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This Thread is for Freestyle ONLY.. No Writen shit.. No rehearsed shit.. Wut eva da mc above u finished with is what u start with.. simple as dat..
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Ok here we go bout to start off clean..
sippin lean smokin green its da rhymin machine.. i been programed to wreck n neva to chat i squash dat lay it flat with no way 2 bring it back this is a freestyle thread fo da 1's goin fed aint no fuckboy shit up in here, we just wreck we aint no hatas no backstabbin purpletraitaz we da one against dat, and yall kno yal cant fade us.. |
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man yall cant fade us hatas so dont even try
im dropin flows hotter than a KFC thiegh big j never cry even when i try so i bottle up emotions and exxxplode inside or in some smoke when im high it aint no joke when i ride im two tone gettin blown gangsta shade to the dome its the big j hell yeah now its on im freestylin on my phone or my laptop wit my lil mama bouncin all on my lap-top i had to hop up out the flow now im back to drop i aint last to drop and if i am i aint last to pop like the top on some spam man...... |
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man
ima drop the top like some spam me and dj we be doin what we can mic in my hand im toooo throwed to make a stand i just woke up allredy got a blunt in my hand and my styrofoam cup filled up wit the bland babble babble baby maybe youll understand that my flows hotter than some fucken desert sand... watch the desert sand siftin through my time piece you can find fiends pimpin theybody for a dime piece..... |
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a dime piece, me and j dont sign lease
we buy shit cash popped up on da rhyme scene u feelin me i smash fools like it aint a thang to me stop blamin me it aint my fault ur wife tamin me.. |
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man
your wife aint taming me she blaming me for the loss of eyesight from my flaming piece..... |
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my flamin piece betta yet my frozen piece
im kooler dan a ac blowin cool ocean breeze i am the hustla that crawled up out da dumpsta im gutta to the fullest u a cake dats labled busta me n j dawg we run shit like mayors do sqashin plexas n bustas n faggots n hataz too we ack a fool when we swing, swang, and swung but aint no chinese riddle, we click clack guns open up son, we bout to run in ya house pull a kickdo with fo' fo's n smashin ya spouse.. |
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smashin ya spouse, my dick all in her mouth
eww thats explicit but the kid stick with it my rhymes is outta control like a air head gimmick woops i meant commercial, kid prep sippin purple Listerine my slab call it car wash and gurgle that didnt make no sense but i dont even care i stay choppin em up even with no snare
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i stay playa made, bald fade gettin laid,
yo hoe fuckin workin it like she wanna gonna get paid, but i dont pay for ass, not even grass, i get everything for free like life time pass, i go do mah thang, bust mah nut den swang da lane, keep dem hatas fuckin hatin wit how i run da game, no wastin time, jus gettin mine, keep talkin down n u'll be layin in pine, dis is mah flow n u know its here to stay, el mero mero bitches, u better learn i dont play, let me finish mah rhyme, n cheef on a black, come plex if u want, but u'll be gettin laid out flat!
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pain n sufferin, jus an everday thang |
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#10
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youll be gettin laid out flat like a a rug on da ground
us demons evil dan a bitch make u run around town we peel caps n snap necks, break bones n slice throats stab niggas in da chest, make em scream n get ghost but nothin holy sippin fowties po'in some fo da homies we grippin grain causn pain tango blastin with og's it be tem houstone texas tango blast g's out da pin us mexakinz sippin gin ridin 20 inch rims on caprices with yalls nieces all on da jock cuz our pieces got em bling bling cell ring ring neva signin no leases we ballin outta control with 1 problem we have the problem we got is what to do with the cash we ghettomade but stayin paid, magnolia is where i stay we got it maid we neva hate with southside fades aint none but diamonds round my neck daz givin me frostbite my chain must be da reason dat it made yo ass loss-sight and all night we u know chief big n po' up da drank blowin dank packin bank me n Em2 we high rank.. |
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High rank is what I am, no need to ask homie,
After that money like a scam, but ya boy aint a phony, Never needed a crew, 1 deep is how im rolling, Yellin out what it dew, chunk duece and keep it going, Fitted hat flipped back and locs on my eyes, All about making money yo that aint no surprise, Cant be a hot thread without that Illmatic, Rhyme so heavy squash all them hatin faggots, Verse on a raid killing these roaches and maggots, Ya boy going crazy like that dude shoutin SAGET! Yet i aint on tourettes at the table placin bets, Taking all the chips dollars change, money and checks, Earning my respect expecting none less, Either you down like 4 flats or you wanna have plex, I aint all about the fighting ill just move to the next, But will rearrage ya mind frame with a jab to ya neck.
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"I'm looking nothing like your poppa, I wouldn't give a chick 10 cent to put cheese on a whoppa, They want to know why I'm so fly, A girl asked me for a ring and I put one-around her whole eye" ~Big L (R.I.P)~
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I DO DA JAB TO DA NECK, WATCH HIM GAG N SUFFICATE
YOU OL' BITCH ASS HATERS I BET YALL LUVIN GAYS LIKE ONE BOY NAMED FRANCISCO, GOIN OUT TO GAY DISCOS U MIGHT KNO EM BY GINGER, BUT I EXPOSED THAT BITCH-HOE NEVAMIND DA PLEX, IM JUST HERE WRECKIN WITH ILLMATIC WE DON' CLIMBED INTO A BIG BODY AND SWUNG LIKE TITANIC WE SWANGIN ON GLASS, PUTTIN YALL IN DA PAST TYPIN WITH PINK LETTERS, OL FAGGOT MAKIN ME LAUGH.. |
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mayne watch them pink letters
fake pimps wear pink sweaters i think my chedders provalone i roll alone two tone sachi shades on my dome i done switched the chrome now im riden shoes same color as my phone pay my dos and hold my own cuz when you see the big dawg ta letcha know im gettin blown......MAYNE HOL'UP. |
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im gettin blown im gettin dome
from mexico to the astrodome i ride alone im breakin bones to amsterdam is where i roam mayne im heated and im wreckin ill beat a nigga down like tekken get steppin or ill batter ya face in a lyrical thug out da tex is what u facin.. |
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a thug out the tex
is what you facin wit plex i slit necks and cash checks that asses cant handle caryin more beef than cattle but i dont battle the translation'll leave you baffled emotions bottled up about ta blow im about ta roll optimos and candy poles that shitll leave you sick i done rolled it swole an that hoe almost long as my dick ill be the prick "asshole"usually stix cuz i stand six one mean mug & dont give a shit im allways a-1 in my mind frame i dont know why yall bent every breath of fresh air is day well spent live ya life to the fullest......man...im throwed...nah mean... |
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#16
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I'm thowed nah mean/
fuck sippin nigga I'm chuggin on the lean/ pileing up the green lookin like a fuckin canopy,in the rainforest/ I don't give a fuck I got them hatas runnin like forest/ all across the state,non-fuckin stop/ I sip lean and insert some gumdrops,instead of jollyranchers/ I smoke form a pipe so I don't get no cancer/ Mary is the Allen Iverson talkin bout the answer/ Real quick ha |
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#17
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REAL QUICK ILL SHOW U HOW I MURDER A FLOW
N HOW I MAKE BOYZ STEP THEY GAME UP FROM WORDS IVE SPOKE I KEEP IT REAL NUTHIN LESS I GOT KNOWLEDGE FROM G'S AND IF RAPPIN AINT WORKIN I GUESS MY NEW DREAMZ 2 SCORE A KEY STR8T GANGSTA WIT IT I BAR NONE AND FADE ALL YALL THINK ITS A GAME TILL THE DENTIST IS WIRIN YO JAW SO PUSSY NIKKA THINK TWICE B 4 U PULLIN A STUNT OR GET FOUND IN G-TOWN DEAD STUFFED INSIDE OF A TRUNK |
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#18
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yall niggaz rappin in here huh? aight! i got somethin for ya players.
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this freestyle goin crazy.
all you hoes better stop hatin determination is what we be contemplatin you stupid bitch, u cant fuck wit us i pull on the trigga until the trigger bust i come threw 90mph like a big rush wood grain on tha dash, wood on tha wheel as blood drips my flow spill all over the floor, im knockin on your door higher than a bird, im ready to sore im flyin all over, i run u over with the rangerover then i told ya i never stay sober. hope ya have good luck like a 4 leaf clover boom! bitch its over. |
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#20
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Dammnnn , !
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We The Candy Drippa's , Some Of Us Is Candy Sippa's ,
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