Freestyle Yo
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 4:56pm |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Fri Oct 10, 2003 @ 5:29pm |
up in smoke as i toke tonite feelin free
clutch to pillow as i try, damn sleep eludes me as the hammer to tha head buzz fades gentlY my ability to rhyme i retrieve from mind debris put some jungle as i look up this thread's historY blow a smoke ring, rhymes run in my head properlY at some phat lines find myself nod approvinglY reading some others i cringe, page down finger jumpY but the fact that peeps embrace the peace ideologY makes wanna light another joing, G look at mirror and a happy face lookin at me and then i feel myself smile like back in elementarY. see, sometimes people tend to complicate shit to such degree that of their own spiderwebs they never break free if i was a politician then my platform would be to enforce an anti-bitching decree. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Fri Oct 10, 2003 @ 5:41pm |
Sittin' here smokin', tokin' some green kryptonite
I keep thinkin' I'd like to get my dick wet tonight but all them uptight bitches' cold like they got frost bite 'cause they don't let me hit it in their bedroom tonight |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Fri Oct 10, 2003 @ 5:52pm |
yo yo bro, dont settle for them bitches frontin,
instead, you should come with me for some pussy huntin ya gots ta filter in order to shoot yo fountain cuz for every cold bitch theres 10 worth mountin |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» toebee replied on Fri Oct 10, 2003 @ 6:37pm |
it goes on and on
never stops that shit your runnin from and it aint the cops last time you escaped you also forgot reality checks are always late too fucked to see its with yourself you faught close your eyes to the situation hurt your self, one last reaction. Hold onto your last anythings as you cant remember if there ever was an 'everything' you pull these words outof my mouth once you hear em you go "OUCH" reality checks are always late and all you do is wait and wait. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Sat Oct 11, 2003 @ 12:51pm |
reality check...suckas hit the deck
when i fire my nine over they heads correct and habitually select my weapons and my shot perfEct take a moment to kick back and on past battles reflect lessons to be learned never forget, dont neglect gots to stay direct honeys, dough and crib protect you dont possibly expect that someone will you resurrect pay the dues, sign the cheque then best turn yo back |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» bob_ replied on Sat Oct 11, 2003 @ 12:52pm |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Sat Oct 11, 2003 @ 1:00pm |
usually im mc chaos but today im zeevatronic
smoke mad chronic at the bar i grab a honey, drinkin gin and tonic and although i got a long dick i dont call it magic stick magic is for fairly tales, and im real, chick. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Mon Oct 13, 2003 @ 7:35pm |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» G__ replied on Mon Oct 13, 2003 @ 8:39pm |
I fist you sis
and I fist you mom shit this is bliss when she's ridin' MY dong so git on down and, sing that song sing it loud, like a church choir psalm |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Mon Oct 13, 2003 @ 8:57pm |
Slow it down, no rush, I gots too much on my mind
enough drugs and liquor make a motherfucker go blind So fucked I'd miss this shit if I couldn't rewind So I'm a sit down, spark another blunt 'n unwind it seems that on the inside I'm just startin' to die cause ever since the beginning I never managed to cry It's hard, livin' life when all you wanna do is just fly But no one's there to be with you, so all you do is get high It's like Im livin in hell, only a sinner can tell where I've been, where Im goin, when I finally fell People think I'm only doin' this shit 'cause I wanna rebel But I'm a spit some wikkid shit that'll put 'em under a spell |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PitaGore replied on Tue Oct 14, 2003 @ 1:47pm |
Imma non-emcee back inside the place
Twitchin like a G Spot a total waste Chillin thrillin laughin at the cosmic gate Lovin spinnin rollin with the hardest plate All you've got to do is to bring the booze Make me drunk i'll make sure to bring the ooze Verbal discretion time to let it loose Imma gonna rip the place like a freakin goof |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Wed Oct 15, 2003 @ 9:08pm |
when we blazed, wilin' out and firin' shots through the roof
you know we got all yo honeys and you need no proof mc chaos is here on the mic flowin smooth with my masta krew spittin truth in the booth them mah homies form tha jungalist scene mista spook reprezenting caffeine and ephedrine drealocked mc g-spot, also know as jack-in-thegreen all be puffin when im jackin' the green, naaa-mean? and when it comes to sexin' honeys y'all know im a machine throw em down, jump em up, and without bein obscene i bring forward my love brigantine, lean and mean make sure they over eighteen, then dispense protein. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Wed Oct 15, 2003 @ 9:23pm |
When I'm callin' bitches bitches I don't mean to demean
I'm just lookin' for some honeys that I seen in a dream but I don't mean to be mean, I just love bein' obscene Spit about fuckin' teens an' smokin' like a machine |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Wed Oct 15, 2003 @ 11:04pm |
yo spookz, you dont have to apologize to nobody
haters will always bitch, till we get em muddy-bloody takes a bit of cussin in them lines to get thru to somebody its impossible to please everybody, buddy its like one time i was sittin rhymes spittin verbals completing people listenin, and just before i was splittin some sucka starts talkin shit bout my rhymin rounds mind you that muffucka musta weighed some 4 hundred pounds so i grooved to beats, listened to the sounds wrap around, verbally beat him to the mothafuckin ground i said - dont hate me cuz you fat and hang out with rookies might wanna think about cutting down intake of cookies hey yo, looky looky, while i packin heat you be draggin yo sorry ass to buffet to eat sheeeit. while i grind with honeys, skin like silk you be gobbling down your fuckin frosted flakes with milk know your ilk, you abomination instead of sexual satisfaction you rather eat an extra ration you mashin potatoes. while i drink with babes wearin stilettos your drunk fat ass blacks out from ONE amaretto iN Da Ghetto, we known to often green vaporize so you better fuckin bow and recognize, biAtch. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Wed Oct 15, 2003 @ 11:32pm |
I spit rhyme's that's toxic 'cause I'm hooked on chronic
But I just gotta say somethin' quick, make all the pretty bitches think I'm nice 'n sick That the only connection I want is their mouth to my dick It ain't got myself a gimick, I just rap demonic About cuttin' heads off and makin' people panic It's like magic, how I end your life with a drop-kick Then I'll cut out your eyes an' give 'em a lick |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Thu Oct 16, 2003 @ 1:23am |
lick, lick, lick is what i do to a vagina
honeys get they fever high, like they had angina im da shiner, i lick they clit good till it shines then i get inspiration for rhymes as i rise, she beginnin to suck dick to the beats get my meat rock hard so i can nut on her tits under sheets, all the time i behave jst like a mcgyver always find new funky ways to insert screwdriver i be drivin her. better recognize, no defeat just bounce, bounce, bounce to the reggae beat |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Sat Oct 18, 2003 @ 4:40am |
lyrical abyss is what we about,
and haters pout, cuz we sound killas as they quickly found out it turned out, everybody on the block is lookin out, start without a doubt our intensive lyrical work out. we get high and fly in the verbal runabout, always proud, rhyme loud, inner essense dont appear without. crowd we scout, and in your mind throughout we plant lines that massive roots sprout, while on the streets we chronic tout flyer for our show hand out, so stay tuned for that timeout when we finally come out of our hideout, wisdom shout |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Sat Oct 18, 2003 @ 4:48am |
indirect-ly
i begin to flow corect tax the local block, my money collect, no neglect, im select- -ive, overly protective of my dough, enough to shoot up a detective. directive is clear enough gotta give it rough, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tough like the sound o bullet, no bluff when i puff with da crew whatcha gonna do? might as well make like a cow and go moo shoo. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Sat Oct 18, 2003 @ 4:55am |
crazy
lazy tracy sporting rusty lousy "daisy" shot a snot into a knot on mascot smoking pot flying high into the sky implied a nice supply luck then struck and in the truck the duck began to fuck. |
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