits prevoke a rope er two around ur throat and hips
The potion released from the creases of ur fleece when bent
Ur motions decrease and you cease to even breathe the scent
Devilish expressionz when I thrust a punch to ur midsection
The level it progressed at was just enough to end the flexin
And furthur result show, the insults and volts flowed inside
A merger of pulp an snow, I control all known bones and fry
One solid section of ship wreck left jus for me to collect
I polish perfection and tech flesh when the rounds connect
Aquired needs to perspire plasma and platelets when I appear
A fire feeds the desires of athsma patients shedding tears

^^yo holmes this should be under new free agents not in open mic, one of u mods should move this

peace......

that was a pretty good flow for a newb but u need to elevate but he thats okay i see potential in ur flows so keep droppin

this was just a quick 3 minute keystyle...i can do better

ill post a good one here soon

LC, the way I'll twist your words is like I'm mocking-contortion//
Too bad for Big Pun, guess he wasn't the only walking-abortion//
Cocking-this-portion of my ammunition, till it's too hot-and-it's-scorching//
My punches coming in a shocking-proportion, to leave yer every nerve-in-pain//
LC 'lost in thought'? Only if I blast at ya, leaving yer vision 'blurred-wit-brains'//
Yer flow's as smooth as an ocean in a hurricane, enough of the warmup, time to terminate//
Bout to 'break this kid's spirit' like an 'exorcism'//
LC better bring a stretcher-wit-him, he got a better chance to see me with the use of festered-prisms//
Just cuz you can't compete and fight back don't make you a pacifist//
I don't think you grasp the drasticness of this rap-shit-biz//
Cuz I couldn't feel your verse if it hit me attached to a stack-of-bricks//
The fact-is-this, you're too weak partner, I'm too hazardous//
I pack-more-'clips', than the Neptunes//
LC getting straight shitted on, mix me up in the restrooms//
I'll try to keep this battle, ground zero, don't want ya lingering-dumb//
LC couldn't hand me an 'L' like he was missing his 'index finger-n'-thumb'//
The confidence in his demeanor-is-none, that's fa sho dunny//
I feel like a fucking 'skitzo', speaking to this 'nobody'//
Shit, your more ridiculous than an annorexic St. Nicholas//
I spit meticulous to tie knots in yer neck like licoreche//
Amir or Rima? It don't matter, you'll still have to live-wit-defeat//
Talk shit, you'll catch more bullets than Ace Ventura did-wit-his-teeth//
Moved on to you from the next-person. wit punches and techs-bursting//
Your game's old and ancient. LC better start to mean an excursion//
I'm gonna attack like the worst animal wit a thirst to hurt-mandibles//
Someone disperse-Aderol, while I watch LC eat himself away like a reverse-cannibal//
Now I'll burst-gradual, get burnt, my fucking word's flammable//
My punchlines is automatic, I never bothered to learn-manual//
If you're losing hope, than why the fuck didn't you say-so-jerk?//
I'll leave you black and blue like fucking negro-smurfs//
Think this battle will be close, naw your skill level is much lesser-than-that//
Cuz I done 'split your fucking wig' like a 'hair dresser-on-crack'//

Battle Verse Against Lyrical Corruption = LC