im poetic, bones collected, i leave emcees pathetic
never regret it, i leave you sleepin like you narcoleptic
leave em breathless, my wet spit, leave ya mind dissected
Test this, or get ya block broken down like Tetris
moneys invested, I beat up honeys with wet clits
Till they leave in medics, and bleed from they vaginal sections
Droppin Some Words while Glockin Your Herd
Diss me, and you'll get Shot Up For Sure
Strangle you with a dirty-smelly White T- Shirt
It Might Be Yours, sendin you on a Flight Preacher
Y'know, Up to the Heavens, Fuck With A Legend?
Best hope is to get on your knees, and Suck On A Reverend
D-I-C-K, I don't really See Why These Gay
Rappers, try to freestyle on T.I.'s B - Day
My words Confuse You, It's like they Abuse You
I'm so I'll, it's just a buncha rhymes you ain't Used Too
Mad Skill, Damn Thrilled, Fag Kills
Leavin you burned, while my Ass Chills
I'll have you Fightened, like you heard my Lightning
Whenever I'm Writing, I can also be Fighting
Damn it's Late As Fuck, I May Get Stuck
So I'm gonna have to Say Peace Up
Err, correcting myself, I actually meant Peace Out
I gotta get sleep, Ya'll know what He's 'Bout
Freestyling for some is hard thing to do obviously
My lines roll out on what ever taopic I feel I must
Like wind gust you been blown away in dirt dust
My nine bust and lay fools like you down the drain
Hollow tips fuck that shit dont get layed or strained
By the force of the verbal god named BraineZ
Its just a freestyle I aint got nothing to prove
This aint the booth fuck you dudes Im gone poof
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Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily
~Big Pun~
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity fillin
Insanity's building up pavillion in my civilian
The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing
A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss
Forever and take all the cheddar like child support
~Big Pun~
I make peeps not able to comprehend and make them more religious so they become a reverend,
as I'm gatherin' up them mack elevens ready for some shoot downs sendin' peeps to heaven,
2 shots each for the preach as I begin to teach the true accurate meaning of being a complete leach,
I hang on spittin' as If I was a monkey on bars lock peeps up in my garage and do my running on the black tar,
whether on foot or in car I keep it simple on the stage I blow up like a pimple,
burst the whitehead that I have on my chest as it hits you hard to much for you to digest,
Tacticz
.. Dat'z right I'm white ....
~ Lifted Minds ~
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I was gone for a while but now im back, I did alot of cyphers, i battled 3 more kids from my street, and now im up to 64-9.
ima hit you with a new style of shit,
Wolf brigade fucked with me,
but now noones fuckin with Anshei Amas bitches, (Hebrew for, The violent ones)
in the memory of my man Chasei,
''Ayo here come my mufakin man yo, peep his steez its the motherfuckin RESHA'IM baby''
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, what yo,
yo im the holy soldier, wrapped in holy headgear, deranged,
banished from heaven, yo yo yo, from brainwashin the leavened yo,
yo,
Resha'im A.K.A Evil,
conceived upon the 100ft appeavel, bein escorted by Anshei Amas,
My synthetics, smash all known ethics of kinetics, yall fags is pathetic,
mass until brains is gashed when i pass and you began to accept it, rep it,
like when i started gettin respected,
my raps bust back, like gettin shot at by grey laza beams,
for years to me it seems, I rip seems off the leather, so its not stuck together,
then construck wack rappers pleather, never bust the wack rhymes,
allways changin like tropical weather, Attack crap like cats strap with C4,
runnin in buildins, explodin,
into millions, of pieces, but war,
it never ceases, I crease this like kkk and racial discrepancies, yo yo, even im gettin the best of me, no friends no more only familys blessed,
bust your chest and leave your breast hangin out your vest, but dont get me wrong,
this is all done verbally, obsurdly the wordly genious,
never bust back, with actual factual gats,
verbally cuss cats, so they cant buss back, your raps so wack,
I named them rust raps,
I fly through like top gun, and bust in with the verbal shotgun,
drop one, and here comes another, spit another spread shot syllable and make your mother, dive behind the couch for cover, snap back like undercover brother,
I hate all about mainstream, like cats blastin mean CD's,
read by the red laza beam,
my brains fed by the blood of seven christian angels,
I mangle and strangle you with 90, 90 degree triangles,
Invincible warrior, invisible hordes of more, ancient lore,
biggest score in mythical mythology,
I did some research yo,
found you under the category, of entimoligy alligory.
meh, i guess ahahah
The R. -The Illest Ever Kid-
I carry 5 guns, 2 in ma pants, 3 in my jacket, i fuck cats up with 5 shots/
amunntion in the thous., stop being a fagget, shoot so many you fall in spots/
This shit is fun, why these cats think im writing this for real/
You betta run, think i suck, battle me and grab a feel/
I make young kidz scared, leave gangstaz frozen up/
Im gonna always be prepared, this is me, dats whassup/
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I have the smell of Weed Wreakin
They say that I Need Jesus
Turnin anything into a Problem
Ask me about em, you know I Got Em
On the edge, about to Explode With Hate
Thinkin of rhymes, how can I Get Mo' This Late
While my mind is Half Asleep, I Can't Just Creep
Into my bed, and have the Mac With Me
they ask wat really drives a man,
for me,its da fuckin pistol in my hand.
50 tough cuz he got shot?bullshit!
ya he got shot 9 times,WITH BB BULLETS.
now u ask wat about all those fuckin scars,
that jus shows the nigga aint too hard.
now aftermath wont take me cuz i dissed fifty,
and dres sukin his dick so he aint gonn produce me.
yo i really dont dislike fifty but since this was a freestyle i had to think quik nd he was the first person to com to my mind!!
my girl just broke up with me, so i turned to the drink//
bottom of a bottle to the point i cant think//
broken hearted so i have to release my mind//
searching for the solution that im sure i'll never find//
back to my old ways, i almost came about a change//
after this right here i'll make it, i get stronger from the pain//
relationships are a bitch, from now on ill just fuck em and leave em//
no attachments,just mutual fuckin all they catch is the semen//
girls are like the devil, posses you and wait for your downfall//
love is no longer in my vocab,yes im sick of it all//
from now on im about mine, money making to reach my peak//
care for no one, i look out only for me//
a female to me is a nut waiting to get cracked//
i aint one to hit a bitch, thats why i leave em with a lyrical pimp smack//
Song I wrote today, chorus of Mobb Deep Bloodsport. not done yet though 2 more verses
Yo,
I spin tracks like a tornado,
The alien that construcks raps thats home made yo,
you break like a hickory over flesh,
you need to break off and forget about the stress,
bless the holy and stay off the cess,
loch ness found me outside playin chess,
with the neighbourhood hobo, playin the Lacrosse yo, I sees it in slow mo,
Your style is a low blow, Mine hits straight to the face,
complied with the devil to escape this place,
fallen from the grace of heaven to enter this rap shit,
now its time to see how deep this can get,
Chorus: ay yo the rockweiler
chew in chew out ass niggas, pull em on your collar
and let the lights dimmin
and you'll be swimmin in a puddle of reality, juice
fatality too
this rap is the bitch, you shouldn't marry the two
to the set of prenumtual
got paid in too comfortable
it's all good, we don't want to humble
and while you shinin in the spotlight
I got this dot right
the aimed right a stoplight
the trife life, ain't no part two's
when it's over it's over you hit
now send your soldierly stool
: Chorus ends..
The beginning and the ends for fueds,
break friendships like stolen girlfriends dude,
crude to the max, in facts son I break backs wit my verbal gat,
collect my fat raps, after the smoke clears,
bust a syllable straight to your mainframe so it clears,
cheers, to the boys down south,
make sure you keep my dick up out your mouth..
Last edited by -IsIs-; July 2nd, 2005 at 12:44 PM Reason: Change of chorus
The R. -The Illest Ever Kid-
freestyle I did on http://lordzarmy.clicdev.com
I strike with the powers of the holy ghost,
Snipe you from long distance blew back most,
Froze into the square of time, rewind the fine line,
intertwined with my mental defrostations,
Inflation of my mental manipulations,
Hate nations, I flow like green liquid radiation,
I hate racial defacion, ninja you like cross kick, furry fist,
rip shit like the shit I just flipped, jipped over with the brigade,
so I took a the serade raza blade and split,
joined up with Anshei Amas and many flows we spit,
attack wack like jack smacked crack of the plate,
Ate the cake that was poisoned with fake,
he spit it back and pulled his strap,
whipped out the mic and so began the mic fight,
I kicked the door and swooped like topgun,
Dove in slow mo, pulled the verbal shotgun,
shot one watched him drop son, here comes another,
made the brother dive behind the couch for cover,
the tether like reflexes, made me bounce and chat up your lexus,
trapped in the fake ass nexus, I pursued freedom,
walked down the block all I saw were fake meanones,
strapped with water pistols, pointen them at me son,
no one knows ill flows, still pose the aftermath in the mental asylum,
put the toothbrush to the floor, started fylen,
hearing deranged insane sin clamed psychos cryin,
then time rewound and I found myself outside with my boy Brian,
sighin I reached for my cell, hell I found me cell riddled with shells,
I looked at my chest I saw brian through it,
I was goona die I knew it, then for an instant my life flashed,
that was when I woke up on a cloud, and I knew I had passed,
I saw a man dressed like a butler, holdin everything I ever wanted,
I grabbed the Ps2 and startin playin, hopin for what ever I wanted was how I was prayin,
Slayin beasts as they charged toward the screen, 50 million years lata it seemed,
I had turned into a mighty wack fiend, I stood up bored Ive done everything, feeling trapped in a cell,
I asked the butler man, why is heaven so fucked up,
Is there a window I can jump out of, I need some variety,
Feeling like he was about to lie to me, He turned to tell,
you think this is heaven, shit, your in hell,
I looked around, trapped like a dog in the pound, no sounds I dwell alone for eternity,
now I know hells like rap, noones heard a me..
Remix of 2 freestyles off rb, tell me if you likes..
The R. -The Illest Ever Kid-
ery nigga wants to roll wit dis bitch
cuz i love ganstas
i love nasty thangs
i love big thangs
i mean da one between yo legs
my mom thanks im nasty
i dont give a fuck
she likes little thangs
we r not the same
she calls me a hoe
she da one fuckin on the flo
so what u gonna do
i gat a high class pimp and
a real thug to
so when u hear dis u will fle away
so fuck u and have a nice day
okay okay okay, Im sorry but i gots to diss this ahahahah you must be like 12 years old right! you must be thats horrible! im serious that is something ive never seen, and the last line is a complete stolen line from 8 mile. I would not be suprised if you were an actual guy! I dont care if you dont like it but your horibally wack please stop rapping those small little lines and pick up a book or something. And your CLAIMING to be a hoe, wow thats the next worse thing to that fuckin kelis song ahhahaha fuck i have to stop thats fuckin horrible, its so bad that i dont even wanna waste time rhyme dissin you!
your not even worthy to attack back at the white knight cause you cant even write right bitch. HAHA thats right you heard it im white. wanna mic fight?
The R. -The Illest Ever Kid-
im new to this so i aint dat good
but i aint new to killin dats round ma hood
shit spitting on ya boy dis aint no game
i inprinted on ur property syco ma name
me as known as the best killa
ill make u a shit bag im the known thrilla
ill cut u slice u and leave u in half
u ran to ya shower and had a bloodbath
im known do ur hood as the devils son
if u really aint scared of me y u have dat gun
THIS IS A MASSACRE LIKE 50 CENT
THEY MAD CUS UR MA BITCH AN U PAY MA RENT
dats one word dont fuck with me
ill leave u dead and dats ur destiny
so wuts da life of a man who carrys a gun//no life no soul of freestyle numba 1//u see me almost got hit by a bullet// lucky me now i live life to its fullest//you hear ja brag bout shootin 100 guns and 100 clips// all i have to do iz shoot one bullet to lead u to one trip//and dat could b wit any gun ill even use a ak//so atleast u have a chance to see ma bullet hit u from far away//ill shoot u down ill use an uzi//blatttt blattt dats for fucking tryna use me//im new to this but not new to a gun// ill b on ma roof snipe u with a psg-1******
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