Fischer Price: My First Freestyle...
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Wed Feb 12, 2003 @ 11:05pm |
 Coolness: 194135 | thread is bastardized AGAIN, i realized
haters sniff enough K to get lion tranquilized even though this doesnt leave me slightly surprised this thread i dont wanna see demised exorcized so i get more lines and rhymin words verbalized this thread needs more rhymes to be revitalized and while battles fade in zone demilitarized i surfaced when dire need arised noratized the official flowin blueprint. as i get red lines on the white surface of the orbs in sockets of my eyes from all of this exotic ganja i just vaporized grabbed the mic and the crowd organized and galvanized. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Czarkastik replied on Thu Feb 13, 2003 @ 6:29pm |
 Coolness: 149115 | YOYOYO as much as I respect you tryin to keep the rhyme alive
stop editing you're posts after you drop your lines that shit is mad weak and it shows that you lacking the skills on the mic that keep karl marx macking all fly spots across this globe i put the ill sounds up in your earlobe so as word is bond and i drop my lyric i never go back and edit it wooooooorddddd. y'all betta come back with some uncut jive if this bomb-ass thread is ever gonna survive zeev, alex, nter and all you chumps i take you all out with my eevil kneeevil stunts while you all playin' twister with your moms i be on the mic droppin' these atomic bombs. all up in your CNS like I was serin gas y'all hater-haters die while my shit'll ill last peace in the middle east yo. !One Love |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Thu Feb 13, 2003 @ 7:35pm |
 Coolness: 685700 | Yo, you sound like a white kid who hit high school n turned black
Weak wisecrack, I know, but now I won't hold back 'cause I'm a ministrel cannibal an I'm a kill you like cereal I'm serious and delerious and you'll never notice my sickle I cut ya neck, leave you achin' and dyin' Don't bother tryin', I'm a walk away while you expirin' I'm ageless and callous an' I leave you wit necrosis Jus' rottin' like lupus, I'll carve you up an leave you skinless ain't gonna weep, 'cause I'm tha grimm reapa The keepa of death and the masta of horror the skinner a skinny skinheads with a steak knife rife with strife like a cheatin' housewife I won't behave, and I think I need a shave I've run outa things to say on this post on ravewave I look at my diskman and it says shockwave Shit's all in good fun and I hope you forgave. :) |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» G__ replied on Thu Feb 13, 2003 @ 8:17pm |
 Coolness: 141475 | DON'T YOU...leave your girl un.a.tended
cause when you find us, you off.en.ded, cause she'll be folded and bended, with my dick in her ass looking lower middle class, while i'm jacking that shit, i'll be smokin' grass from the glass, not brass, bo ng o, she says no?, no not never yo, don't front, my shit is a hit, don't throw a fit cause you ain't got thees steez, i make jelous men out of killa beez, so baby, tea bag my balls and ride on DEEEEEEEEEEEEZ, git on yo kneeeeeez, i'm a 49 year old sleeeeeeez, with dick cheese, so open up and say thank you please. but wait one minute, my limeric rhyme time is only finite, it will come to and end, but in my wake will start ONE trend, and that is.... fuck gordo, what is wrong with you??? you fucking FREAK!!! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» nter replied on Fri Feb 14, 2003 @ 2:33am |
 Coolness: 92605 | tipsy s got da ill rymes
meth this, meth that fuck this fuck that Im a rapper, look at me I look like I fell down the ugly tree! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Fri Feb 14, 2003 @ 4:55am |
| Coolness: 194135 | muthafuckin long day at work,
and then a joint, supper of salad and pork, and straight to the point: as i reminisnce about them good time at sharx (hi fred!) suddely i feel the need to address karl marx (cut dread?) notice one-line posters no longer bark (they fled) so i take in air and on the mic spark (and then you dead) so ya noticed them edit rhymes? aint that fine but you gotta look a lil closer at the stamp of time posted like ten seconds before eleven-six-o-nine and the edit button was pressed, no countersign twenty seconds later. mah flow redefined? whaat? sheeit, i musta been erasin my whole rhyme i musta rewrote it all from limbs to spine covering mah crime, deleting line after line cuz im just so fast when on mah chair recline spit them lyrics swiftly, words intertwine and i'm tired and i wanna sleep but still i rhyme in another hour ill see the sunshine by the way i wanna say this in underline: __to_the_SiZZLiN'_honeys_on_this block:_happy_Valentine_:)__ as i think about eternal matters at the waterline, battle lyrics and love i combine. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Fri Feb 14, 2003 @ 10:37pm |
| Coolness: 194135 | bump!bump!bring the thread up one tiiiime |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Czarkastik replied on Sat Feb 15, 2003 @ 8:28pm |
| Coolness: 149115 | Yo when I'm on the type I blow up the zone
Cause on the mic I'm on a level all alone Try to trace my IP but my cover ain't blown Cause I always change the chip on my sketch celly phone Yo I own this shit while you takin' it on loan You bitches soft like foam I be hard to the bone Slammin' hard tek when I get up like Thomas Krome Look up to me kiddies cause I be full grown Original vocalinguist y'all just be cloned my shit is fucking classic like Fred Flinstone You grabbed the mic and all the listeners groan Cause you can't even borrow the ill shit I own While I wanna get baked then I roll a ill cone Kick back in my chevy and get fucking stoned Cause I'm committing crimes like Al Capone You a face in the crowd and I'm well known To rip up shit on this fucking microphone So step up to me I bust a boot in your tailbone Cause a good ass thrashing I will never postpone Like the verbal tongue lashing I deliver from my throne These words fuck you up like sticks and stones But aint writing no children's poems I start a revolution like in Sierra Leone I got fucked up hair that I never comb Bitches say my BO smells like expensive cologne Spit lyrics like I was raised in a mental home I put you down and kick your ribs while you lie there prone Cause I be smooth like butter on a fucking scone So watch me hang you up like a dial tone My back is always watched by my boy Simon He's a one man army like Sylvester Stallone We the illest combo since Stockton and Malone I got sweet and sour styles like i'm honey dijon So don't even step up if you can't hold your own Don't even come out bitch just stay at home Cause I blow up this shit like I fucking trombone !one love please. just step up. just try. SOMEBODY. have some guts in thisss mooofffuccka. I crush your nuts on this mofucka. word is bond! !one love |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ApR1zM replied on Sun Feb 16, 2003 @ 12:32pm |
 Coolness: 164910 | first of all you aint a hacker
youre more of a whacker shit talker trying to get a little higher by writing stuff lower shit thrower dont even go there you nowhere get back on track while youre off that crack |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» da_instagatah replied on Sun Feb 16, 2003 @ 4:12pm |
 Coolness: 144340 | olee, i can't believe you actually had the guts to stand up to that... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Fri Feb 21, 2003 @ 12:28am |
| Coolness: 194135 | while during the night i skins hit,
many attempts are made to attack my shit yo but i get back up in there, and my rhymes commit make haters with no brain split, cuz they simply can't handle it. on the real, my rhymes appeal to wit never expect from me lyrical deceit sheeit, on the other hand when my spliff is lit i admit sometimes i write lines that got nothing to do with it. toke, inhale and become mellow like that frog Kermit but most of the time, even blazed, coherently spit while others write lines of endless blah blah blah as they on the toilet go like master P - uuUUhhhhhhHHHHHH! takes no genious to bust rhymes in acapellA but can you keep that flow when the beat is on, huh? w0rd,, niggaz it's on i spit battle lyrics on this muthafuckin microphone shooting verbal slugs like i was Al Capone take your shit away and blow my horn, fuckaz. you so gay, you use eyebrow pluckaz every day. suckaz even if you pay, best believe there is no way you can outmack us. i cause so much ruckus that you hide in a pile of hay. while i twist and twirl my wordplay from the path in my rhyme never stray and you still gay cuz my rhymin skillz own all of you chumps, when i bust my flow, suckas turn red like they had mumps and after that their women i humps. step up, and you get away with major head bumps sometimes even needing heart pumps better yet, escape to your moms son, whe war is on as i fire my lyrical machine gun upon haters. accidently your head might have blown apart, but that dont matter cuz your lyrics i own now come along here, my rhymes versus y'alls info chart: its like Mos Def versus Simpson Bart like an opera versus a fart like a cannonball versus a dart think you smart? its like a metropolis versus k-mart like a Lex and a motherfuckin shopping cart yo i can rip your loosely knit rhymes apart with my tight flow, y'all know, state of the art as i rhyme, to smoke another joint i start and my shit nobody can thwart booooooyah! aaaight, here's the deal, you feel? split now and i wont crush you under my heel dont even try to flood me with your lack of skillz cuz im amphibian moffucka, breathing through my gillz sheeit shoot up haters, take they money and pay my bills when i bust a line, give you mad chills, for real and while you take mad pills i practice the aim of my steel stinger. although im a peace bringer and have mass appeal, sometimes im a mean-ass gun slinger bling blinger even after im out, i linger im so underground, all 5-0 and haters see, is my middle finger when it comes to girls, im a smooth swinger clitoris ringer *ring*ring*ring*, *ring* until a volley of orgasms i bring ka-ching! my tongue skillz makes honeys cling to my digi-gigi-digi-dong-ding 24/7/12 i'm like a summer fling feelin' like a motherfuckin king like a bunny during spring yes, i said spring bunny and unlike your man, my dick aint tiny did i hear correct, do you want some of that, honey? go and leave your kid with nanny, or ship off to granny so that i can take a dive into your pounani. that last rhyme right here made me smile cuz it was mad funny as i roll some afghani light a J, my zippo be shiny. and i feel like declaring peace. much tension accumulated although not as much as the number of honeys i dated spittin mean lines my aggression dissipated and on top of that i just smoked and i faded. ain't jaded enough to keep givin it to y'all rough. and despite the fact that my style is tough, i relax as doobies i puff. smoke the good stuff feels especially refreshing after i dive in muff, huff'n'puff, no bluff i tell on the mike. grab it like a pike and attack the DJ with it like i was a strap-on wearing dyke. make him go 'yikes' and from the booth hike, grab a record like a shield ha! gotcha like i was Rodney Dangerfield yo make the crowd laugh with just one dumb paragraph by the way for countless hours of oral sex till lips chaff could y'all thank your honeys on my behalf? riff raff and i even got a photograph of the bedroom staff. alas i digress again into world of sex dont get me wrong, i dont flex humbly drivin my lex but when i see a hot honey, im like a T-rex natural reflex can't resit bringing them into my duplex its like something shorted out in my cerebral cortex and after some forework with finger index i reach for that hat made of latex and insert vertex. shiit, its hard to stay away from that topic. but y'all know my flow's kaleidoscopic and at this point my energy to rhyme - microscopic eyes phase into being telescopic and i see stuff like lights were stroboscopic i get visions of islands in tropics so clarity of vision i seek gotta take a leak and sleep. cuz it's midweek rest is vital for physique. last night i trained my obliques looked like a weird twistin' freak but again of the wrong things i speak vision bleak and i needs to go, but remember, and i think you know: i be ownin all o y'all yo you cant replicate my flow just accept yourself as my echo and pass along your ho. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» greatjob replied on Fri Feb 21, 2003 @ 2:57pm |
 Coolness: 282565 | Pass along that ho, you know she gotsta go when were finished with her. We never can be sure if she was skeamin like a demon not too long ago. But like I said Host one puts down the strongest type flow. Its illin, revealin' my styles on time, so I can get the go ahead to fuck with Lallas mind. The only reason that I began this weak fucking thread, is to see all you giblets start speaking over your heads, its whack. Yall dont even counter attack, its like the line your in it but the rest is all flack. Stack upon stack Im puttin it down wholesome, like the cheeba-cheeba, yeah I know you wanna roll some. Its just predictable, yall up on the pedistul actin like some big ass fools, steppin, but it aint in my direction cause Im gone.
Peace to Ze've -aka- Drumsoundkilla |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Czarkastik replied on Fri Feb 21, 2003 @ 5:41pm |
| Coolness: 149115 | You fuckers think anyone gives a fuck about what you said?
I'm so underground right here, I'm fucking dead Just cause you write a novel, don't mean you'll get read And anyways I gotta copyright on half the lines you said The other half is fucking gay shit like Club Med My mood is dark right now like Judge Dredd so I'm done with this gay battle dialogue I speak serious shit like it's a fucking synagogue I catalogue mad symptoms of illness right now I feel like shit and I don't wanna go out Don't even wanna rap these empty words And frankly, I don't smoke herbs My rhymes are rotten and infested with worms Bleeding stinking and diseased terms Scarring me like third degree burns If only I could fucking learn As I delete my own lines, bit by bit I'm no longer feeling the shit I spit Y'all can take it on to another day 'Cause right now I don't got shit to say This is an instrumental. I'm a dj. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» El_Presidente replied on Fri Feb 21, 2003 @ 5:54pm |
 Coolness: 299435 | steve check your messages |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» greatjob replied on Fri Feb 21, 2003 @ 7:42pm |
| Coolness: 282565 | oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Czarkastik replied on Mon Feb 24, 2003 @ 5:25am |
| Coolness: 149115 | Y'all haters thought this thread died
I bring it back like a fucking rewind My lyrics is guaranteed to open up your minds 'Cause I got verbs and nouns, all kinds My sphere of influence ranges worldwide Even indonesian bitches want a ride Stay up forever like I fucking handglide I kill people by poking safety pins in their eye But you know i'm nice on the inside An ill schizophrenic like Jekyll and Hyde All messed up like I was fucking tie-dyed I'm so crazy I was running by the poolside I switch directions like the tide I done the shit you ain't even tried Like last night I bought a gallon of rye I don't stop drinkin til the bottle is dry I got a death wish and I often wonder why I'm always looking on the darkside I'm on that trip you heard a million times "If you only knew what I'm thinking inside, These ill contradictions collide, A mental hell is where I reside" Well here's the solution that I fucking provide Break on through to the other fucking side Follow me bitches cause I be the guide Don't be fucking chicken like kentucky fried !one love and DON'T ANYONE be all like "oh you insulted me on ravewave" when I SEE YOU. just step up to this, right here, right now. One World. Right here. This spot.THIS is where the freestyle is at. Outside of here, it's all good. IT's ALL BADDDD |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» soyfunk replied on Sun Mar 2, 2003 @ 12:25pm |
 Coolness: 126880 | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Fri Jan 28, 2005 @ 1:01am |
| Coolness: 194135 | there be kfc across from my domicile
ghetto hood food, good for another freestyle fuck 8 mile - flow to jungalistic beats, like nile this shit needs some fresh new lines, its been a while shiiit for 2 years this been stangant since peeps spit legit its almost like everyone just said 'fuck it' and split maybe its just winter and its time to skins hit not spit but i say, doesnt hurt to do both while at it get with it - this a call out to to showcase your wit git yo assses back and do your bit raise some ruckus in this mu-tha-fu-ckin lyrical pit and show off the size of yo lyrical dick, or clit. ;) |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Choda_Bean replied on Fri Jan 28, 2005 @ 8:30am |
 Coolness: 220080 | this thread is so wack, rhymin with your fuckin fingers,
your ryhmes are more wack than american idol singers, so shut that shit up, and get off your computer, do something constructive, get your pets spayed or neutered.... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Fri Jan 28, 2005 @ 9:22am |
| Coolness: 194135 | dj dialect's dialect lacks intellect
hissin-dissin is easy as pissin, but dont neglect that he just did that same finger-rhymin thing, correct? thats a fact, for lacking tact you gots lyrically smacked :b |
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