Official Freestyle Thread

[White n Dangerous]

imma SET IT STR8, I AINT even gotta MEDITATE, MET YA GRAVE
MEasured Length, couln't Contend with AIDZ, Better pray
for a Better future, baretta shoots slugs, that tend da go thru stuff
sent da death letter to ya family, fact is we, OUtstanding peeps
sTand out on Streets, with blades Staves, Grenades n GRAppiling HOoks
Mastery TOok no longer then a Half a Week WHoops, GRasp da Galaxys
like my real name is jesus of the Allazerth, champion that can't be stripped
of his Max SUPREME SPITS, hash and weed tip, blast da Meanest

[White n Dangerous]

Originally Posted by White n Dangerous

abort Saddaam is Beat!! Afford a ATTorney, or a Gurney
ya worst dream bout ta turn ta ya mentality ta reality
steel blastin these, shields shatter Piece by Piece sCAttering
SCram ya elite's, to da 4 corners of da planets concrete
planned this hot speech cuz sicka asked me ta come re-gister
im collectin mo cash then registers, in a record store, for da record your.
about ta be shocked like a lightning storm, white be god, knife or gun
can't splatta my blood, hand ya ya lungs, managed ta cum..
but da damage i brung made it so da ER didn't need no Bandage n STuff

no diss i was talkin about me n u doinjg dat lmao PIR :)

[$icka]

fuck, i might be goin to vegas dude ill holla if i do. I know a buncha prostitutes down there. Get u all the pussy u need.

[White n Dangerous]

pussy u need?

PUttin my seed in a PUssy that Sleeps in a Dumpster, Lookni for somethign to eat

[$icka]

an u dont stop, leavin victims scattered all around lookin like like some niggas i dun shot.../
Like a robbery, all the hostages gonna die.../
Like die hard, 60 million dollar pie.../
Split it up with my fam an spend it all gettin high..../
rackin paint an keep my scene fuckin fly.../
Gotta memorial wall with all yall names on it.../
the shit u speak of, ill be totally honest.,
sounds gay as fuck,... u need to smoke more chronic...
Think twice next time u try jumpin on me, my shit's the bombest

[eyebagz]

Things get blown out of propertion like raked leaves in the autumn
gang violence and crime aint my problem theirs no rag that i be sportin
the only crimes that can placed on me is drug abuse and vandalism
an Going out in the middle of night and spraying my work was my decision
Councilors coming soon to add my name to anoter statistic im going ballistic
are you from a broken home? excuse me what the fuck has that to do with it
its just a general question why does it bother it so much whats the matter
do you feel stressed wanna talk alone to have some intruding chitter chatter

[Tensor_graffiti]

there once was a kid named jay aka Slay,
next line will tell you what game he got addicted to play.
one day he got introduced to a can that spray paint.
from there on, listen carefully where his life went.
what a kid, listen to this him, think his cool,
he dont need no work, always skippin school,
thinks his tough. livin on his own special rule,
i wont show no love for this kid when the worlds gettin cruel.
i tried to get him on the right tracks, introduced him to rap,
introduced him to breakdance but he was to focused readin fatcap.
Started doin drugs, his parents didnt care bout ¨thugs¨,
so they let him alone doin what he liked and loved to do,
my brother was in his crew, i told him some things bout it to.
so i told this kid some real shit, yelled at him: TAKE A SEAT:
youll end up in a dumpster lookin for somethin to eat,
just becouse you thought it was funny to be out in the heat,
you think youve experienced real beef cuz youve cut meat,
but youve never experienced a life with no shoes on yer feet.
only friend that visits you is your permanent drug dealer,
this is your future bro, look at it again before you act realer.
its okey, spray that shit, get that fame,
be careful kid, havin fun may cause a life in a dark cave,
also called jail where you got to work like a fuckin slave,
he spit it my face and told me to shut up, he hated to behave.

(but one day.. the cops busted into his home, got his sketches, found lots of drugs. He had been related to a huge robbery some weeks ago, and got taken for shoplifting, robbing kids, beating up people so they got him inside bars before he got in mine)

15 years past, gettin out on the street all alone,
got his clothes back, no need for the crown.
his best mate was supposed to meet him when he got out,
but he got beated up cuz he crossed over the wrong piece,
died from the bruises the day after, welcome to the real world,
to bad you had to drugs and do graff actin real cold,
think bout that next time you get some paint,
cus you dont need to go the same way my brothers friend went.
Now his all alone, with his friends that you call bums,
makin jokes bout em, but he knows your doin drugs.
cus your just like him, think your tough cus your actin mad,
he let you do it cuz youll be were hes at, i swear,
if you dont stop doin crimes youll just be another bum drinkin beer.
if youre still alive..

(this is not real, i just wanted to make a wakeup-call story ^^)

[$icka]

that was tight

[Tensor_graffiti]

thanks, did a little edit to it to make the ending better 8)

[$icka]

once there was a fly nigga reppin my hood.../
His name's sicka than aidz an all his drugs were good...
his tags were sweet. Niggaz scared of his heat.../
, he'd curb yo head on the sidewalk an permanantly fuck up yo teeth.../
He made all his slangin bud and speed.../
Never see the kid without a beer or smokin mad weed.../
The king of the city, top gangsta alive.../
Best fuckin tagger an he dont even try.../
now-a-days hes mobbin online wit an avy sayin "plz die"../
all up in some cats grill textstyling mad lies

peace