FREESTYLES IN HERE - OPEN CYPHA THREAD

[dropbomb]

thnx man u can free on it 2 if  ya wanna ait
keep em comin wif hot flows ait much respect    ;-)

[dropbomb]

TO BE A GOOD MC YOU GOTTA BE ELECTRIFIYING,
MAKE YA LUV 4 THA GAME PURE AND UNDYING,
HAVE UR RHYMES ALL BE LYRICAL GEM STONES,
THAT COULD DESTORY OPPOSITION IF THEY THROWN,
AND IF ALONE COULD MAKE USE OF VOCABULARY,
BUILT UP AND ARRANGED SO THAT ITS SCARY,
TO ALL MC´S WHO THINK THEY CAN DECEIVE,
MAKE EM BLEED UNCONTROLLABLY WHEN U LEAVE,
BUST ALL SORTS OF RHYMES LIKE U MADE OF CRAYOLA,
IF U GET GOOD, U MAKE MORE MONEY THAN COCA-COLA,
SO DONT MAKE URSELF ANTI-EVERYONE ELSE,
CUZ THE ONLY THING THATLL GET YA IS A PUNCH IN THA MOUTH.

;-)

[TnT]

Declaration...

Dbomb u tite...

"HAVE UR RHYMES ALL BE LYRICAL GEM STONES,
THAT COULD DESTORY OPPOSITION IF THEY THROWN,
AND IF ALONE COULD MAKE USE OF VOCABULARY,
BUILT UP AND ARRANGED SO THAT ITS SCARY,
TO ALL MC´S WHO THINK THEY CAN DECEIVE,
MAKE EM BLEED UNCONTROLLABLY WHEN U LEAVE,
BUST ALL SORTS OF RHYMES LIKE U MADE OF CRAYOLA,
IF U GET GOOD, U MAKE MORE MONEY THAN COCA-COLA, "

I´m workin on sumthin,I´ll post it later, want your opinion..

TnT out...

[dropbomb]

thnx man i try and yea i be waitin for ya rhyme ait
u knw tht i am new to this site only only  days si o guess i have to say this
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i´m new to this site// but i´ma drop one soo tight// that i be gettin hits// on this bitch// all day and all night/ / i´m like a train mothaf***a// and i´m comin through// this shit´s insane mothaf***a/and i ain´t even on part 2//do you know what i mean?// the motherf***in second verse// or do ya´ll just make one// and then rewrite and rehearse//
this is the birth of the BOMB//phat rap that´s smoother than lotion/i brake you down like erosion//vocab´s more vast than the ocean flowin// so how you s´posed to defend// when all i gotta do is just press send// looks like you could use a friend// with a hand he can lend// and how the f*** you s´posed to defeat my freesytle// you better retreat cause this shit sicker than west nile

[dropbomb]

Rhymes Pistol Whip like Pit Bulls Bite
Whip don´t make ya die, then scarred for life

Vacuum Seal Baggies Keep the Product ripe
You can call me Bob Barker Cuz the Price is Right

The Time Is Right, Polluntant Minds is Hyped
Got these KIdz brainwashed ta puff blunts ´n´ pipes

Stackin cash loan shark, Intrest on the rise
Entrepreneural mutha f***a by no surprise

This Plan Devised
Got myself disguised

Family cries, if you jackin on my supplies
On any come up cat, or the SCORPION.

Stay on yo game, don´t end up like my man zoo
jacked by ex-step daddy 9 g´s, 2 clones, pair a air max shoes

Its like deebo on friday, keep these come ups out
Leaks on a canteen, spreads, like word a mouth

now they drive by late at night, casin yo house
keep a gauge by the door, and one in the belt
my girls got a 9 in her sock, snub nose in her blouse
smoke you like U was medical an I was David Chappel

All this Paranoia its so hard ta tell
If this lifes a reality, or this reality´s jail
Price ta pay ta unvail this american dream
go from crooked ta legit in one business shceme
no errors wit my paper cuz the books is clean
every seqeutial bill hits tha washing machine
neva do no dirt on the block i got dirt ta be grindin
retired by thirty on 10% intrest in tha caymon islands

[dropbomb]

i dunno what is happenin to me i am losin it
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listen here/
u can call this an whatever, u look at it, it seems so simple/
do not release this info, toungue cuts u up/
lets skip to the next one, cause this aussie is nuts/
like a redneck-trucker-packin´ a double-barrel-shot-gun/
too many skills, Im potentially dangerous/
like an infant holding an open bottle of pills/
potentially-wasted/
this kid appears on every hitlist worldwide/
and your girl has got me at number one on her wish-list/
she feels my sex-vibes/
I get bored of talk that concentrates on AK´s and Tech Nines/
blinded, u cant see me when i bust cause of-the-way-my-rhymes-shine/
Blister your lips/
like Lennox Lewis´s fists on Mike Tysons lips/
they never-miss/
hit the ego hard, dismantle your facade/
knock ´em all down, dont need to break a sweat to do this, cause it ain´t hard/
stop, contemplate, re-consider what your next move is/
whatever that will be, wanna challenge me, u are guaranteed to lose it/
MR WOLF, wise like an old man, dont take shit from no man/
cooler than a fan/
and if u talk shit, u better back it up with some action-man/
better put your money where your mouth is/
cause actions speak louder than words in-this-bizness/
and believe me when i tell u the pen is mightier than the sword/
when we race i always come first/
I COME FIRST ON RACE DAY/
initials spell F-O-R-D like a Ford/
whenever i shoot i score/
the field of battle is this freestyle battle board/
see a rhyme of mine, think u can match it/
if u can-not, its back to the lab for some practice/
Try and ride-on-these-rhymes, you´ll stack it.....

[Stretch]

yo MaraD, son you need alot more practice...new to writin aren´t you? anyway you need to write more complex...namean...anyway dropbomb some of your shit is written and not freestyles...why? cuz your qaulity is inconsistent...one minute you tite next your average...but your rhymes are well elevated i must say...

pz

[Anonymous]

YO Drop BOMB i dont wanna LIE but i hate your shit man for real.

[Anonymous]

i sit back stretch and yawn
then it dawns
briCKs no king he just a pawn
board by this game of life
dealt an ace, jocker, 7 , 4 and a lame ol five
its the same for everyone else is it true or is it trife
that we exist as existance or figments of braincell physics
nuero electro pulses  in our heads making us write lyrics
spinal damage, burnt liver and lost brain cells from drinking spirits
wasting too much time hardening our flows to make em liquid
best belive it
i got no regets in hip hop i´ll still live it
even if it means sagging pants make look like a kid
ignoring the achivment, acomplishment and all the good that i did
f*** that shit i love it its more amo to the shit that i spit
the more damage the more laws i broke and thank god that i did
fell in love with hip hop, myself, graff and the beats that i did
true indeed cant forget about the booze and the weed
the bitches on the jock and all the tight cyphers i killed
youngens i´ve built ,
part of my purpose in this life has been full filled
so yeah... briCK the sickest mother f***er you´ll ever know so there!



briCK

halla  


:-o

damn..i have focused so much on battling and talking bout wack mcs and forgot that i as an mc must express what i feel and yeah..i feel that shit

freestyle motherf***ers

halla

[dropbomb]

i have to say u hate my flow well suit urself
hahaha i am not here to ride dicks so f*** u ait
and while on tht u can ride my cock coz

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Is it the hate that fuels me
I don´t know but I must find out/
I couldn´t understand myself if I turned me inside out/
Cuz my flow is the hideout, but it used to be drugs
Almost overdosed, had to chug coffee to stay awake from a mug/
That was 3 years ago but its still ingrained in my cortex
Through out my life I´ve been stuck in this Vortex/
A loop of destruction, a pre-destined path
Try to to get help for my problems, but society laughs/
Play it off and hand me drugs, that just make me a drone
Zoloft, prozac, or paxel and send this shattered mind home/
Was it the things I seen, or the bull-Shit I experienced
That kept me from progressing, Everydays a blur, so I´m curious/
Only a poet has a soul, but this is strictly a rhyme
Expressing myself loud at times, yet I feel like a mime/
Struggling to sell a dime, so i can cop a real chife
Tired of this steel knife, you internet cats don´t realize this is real life/
The realest I ever spit, the realest you´ve ever heard
Could never be a nerd, the street influenced my words/
Could never tell a lie, cuz in the streets the lies catch up
Eventually ya manhoods tested, Tell me will you step up?/
Would you die for your beliefs, would you kill for ya mans
If ya boy caught a charge would you deal for that man?/
If your brother got shot, would you ride or hide in the grief?
Would you complain about your life, or use ya past to teach?/
Would you fight for ya life until ya last breath
I know I would, cuz Until Im stiff, defeat I cannot accept/
When you die there should be no regrets, I´ll look my killer in my eye
Shine my grill up and show my teeth till I die/
You gotta accept my words, cuz this is more then a rhyme
Its more then battling me on a web page, My LIFE IS HARD ALL THE TIME/
Life is like, flow, it eventually and always ends
Betta say whats real fools, cause som of us never pretend..................
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so if u don like my rhyme  well
2 bad son coz i aint goin nowere  

[dropbomb]

TO THE ADMIN/ WHY DON´T YOU LOOSE SOME OF THESE WACK MEN?/ RAPPERS POSTING TRASH, HOW THEY SOUND? I CAN´T IMAGINE/ I´M TRULY HEATED/ MAJOR LAYOFFS ARE TRULY NEEDED/ LIQUIDATION IS A MUST FOR THOSE WHO´VE UNDER ACHIEVED IT/ I´M ONE WHO CAN SPEAK IT/ THOSE WHO HATE ME EVEN BELIEVE IT/ I HATE TO BRAG, BUT IT´S LIKE A N!GGA CAN´T BE DEFEATED/ I STAND WHEN THEY´RE SEATED/ ALWAYS ONE TO STAND OUT FROM WEAKNESS/ PURE POWER WHEN I SPIT, WORDS RATTLE THE SPEAKERS/ I DAZZLE THE SLEEPERS/ GRADUATE AND BATTLE MY TEACHERS/ STOMP RAPPERS OUT, THEN PEEL ´EM OFF THE BACK OF MY SNEAKERS/ IMMACULATE FEATURES/ GETS ME a** AFTER THE THEATERS/ WOMEN, THEY LOVE IT/ LAY THE PIPE UP IN THIER STOMACH/ AN MC  COMPLETE/ ECHO´D DOWN FROM HEAD TO THE FEET(GEAR)/ PLUS I´M ILL WITH THE HANDS, MAKE YOU HEAD FOR YA HEAT.........NOT MY BEST....PLEASE REPLY OR CRITICIZE.....  
 

[dropbomb]

THIS IS STRICTLY OFF DA HEAD LIKE DANDRUF FLAKES/ BOMB. BE DAT RAPIST RIPPIN´ PANTS OFF DATES/ DON´T BELIEVE IN GIVING HUGS, DAP, POUNDS, OR SHAKES/ CUZ NOWADAYS, SHOWING LOVE JUST AMOUNTS TO HATE/ I POUND THE FAKES/ WITH STEEL HAMMERS, ROUNDED STAKES/ SKIP TOWN JUST BEFORE THEY GET FOUND IN LAKES/ I LOUNGE WITH SNAKES/ CAUTIOUS, WITH AN OUNCE TO BAKE/ JUST A GRIMEY N!GGA´S VIEW/ LET ME SPIT IT TO YOU/ ONLY LABEL THEM YA FAM IF THEY LIVING WITH YOU/ EVEN THEN, DON´T BE SURPRISED IF THEY SH!T IT ON YOU/ NEVER EVER LET THE WORD "LOVE" GET INTO YOU/ UNLESS YOU LOVE YOUR SEED OR YOU´RE LOVING YOUR REVENUES/ BOTTOM LINE, CASH RULES...YEAH, C.R.E.A.M. IS THE MOTTO/ UNCLE NIMROD LETS THE COKE IN AND SCHEMES ON THE LOTTOS/ WHILE MY UNCLE FIENDS THE PIPE, I JUST FIEND FOR THE BOTTLE/ SPITTIN´ RHYMES FOR MY CATZ WHILE WE FEEDIN´ ON TACOS/ WEITHER SLEEPING WITH THE HOOD RATS OR SLEEPING WITH MODELS/ CHINK IS NEVER SPRUNG ENOUGH TO GO SKEET IN THEIR C0CK HOLES.............

[dropbomb]

WHATEVA´S ON YA MIND, WRITE IT/ ROLL YOU A BLUNT AND LIGHT IT/ THIS IS FOR EVERYONE, EVEN DUBBSTAR´S INVITED/ NO ROOM FOR BEEF IN HERE/ SHARPEN YA TEETH IN HERE/ LAY A VERSE OR CRITICISE MY MASTERPIECE IN HERE/ USE THIS TO STRAY FROM WAR/ HIP HOP WAS MADE FOR MORE/ I´M ALL ABOUT RIPPIN´ YOU CATS, BUT I LIKE CHASING WH0RES/ WHO DOES´NT WANT THE a**?/ THE CASH TO COP MORE HASH/ JUST CUZ YOU´RE UNDERGROUND DON´T MEAN THAT THEY WON´T DROP YO´ a**/ YOU GOTTA KEEP IT GRIMEY/ NO DOUBT, THE TOWNSHIP ALEXANDRA DEFINE ME/ BUT VERSATILITY IS WHAT WILL MAKE THESE LABELS SIGN ME/ THE UNDERGROUND IS COOL/ BUT SO ARE MARBLE POOLS/ WITH B!TCHES SLOBBIN´ AND DROOLIN´ LIKE THEY´RE RETARDED FOOLS/ I WON´T DEPART WITH JEWELZ/ THE INDUSTRY WON´T BUDGE ME/ I´LL GET THE CASH REGARDLESS OF HOW STREET N!GGAS JUDGE ME/ THIS IS GETTING UGLY/ I DON´T MEAN FAKE MC"S/ I´M SPEAKING ON HOW YOU RAPPERS JUST LOVE TO CRUSH THE ART/ HATING CATZ THAT MADE IT AND NOW THEY CRUSH THE CHARTS/ TO ME, IT´S THEM MC"S THAT´S SPITTING THE TOUGHEST BARS............

[SaladTosser]

used to be anonymous
but not the anonymous bitch that left that shit
on this hit list
cos dropbomb i´m feelin´ ya/ the struggle is hard
i aint tuned to this fake world like the bunch
of retards/ workin 9-5 jobs/ stayin with mom´s
and dad´s u wouldn´t even believe all tha shit that
i had and now this anonymous bitch/
who probably sux his dad´s dick/wants to inflict shit
which he don´t know about/conflicts shit that restricts us
so f*** it anonymous WHY DON´t come out u c***

[huzzain]

yo salad  ya knokkin anonymous´s mic out of konsciousness like tyson//
huzzain the mc possessing holy lirikal powerz strong enough 2 seperate seaz in 2 like mosez //
bashing headz in iz watt im known 4//
but this tyme who nose watt ull be changing on ya face like m.jakkson//
holding silver kanz in dark alleyz bomming wallz iz my midnight hobby//but
krushing tiny roaches that rezemble anonymous is part of my klimb 2 glory //
better off when i get anonymous 2 sukk hiz wakkness off my cock//
smashing mcz repeatedly iz gettin me  props  repetitively like hits on billboardz//
yo drop flip sum more of them sharp rymz that rip mcz apart more than english made swordz//.....
IM OUT....HOLL@  :-Y  :-)  :-Y  :-Y