SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!
Please adhere to that rule so us mods don't have to fuck with you!
This is freestyle, so anything goes but racism.
Tear it up!
SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!
Please adhere to that rule so us mods don't have to fuck with you!
This is freestyle, so anything goes but racism.
Tear it up!
shots randomin'...flyin runnin ta get first
ya heart thirts then it bursts...layed in a hearse
bird chirps...my gun blast last...thin ya heard
boy got popped he was like word...even in this suburb
shit aint da easiest...but shouldnt have been racin
now he pacin...waitin for da lord to decide wut he facin
now im casin' da joint...waitin fo poe leace ta pass
they had ta come thru,...had ta pay em off wit cash
they dont come when I blass...got the drop
pulled out and treated these cats like the drop top...
I fa-sho blow droe like the vents blow on go..
Head-to-toe stay high off some endo and hydro ..
I know I'm blazed with fire that makes my eyes look like pyro..
I ignite like dyno-mite and fight like a rhino-might..
I know me..and I know Nise be tight when he take off in flight..
So bright to see..gotta where them shades if you take a glance at me..
If you haven't walked in these shoes how you gonna dance with me?..
Understandin' me?..Put wack ass niggas in quick sand and they'll see..
How fast they life'll get sucked up for just fuckin' with me..
Buckin' with me and I'm buckin' with Tech 9's, .45's and M-16's..
AR-15's..I'm equipped like somethen sick you never seen in your dreams!
I'm that Nise...
I'm Nise
Im smokin on them bomb buds, blueberries i see
White widow, cat piss, lil stanky is mean
Fetch me a philly, optimo, or swisher sweet
So i can roll a blunt that'll put ya ass to sleep
Aint nobody that slangs weed like me
Give me a pound of some chronic im'a make a few g's
The market is astoundin, catch and check my hustle
Fukk a .45 dawg, my words is my muscle
I talk shit, run my lip
And if u pop back with some shit im splittin ur wig
Hear my voice, its the chosen one spittin raspy
Bendin bitches over backwards and fukkin um nasty
Fukk havin freestyles writtin, im freestyle spittin
Kid from the burbs who slang herb, dawg i aint quitin
Im breakin so many backs, they call my flow a torture rack
Slangin mad raps that get people more addicted than crack
Bitches jumpin on my dick like im already famous
New white boy in the game, i aint gotta tell ya what "my name is"
Word Nise, my tool is jus my .38
But spits rockets that makes da earth shake
First take, a cold hollow n place it in da chamber
Spit that, next one follow, now ur life in danger
Ima re-arrange ya, whig to look like fiddy
All them dimples n scars, u aint pretty
This my city, i run it like diddy
So if u c me, avoid my path
Walk behind me, or feel my wrath
Yup.
1
hoes quit fuckin u when they get a load of ME
my mary jane gon fuck u up not set u free
lased wit so many drugs can't be called weed or dro
got u gaspin for oxygen cause the room filled wit da indo
smoked up choked up knees too heavy to lift
da flo sick redick spittin at yo face can u catch da drift
spittin slow mo then switchin to quick
the gun barrel blows makin yo punk ass dissapear trick
fiendin fo mo rhymes delivered by BROWN "ups"
King cured ya head so how u gon take my crown
niccas runnin like pharoes cursed tombs caven in
got u so pumped up red bulls adrenoline
sucka u still can't over throw da royal blood
pop off like fire works u da forth of july dud
niccas neva blast they screen won't let em
how u gon put holes in me is ya screen considered a weapon?
shii i can go on but let me pass da torch
let me sit back relax drink my captain coke.....smoke up get high on my
porch
Lord Forgive me,
cause i have got way to much violance in me
so please talk quite when im sleeping
when i explode on your ass,blow a load on ya chest
shoot up your whole house
remove your damn vest
then shoot ya ass too
with a 4-5 full clip in a low ride
driven over the speed limit,passin through red lights
shot paint balls at a benz
pulled up to a church to have god forgive me from my sins
i dont think he will if i keep killin my girlfriends.
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Originally Posted by Murkage
Man what people think is that im not too serious/
Fuck this shit im in a bad mood but lets not get furious /
I wanted to live the perfect life and reach my goals but i guess I was too delerious /
I know some people say, " believe in yourself " /
Listen man I don't do that . you wonder why ? go figure out yourself /
But I've been through mad things like going from hell and back /
well , I haven't but I would so when my baby girl would black/
C'mon yall yall know not to take me lightly /
Im the best you got . come over here and fight me /
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im glad i culd get this oppurtunity/
freestyling is not something new to me/
wu tang instrumentals brainwashing the mc/
dont call yourself a g unless you're real soldier seed/
maybe do it clean if just this once/
sonofagun you need to sit in da corner with a cap that says dunce/
if its six lines minimum/
then im going for the max and do the whole sixteen done/
yeah my rhymes are clean as Snow White/
you dwarves really arent craving the fight/
bite this and its your life/
like "Damn how Yellow's so sincere?"/
this my time son, i take it and dish out fear/
you bought that weightset from Sears?/
better up your leverage before you get at Yellow /
im drinking beers acting mean as a Goodfellow/
i mean fella do this with a beat or occapella./
Last edited by yellow; March 31st, 2005 at 10:02 PM
This freestyle shit is not hard when your an expert
im sick of writing tracks for cash,i might just rob a bank
or shoot some shit up
nah im only playin i wont resort to breakin the law
im only fuckin dollar hos,havin them suck my balls
the first time it was my sisters
at niagra falls (EwWwW)
haha my whole life i have been crazy
killed my puppy with a fork..beat my dads ass cause he was lazy
i have been around the block,like a girl takin dogs for walks
but on my trips i was with my crew
Paint ball gun,Birthday party,ridin in a drop top (Painball noises)
some call me crazy,go to crack those bastards wont even supply me
i tried to get a record deal,told me i was to messed up
wouldn't sign me
so i put out my own shit,didn't sell to well
so i wen't back to street livin
hidin crack in my ass....6 ballons
haha...
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Originally Posted by Murkage
First of all im robbin niggas..robbin dem chips
tired of yall gurls comin up an arguin "stop hoggin his dick"
see these tricks...they all d/r'in me
every label I talk to wanna str8 up p/r me
but while im gettin at em and spittin this licka out my mouth
lyrical knives cuttin the beat and leavin ya fillet'd like a trout
but im about...lyrics that are so loud yall cant hear it
yall fear it but caint get near it...so I clear it
CLEAR!...bump bump ya heart wakes up finally
and fuck yall is what I say when I set my finale...
1ne
ay yo, Ya boy ROX
on da block, layin low from the cops
gettin money, in fat knots
like we robbed fort knox
more bread then a bread box
me an my niggas keep the lead hott
got da crack game locked
and guns we gotta lot
from HK's to glocks
any snitches gettin dropped
for pointin out our spot
stupid niggas get shot
and robbed for they watch
smart niggas move slow an try not to get popped
if you scared in my hood
then you made the wrong stop
i know dudes that rip you apart
if you dont have any heart on my block
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
Yo yo
its sparks here,spittin rhymes like dragon fire
any bitch that steps to me,is gonna pray to retire/
my flows are all subliminal,your flows are full of shit,yo
im tha mike jord. on tha microphone/
your just used up like mary jane ,and i just blow smoke at ya/
im not dissin anybody in paticular
my flows are just lyrical,homocide when i spit at ya/
everybody on this site claims to be a killa but the kills dont add up
everybody sayin they got cash,but the cars dont stack up/
Hey bitch crew,you guys think your something
but your not
we all know your frontin/
It's on..
The bass poundin'.. minute hand on the clock is countin'..
Time's ticken for my life to be spitten.. into words written..
Nise precise like sharp incisions.. startin' off on flows like some H2 ignitions..
I "Zoom-Zoom" like them Mazda's do.. and bring forth grief to that word doom..
Clear the room.. cause my skills blossom while the flows blooms and booms..
Leaven ya'll to tombs.. put wholes in ya'lls domes like some honey-combs..
Ya'll rap with a funny tone.. step in your crib just to say, "hunny-I'm-home"!
I'm Nise
my flames savage why you lames remain average/
my bars get me greens from the collards to the cabbage/
the demon is a master of doin the spectacular/
neck crackin ya to drain you expect dracula/
the best is back to ya Ive been away on vacation/
for some years and I bet yall know the location/
HOLLA THATS JUST A TASTE I'M JUST GIVIN YALL THE MINIMUM WHO WANNA BATTLE BITCHES!!!