this site is new to me I dunno jack
just some dumb new-b who calls himself 'Wak
my rhymes off track, as tho I'm on crack
and lying in the street singin old songs (Love Shack)
yeah, I wanna battle, yeah I wanna post
but I'm like a piece of bread about to be toast
coz I ain't rapped most (dat's fo sure)
but my intention is totally pure
just like my ho, wish I could flow
like mad Dizzee Rascal my British rap bro
ya know?

I just gotta let go on evey thread that i touch...
and i let go bust on every head when i nut...
i get girlz don't play yourself and look past mad sportts..
i mean Game whatever Girl just hike up those Skorts...
I got bling three watches three chains..three diamonds..
and i Make change from on time rhymin and bitches sellin hyman..
pimp hoes ..well they do buy me shit....
Legit ballin out for chips and whips..
girls all want the dick i am happy to appease..
then they serve me some shit try to push my head in there knees..
ok i'll eat it..whatever girl banged her off the couch the Big O came fo hard..
hehe Clit Beaten I beat in reppin for my boy so i'm fuckin his girl in the Yard..
I've gotten head in front of my dawgs my boys like i don't see that..
bitches masturbate for me and i take pics of there cuchi..ain't lying my people believe that..
I got 3 tapes with cum all up on her face..enter the presedential..race..your family would think you such a discgrace..
i'm done just wanted to relate a lil GAme.. pimp out of trainin..bangin your dame so recognize the name..

Insane joker lyricist y'all should be fearin this...
clearly on the A list With an avy of Bis...
freestyle cypher king continually freestylin...
well actually i ain't gonna lie its keystylin..
am i white am i black hmmm i don't know..
i don't see color so fuck it either way bro...
aw shit that last line gave it a away...
i'm a bubaklot mutha fucka screamin ali bumba yay..
hehe insane the lyrics are clearin my throat...
Distain in everybar checkin my coat changin my clothes..
check the last freestyle i don some shit in my time..
whenever on the grind hit me up for a dope ass ryhme..
theres a time for philisophical shit keystylin ain't it..
i'll drop some shit in the open mic cypher feel sick to your stomach..
just tryin to get known as a rhyme capone..actions i don't condone.
puttin 2 in his dome but i'm jsut chips like a cellular phone..
so i can track this artist cause hes from a different planet..
spits his shit while retarded yet hard like granite..
and i slow it down so y'all can stay up...
who really wants me comin though rippin the game up..
tear your name .. tuckin your chain up..MC my brain up/...
Insane these lyrics i made it in finally...smokajoka666 and Daillestrebel and me...........AHHAH and i still can keyy....

they keep flippin, they keep trippin
when they hear my shit eh!
they keep trippin, they keep flipin
when hear that gansta shit eh!

You know my crew...you know we the darkest
murder ya crew...rollout like red carpets
aiiyo we heartless...wid that 22'
turn you to a carcass...wen we shoot you
I spit so ill...Battle me need a flu jab
I be giving u the current events...like a news flash
Ya garbage nigga...and ya crews trash ya styles like mike tyson...some hard puchlines
but nigga u be biting...

Startin star shine makin name while breakin fame..
Ur a 'track' cuz destined to run over u like a train..
Sex talk? he could be in bed sleepin n still not be 'sleppin'..
Its like im 'matter' of this time cause im bound to happen..
Ill dig out graveyards without gettin dirty nails..
While there's more black under urs then in county jails..
Ill explode with nodes that provoke any givin homophobe..
Standin next to a drugdealer n still not be close to dope..

im flippin kids, rippin bids, its the shit it is. .
but every time i type its just rippin kids. .
my minds empty, blank, im on an empty tank. .
& once i stop rappin` theres no one left to thank
so thank me now, you buncha bumbs, u suck. .
& every time i think of u i think: little fucks. .

all these kats spittin battle raps in the cypher thats free...
Keystyle about a topic or some shit on your mind see...
if you wanna battle hit up front lines or i guess just spit it hear lemme drop a verse for you so i can make myself more clear...
Insane is my game from a Dame to Notreiaty...Eyin me...
my boy be playin for the Big leagues we'll all be paid..
fly to hawaii and get laid in the sun by a hula maid...
I mean livin the good life fuckin the natives good...
payback for when we had to scrap reppin the hood...
how fights i been in counting seems pretty pointless..
slap boxed with my boys and shit when we were jointless..
cause we smoked it all up so we'd just to slap happy for days..
I learned my ways in the street and found out crime pays..
Learned the ways of stashin product inside the lining of your vest..
who to sell to and who was shady get put you under arrest..
fuck the rest i make money any way i can....
moms a fuckin teacher and dad only make 40 grand...
lower middle class Urban kiD grown up round plenty gangs..
learned the signs the ways the colors many thangs...
i love freestyle i could change topics and keep flowin..
but the freestyle cypher i seem to be hoeing...
so i'm a let the rest of you key c mon dawg its fun..
the rule don't think of a single line you spit not one.....

yo
crackheads love my lines cus theyre all dope/
and homos in jail love my bars cus i drop em all day n i aint talkin bout soap/
the lyrically inclined flow is a dyme/
meanin in my shit while yall just spit wat you find/
its deep shit spit when i sit and i rhyme/
and sometimes that crazy shit that sends chills down your spine/
im by myself im the lemon and the lime/
i give cats "Goosebumps" like R.L Stein/
these wack acts claim to stay hot on tracks/
well ill tie you to the train tracks and hit you wit bats till you collapse/
nebody claimin they better then me they deserve slaps/
and if you still beleive step to this and serve that

keyin again never to win cause i battlin...
warin you how i do see my tale rattlin..
i'm like snake eyes i take all your cash..
produce that shit like damon dash...
hehe keystylin is what i love but spittin live is my life..
like Oj droppin a black glove after i stick in the knife...
my ryhmes i just key fuck all that other shiit y'all spit..
it don't gotta make sense it release stress thats y i do it..
it don't gotta be the truth i could claim that i'm black...
i could tell you i suck and ryhming skillz are what i lack..
i'm an army veteran on a straight attack..that was whack..
but you get my point so let s get this shit back...
to the flow which is dope like the drug yet i'm free..
from all that shit system give a fuck if you test me...
you ain't got nothing on me why you think i deal X...
cause i drive nice cars...i mean flex the lex....
Yo check it i ain't dealin i'm killin the mic...
callin out on the cyph any contender i like...
it christmas motherfucker so oh holy night..
holy shit that boy spits tight shit thats rite..
but not diet the wordplay quiet killer on the western front..
hate front like i'm chill cut it up dog and roll the blunt..
i got crazy niggas on my side down to anything...
can a white boy say nigaa i can when referin to my team..
my boys...phat pack and rep LF IJL and shit in Turn..
you rapper community mofos cannot fuck with me when will you learn........merry x-mas

when i stay right, i break mics, never sweatin stage fright
i hate life, nah i hate living, forget what im saying, not worth remembering
my rhyme stash'll have your asshole squinched up in your pants
when i act brash i hit fast with intentions to devestate your hands
i hate what you write, i hate what you spit
my lyrics burn mics, gutted and turnin round on the spit
i rip mcs with tactical degrees in fahrenhiet and celsius
this flows to hot for me, who else wants to melt with us

TheUnderated postin a little too much......
This aint a diss, it was on my mind Fucks..
Better chance Sittin than Flyin' Ducks........
T.U. dance?....kid better find'a crutch.........
Beat pulps wit like a re-winding touch.......
Put herbs back in place a grinding clutch...
The death threat you signed is tough........
Time for Tech, your nose an eye ta stuff....
Fillin' this cyph wit infections and such.......
Killin' this dyke wit weapons no bluff..........
Thinks he found a protection wit gloves.....
But His Fists show him objection to love.....
Shame you hadda be subject of my snubb.
No Game you'll never rub Tech witta slug...

peace

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As a Kid i Grew up on Writin Graffiti...
Just block Letters on my Blocks,Was shitti...
But Know Blocks Add Up and Now Im Always...
Starin at the passin Burned up cart ways...
With my Paint stained hands twistin everywichway...
Some say the day of Graffiti has come to an end...
But As Transit Police still Run
The boys With Cans Write Again And Again...
It was my Crayon Box was full of scissors and homework...
Now my backpacks littered with pics of my latest put up...
My Rap Sheet Gains me Respect, Two Arrests and Many Charges...
A Misled Youth, Menace to the Troops in Blue, God Hardend...
Mastered What little respect is gained in Jailhouse Letters...
These Toys Only now Give me respect for fallen Pieces....
My Pen in hand was a masterpiece but now just Street Folklore
And Street Bits,n,Peices....

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We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office
Aesop.

heheh i flow on this shit tech cause sadly no one else can...
your whole flow right there just proved my point man...
you should really not freestyle about a fucked up insane clown..
who keyes so many freestyles people tell him to slow down..
this is my cypher anyone who thinks that can hang thats fine..
but igot a feelin most of these kids aint just keyin evry line..
and if they are thats kool cause it don' sound like random thought..
which means i more lyrically inclined..lyrically fit....u thought..
u could take me up i tend not to see it bystander to your shit..
and i lit every mic i every touched wordplay mad never once bit..
people call my shit weird abstract and too damn complicated..
take that shit as a compliment nah i aint spent that just means that i made it..
never cared if muthafuckers felt me since day one gonna bust regardless sun..
chilin righting made texts while i flow freestyle multitaskin no thats a dun..
a don in case you don't get my accent yet i accent my point so you can't miss it..
never lost it always flossed and yet from day one they do nothin but dis it ..
freestyle fanatic check the sig make a whole CD freestyle like some say Big..
did i dunno if i believe that shit... anyway i'm done now if ya'll can believe it..
and it you wanna flow against me tech in not a battle..i'm down..
but inever stop keyin cause i'm an insane JOker...not a clown...one

This is the freestyle thread sonny....dont post pre-writtens
Shit half your punchlines are 10 times softer than 3 kittens
Now you watch me spittin, heart stops he's bittin', me livin'
T.U. beat tech who's he kidden? fool mafucka i be shittin
Wit tha simplist rhyme...i sit back and just crinkle ya rhymes
Talk about Joke? I merked your whole crew, yes even Smoke
Ya right long lines from throat, but ya flow is all outta hope
nothin left but you multies and vocab, but ya structure is so sad
try'ta keep lines even, talk rough but you think ppl beleive it?
Changed up scheemes so it's that easy ta beat yer ass clean
Cause when I'm lookin' at ya skill I start to see it's real Lean
Thin, down to da bone, thats all thats left you should go home
Only time you are what you say alone, is when you have a clone

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