SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!
Please adhere to that rule so I don't have to fuck with you!
This is freestyle, so anything goes but racism.
Tear it up!
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SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!
Please adhere to that rule so I don't have to fuck with you!
This is freestyle, so anything goes but racism.
Tear it up!
nobody wanna go into a cypher with hitta
i spit so much knowledge no1 could decipher the spitta
who hot?? i betta be at the top of the list
my tongue sharp everytime i spit i split wrists
i got a nice chain its a shiny green leaf
n like devout vegetarians you dont want beef
I go by the name Algorythm,
leaven rappers without rythms, and spittin sick like eminem,
before he turned fake, back when hip-hop was underground,
now its full of bleak cats who rape, it for what its not worth,
Hip hop needs spiritual rebirth, Im the gall of the earth,
brought back to its mirth, verbal firth, got rhyme girth,
start from last to first, it goes hitta last, and Algorythm first,
leaven homos unreinbursed, from birth you been cursed,
I have a thirst, for battlin the worst, just to get rid of them,
The judgment of rem, I am the verbal transparent gem,
snappin brain stems, like bitches who short vitamin m,
Brainz is the reason why Mcs need more complexity//
Brains is what you'll see if a dude come next to me//
A flow full of tongue twistas that twist tongues off//
Lines so sick when i spit you hear them cough//
Needless to say you'll never be a threat//
My style and talent is like a concieted bitch its hard to get//
6 lines minimum?... well I spit 8//
Its only a freestyle dogg .. you aint gotta hate//
My brain, is missing a chain, but I'm not the weakest link.
If you wanna come big to me,like the titanic I'll watch ya sink.
You bitches gotta think, who's this new kid here.
Looking like I drunk a wine cooler,And spit out beer.
It's clear, that I'm here to get into battles and win.
So whenever you come against me,your career ends.
All your little friends on this site, turn to terror and fright.
To see ya left this thread, shitting ya pants all night.
I Leave MCs more holy, than christians on sundays.
Come to close and I'll burn ya worser than sun rays.
listen vertikle , with words I'll hurt ya skull I mean it
leave you in a hurse, needin surgical treatment
you talkin big thinkin you a king like, Tonnto
you about to get ya ass layed out , horizontal
Yes you got me thinkin, who's this new kid here?
spittin lines with no meanin, your rhymes unclear
you a new kid forsure, and got a lot to learn
you just got schooled kid, your marks in concern
off tha dome im prone to drones,plus tha phone and high pitched tones....
i hear this fly bitch song,she singin voice bringin much ear ringin,hearin gone.....
loose a sense and highten tha rest,cant taste no more but i know where ya ces....
i can smell in ya chest,thats whats left of this funky type mess so dont caress....
my emotions plus devotion,to this notion to move tha crowd like tha ocean.....
moves due to moonlit gravity, when tha moon is gone..worldwide tragedy.....
tha main catastrophy a masked disease, sneak a flask wit ease stop askin me.....
wheres tha trap with glass and grease,i wanna fast in greece my master piece.
Snap niggas in half like twigs, run down the block snatching off wigs from old ladies
Making them pissed even more by snacking on the candy stolen from babies
I acts kindof crazy when it turns 9 50 pm, sleep dust up in my eyes
So I ride down the beach searching for honeies to let me milk em
Shoke up the mic area like a bottle of orange juice, killed my opponents
Like OJ the Juice, tie beats like I tie my shoes, I kno what to do, let me on it
It's a democracy so let the people choose, Vote or Die
If I don't win then I'll demolish the system, I never lose
I'm stuck up in alternate multiverses, cause I'm spitting weird shit
Hope I get back to my own verses, when I finish this last mission
Mayne goh damn I'm hot, got em burnin like hot sause-
Melt ya top off, if you wanna pop off, You'll pay the cost=
I fuck wit no lames..play no games..i do my thang...let it bang-
Ya verses be stretched to connect em you need a train=
You couldn't grow to my level if you popped seeds and od'd-
Killin you like Lauren but I gotta speed up the process from slowly=
I'm like T.I, pimpin, u-dont-know-me-
You's a vet or OG, then hopefully you'll show me=
Usualyl what I thought, another rapper out slain-
I serve these feins, leave em prayin, aint playin, like they on cane=
Best believe Untouchable delivers fantastic feeds
6 lines and im the best out of these whack emcees
Fresh like homegrown weed, devilishly devouring all potential destiny
My multiez punches and everything between got U on the edge of ur seat
Tremble at my feet, I initiate beef while its raw meat
Always on the skeet skeet, and everyone always bowin to Untouch in defeat
Hydro got dudes going crazy they cant trace me//
My flow fires fools who sware to god they phaze me//
Gets this straight... mate... you wont claim victory//
I aint following your rules dont stick a scrip to me//
Jealous niggas hate me cuz of the talent god gave me//
But minds change quick when they see me row deeper then "Da Navy"//
......Shit aint gravy.......
I'm a big boy in this shit like the varsity/
when it comes to rap fuck animosity/
my flows lookin aight and yeah its all gravy/
how animosity get a forum they cant fuck wit Da Navy/
My flows ome hard like riding a bike wit out a pattle/
thats must be why main activity be scared to battle/
wack ass flows could never be while/
i kill this guys and this my first time tryin to freestyle/
I come fresh, like zest, ya'll knoe Ekonomix, best.
I'm a sick emcee, who couldnt have guessed.//
rising to the top slowly but surely, soon to be there.
no matter how i do it, u wont think its fair.//
but i kill emcees for fun, write verse for nothin,
Like poker im in the best position, on the button.//
Ekonomix, a thug, fill ya chest with slugs.
I walk into the room, haters, leave nothin but shrugs.//
And if thats all ya'll got.
then well, its just all ya'll fault//
meh quick shit
~1
repping the hall now gotta be big
all i do is go behind the house and hit up a cig
i rip your hair off your head like its a wig
just go platinum like slim thug
tell my teachers that i dont give a fug
smack a whore like its a bug
i kill you with my ak 47
leave so many niggas into heaven
make them fly like a bird
now u niggas just heard
from the best in this buisness rewind
Rewind... Rewind the tape and listen to yaself again//
The kid that told you you could rhyme he aint ya bestfriend//
Ya lines dont flow them lyrics dont blend//
Keep yaself in perry hall and dont rhyme a again//
The only birds I see flying is a flock... all the females in ya family//
Spit some shit at me and I'll garantee I'll hit harder then gravity//
(Wack but still better then him)
K
Im rockin mad flows like a girl on her period
im droppin lame ass MCs like MJ almost did his kid
off tha balcony,dont see why people are so anal
it was just a baby!
by the end of my flow i,ll have proved to be better than you
my gangsta shit,not this technical lyrical shit,
the stuff i spit makes your subliminal disses omitted and not hit
i got tha BRAINS,BRAWN,and tha LOOKS
if kickin flows was a crime my ass would be in a car with the handcuffs
on death row,for kickin mad flows,with my fucked up mind and my low blows
its plain too see
Rox the ruler
king of da streets
cap niggas like salaries
silencer on the barrell keep it quiet
only dimes know about my protien diet
this chick name valarie
on my dick makin me lose calories
takin a tour on her tounge
like i was in a art gallery
hey dude from the B X u dont got to diss people above you
that was soft but ill lie and tell you i loved you
and thats all i got to say bout battle rappin
why you guys fulfill your dreams i tell niggas what happens
crack open a dutch and fill it wit your choice
but first lick that paper like you sucking dick get it moist
then pearl her up and click a flame
and let that smoke go up and get in ya brain
and pass it off too brainz two hot sisters
man your hard, how original man look at his 2pac pictures
... Subliminal Criminal Iller Than Those Little Willow Spickles
... Fickle Crystals Wit Pistols To Minimize The Mandibles
Bite-size Rhymes Wit Columbine Tech Nines That Disect Lives
Minature Disguise...To Even Fool Mystique And X-men Dies
Its Simple Wit Pencils To Jot Down Somthing Thats Meaningful
... Surely! Da Temples Got Gurly Mentrals To Pop Off Period
Bitch Moves Wit Women Features To Spark Off Eriee Myriads
dude you keep your head glued to websters to come up with that jumble
cause if you was really nice with this shit you would've stayed humbe
and your not going no where you have no rap career
cause you got to appeal to people you got no beans you cant feel that in the air
you got to dumb down for your audience didnt u listen to black
you need to treat that lp like a seminar and take notes where you lack
and come back with something that explains your fasination with rabbits
and the internet is your best friend and your girl you masturbate with her
youve never tapped it
Uh...postin in the wrong area dumbass.Quote:
Originally Posted by B. rantis
its a freestyle like the forum allows...its just dirrected at your sorry ass
Algorythm, spits shit that commits quick verbal killings, when he hits,
the ceiling, revealing what i was consealing, realin in the real,
hit harder then structuralized vandium steal,
Im francium when it hits oxygen, when im battlen, explode over you and all the phytopathogen, sadistic jin, who battles with rituals learned from the twin kin of yin ro,
extract my original sin, rip mics like a heteroceral fin, kill violently like germans from west Berlin, begin to bring out the Christ from within, leaven you chagren, unlike this Huckleberry Finn, rip through your artificial skin, I've been crazy, punchin chins, stab your flesh with 10 clothespins, dipped in my own actual sins, trap you in the atkins, flour bin, as I dance to the worlds smallest violin, in the caravan inn, with 10 drunk gypsies, typsy we cast voodoo untoo you, like you were from Kalamazoo,
I brought over the asian flu, tried and true, red and blue, fuck that stop rap or get shot at, by this imaginary gat, thats not really there, like Urge4mo's combat, ahaha,
become flat, before you become phat, this bitch is queer like loveshack.
Ok so it's my turn and i decided to put a halt to dude/
His drop sucked and it really seems like he put some thought into it/
He come into the thread and spit all this absurd stuff/
Usin a couple words that he never even heard of/
Next time think long and hard about yo shit before you spit it/
And I don't care I just hope you can handle a critic//
Just had to brush up. Thanks for the target practice
i'm constantly upgrading my words and knowledge for the better//
looking for the fame and glory, definately a money go getter//
attack me, i attack you, i didn't come for beef but wont back down//
just to let you know i can come however and whenever, i ain't no clown//
this white boys crazy, he sure got lyrical talent beyond belief//
he must be really hungry, cause everything on his plate he eats//
respect and be respected, don't doubt talent by race or color//
you never know where the next man came from, we all brothers//
Ye we was sittin by the bar tryin ta bling
And as the glasses ting
Im thinking a one thing
This girl cross the bar is rockin that tounge ring
This might sound wrong but I wanna make that girl sing
Have her harminizein ta biggies BIG POPPA
Have her for one nite so u know I’mma rock her
Then the next morning when I wake up I’mma drop her
But then I think twice these rich hoes want it proper
So I call her nex day she say wanna do it again
She say this time u n me n I’ll bring a friend
My eyes light up n I say ye I’m in
In the hustlein game dogg true pimps always win
ima pipe ya bitch then knife ya chick/
like O.J simpson fight the bitch/
cram my dick in her mouth wit anger and agility/
you wouldnt be sicker then me wit a aids pationt disability/
i twist the mic, manipulate these ryhmes like a psycic
The Climax on top and you know that you like it
when i enter this game, and put you other rappers to shame
they gone call me the prodigy son, that finally came
ima start a revolution, and heres the conclusion
Raps gone down, and im here as a resolution
im the dopest for ya it hopeless
think you can step u'll straight get wrecked
dont disrespect now check this
another site starting to get more peeps someone is always on
weve got some pretty good cats
check it out some wack cats to for all u newbs
www.hip-hop-world.com
The Brainz behind this extrodinary masterpiece//
Out of the ordinary I shine during and after the feast//
Ciezed the talent that layed eyes on you
..................................... good luck wit the beast//
The Beast is I and if you decide to survive You will be deceased//
No longer a feared or clear image just a bliss to me//
Not a mystery. no more of you. I'll just erase ya history//
Listen G thou time has come sonnner then expected//
If I ever discoverd jewels on ya I would have kept it//
Your a shame to your hood you no longer can rep it//
Ya lameness was a virus but you was the only one infected//
(Bitches Ha)
Im Flaming gats,bullets,no pause full attack
getting so much of a buzz of tha piff im gonna have a heart attack
only hang out with real Gs
i got no room to be stabed in tha back
its quite alright
i'll be here all night
put another rock in..have a smoke of tha pipe
a puff of tha piff,block of tha hash
im here to make friends
im here to SMOKE
and KICK SOME ASS
i feel as if i have nothing to gain in this world that's stuffed full of pain
this life tought me several lessons now i'm gonna school the game
get a plan to get ahead of these fools and lames
not abiding by rules doing whatever i feel i need to each day
moneys slow and i'm no baller i don't keep pay
just like a bad call in football i'm wanting a replay
feel like the soldiers that fought in Normandy on D-day
caught in emotions constantly floating trying to be the dominant factor
prominent and yet confident rapper putting fakes to rest
feeling the greatest stress man i hate this mess
I ain't gonna rest, until I get this off mah chest/ Rip little bitches like you ta shreads and greet you to yah death/ You wanna call somebody out, cause I'll take that shit collect/ Talk about a long distance between you and the best/ Cause I don't practice battles, I battle for practice/ Just for little bitches like you that call me out to get yah ass kicked/ Step ta me and yah gonna get smacked in the lips/ Knock you around with them lyrical backflips/ You think you're a top dogg, but I dont give a shit/ You're the one that started the battle and I'm the one ta finish it/ Like a stock Honda, yah rhymes are just weak/ Before yah drop anything wipe the cum flakes off yah cheak/ And when I spit mah shit sit down when I speak...
My enemy is sent to be, set to plot against me,
verbally test thee, until I reach an untolerable degree,
of my verbal testimony, there will be no rest homie,
out at Bismark sea is where thou shall battle me, this holy emcee, chooses not to agree, like luke and the darkside, to decide to be cast aside by, enemy of me,
which to this day remains to be the one you see,
from a lessser to a higher degree, more or less, bless,
i read evil passages, to curse demonic savages, I ravage his, scripture,
and leave him with terrible stritures, laid up in a strecher, in a very crital condition,
for being read this mathmetitions verbal preachings, Im the master of arts in teaching ancient language, tearing human flesh, kicking rhymes that bang like ledesh, easily the best, leaving fakes with cardiac arrest, depressed with defeat, you now seek to begin the quest for the meek, I possess black magic, that cleanses wack tragic, shaken rappers off the edge of the universe, dispersed like the cursed Eve, on the qui vive,
I strike with plans to decieve, lie and backstab, for bio labs, contain my true DNA, the king of molecules, to be implanted in the heads of youths.
Man most yall rhymes are fake, Damn yall just a descrace//
I will put mace to ya face, Because you descrase ya own race//
Havin cum drip off ya face, Man forget it you in space//
Internet thug, Or internet gangsta, Rollin around here like a wanna be wanskta//
Man you start to blush when the little girl shanks ya//
You get Embarrest because you inherit, The wrong skills//
Man you repeat shit like a farrit, My punches are stronge kills//
i over load my punches and make you Drop dead//
Man you a soft bitch, Soft like bread//
Man ya shit went to ya head, After you got beat in ya bed//
Man ya shits wack instead, Of workin ahead of the fed//
So stop tryna be loyal like the local goverment//
Man thinkin he got magic powers kids tryna hover it//
freestyle this and freestyle that, Man just stop the rhyme sceme//
Keystyle this and keystyle that mister king?, I dont like ya shine theme//
Man rippin out my obilical cord wont even make me hurt you one bit//
Because my verse will take you down in jsuit about only one hit//
kickin verses like you the king?, Tryna kick dis shit its gone stop//
i killed dis kid for rollin up on me, because i was at the pawn shop//
kickin rhymes to where it shines, Like kickin rocks in ya face//
man dis is gone be ya last meal, So say ya grace//
Brainz u think ur hardcore cause ur fagget ass is flyweight / ill splatta ur brainz and bring you down to noweight / dam homz be-easy, slow down u'll end up pushin my weight / make you talk like a fag with subject dat dont relate / U stepin to my rank / loosing u betta believe in / cause when you’re against this angel the other half is a lyrical demon / I restrict you from breathing / shit you going a mile / and I be speeding with rival that can be free-in / but you aint got it like that / so stop believing / don’t hate on other style / cuz ill drag u without touchin u as far as a mile
I'm from a cannibal-sector..when I handle-the-heckler..
I leave niggas masked up like Hannibal-Lector...
Don't think the kid ain't got tools-tucked-man..
I roll around wit 3 K's..I call 'em the Ku Klux Klan...
Niggas wavin 'round tecs like niggas on the block-ain't-got-guns..
Where I'm from..niggas'll roll up..stop..cock-and-pop-guns...
I shot-guns..while in a black Marauder ridin shotgun..
Never hit weed..takin shotguns wit a hoe ridin my shotgun...
I got-ones son..see I put spinners on G6's..
I'm from detroit..my niggas keep the D like we the Pistons...
I'm in the starting five..cuzzo..I never ride benches..
When I break necks..I leave hanging head down like lynches..
let me leave a piece to rock you, words stapped like a gat.
all cats be hearing pack pack, duck dont turn your back.
get laced these words lacerate blood on your shirt not paint.
bitch i taint just met an yet your feeling quite faint.
this is how word perfect needs to aquaint, so , u recognize.
my spit toxic venom to make you quit suprise, i as your demise.