FREESTYLE RAP

3min wrote: i fuckin created this page. dont disrespect me.

.R.E.A.L.I.T.Y. wrote:

I am in your service topic maker!

3min wrote: hahaha just playing. whats good baybee chronic, i heard you put me up on the list. my other name is godzfavourite.

3min wrote: hahaha just playing. whats good baybee chronic, i heard you put me up on the list. my other name is godzfavourite.

3min wrote: yeah.. dont believe me?

.R.E.A.L.I.T.Y. wrote:

Etain.. this is where i came from man! You guys would be reality less if it wasnt for this thread!

I disagree Etain... though i do agree on many levels, i do not agree that this thread should be locked.

Unanimous wrote: Where I’m from the cops run when the violence happen
Where I came to, nobody matched my style at rappin'
You get hit up, from not havin' street wise tendencies
The rap game, it’s slack mayne, wit beat wise enemies
They aint a threat, no less, throw shots to rock blocks
But in the real world, they aint cocked or popped shots
Weed smoke float freely, as we both grow greedy
So needy, in a world full’a streets that’s so seedy
Better hopes, Beretta smoke when the beef is crackin'
Clear the block, fear the Glock coz the piece attackin'
See my whole muthafuckin' outfit, red and black
Get a gat, get my cheddar back, then I set a track
Fuck the baddest bitch, and then I send her back
Eh’body fuckin' wit my click - they gon' get a smack

Or, catch a shell from the muthafuckin' fo' five
Put your body in the trunk for a long drive
You aint fuckin' witta bloods gang wit no pride
Muthafucka we down to bang - we gon' ride
Got The Game On Lock, Let Em Know Streetz Is The Name/
I’m Leaving A Hot Trail But Fuck The Fame/
I Still Remain With The Knowledge I Attain/
Paint Pictures With The Lyrics Projected From My Brain/
These People Wana Get At Me, Turn Me Into A Memory/
We’re Armed Heavily And Ready For Any Enemy/
Lyrically Intelligent, You Testing My Benevolence/
Your Scheme Is Just To Negligent, I Stay Here To Represent/
For The Mid-Eastern artists Leaving A Mark On The Game/
Smackdown at night, wake up in a garbage can, in a daze/
Unanimous comin through burnin holes in the page/
My Words Bring In The Light And Ya’ll Scatter Like Roaches/
Rise Up As One, We The Best In the Streets/
Ya’ll Better Give The Game Back Like Ya’ll Kept The Receipt/
You Can Believe All The Lies You Let Your History Teach/
But When I Make A Change, Consider This A Victory Speech/
I came to this rap game aimin to save it/
my flame maims wack niggas and faggots thats fakin/
i mash on the wack rappas they betta off as actors/
i put my foot so far up they ass leave em needin chiropractors/
while the bleedin i’m feedin ether into they lungs/
i light a match and leave em heavin concievin what i’ve done/
they literally breathin fire inspirin me to spit it hot/
your infernal breAth is wasted as you fade to an orange dot/
like a cigarretes left burnin amidst the parkin lots/
whith every breath they left expectin death/
prayin for rest but it takes time burnin ya chest/
leave em glowin like lamps as the pain moves to ya throat/
theres no hope there you lay reflectin over lost notes/
only faggots reminisce like maggots under the knife/
you lay deteriorating slowly contemplatin ya life/
you wake up gaspin only graspin that it was a dream/
the assassins a nightmare much more impaired than it seems/
verbal missles sit next to lyrical gats wit triple beams/
a 40 bar clip equipped to make niggas scream/
i rip and stir niggas shake em until they cream/
tis the fate of any fake emcee that i happen to see/
short change niggas got no verbal range compared to me/
maybe homo midgets are usefull spirits in willy’s factory/
no facts can repair ya tracts as your organs fall divided/
united you alive dismantled a victim of violence/
clipped skin grafts brings end to agonized silence/
the removal of ya mandible brings to the excitement/
any wak emcee left prepare to be enlightened/
my verbal skills surpass the illest to some thats quite frightenin/
afro struck again after the thunda come lightenin/



im the sire on thrones, closing the fist making the fire get thrown/
punches’ll have more teeth flying then comedy night at retirement homes/
im known to mention it all, but fists are tuned into deading ya skull/
power’ll break ya face as you attempt a shot like airbud playing with medicine balls/
the awes hurt ya jaws, put all my heart into herbing ya/
i got my insides showin when dropping shit like pushing till exterior hernias/
go on aim at me from sniper towers and notice i already released a rocket at you/
spitting alpha shit, brothers with barbie the way i melt a bitch/
closest you getting to crunching numbers is eating alphabets/
Shots wield em into shape so they be feelin they fate
Make em disintegrate like time there’s no fuckin escape
Lead and I’ll follow? Naw niggaz I’ll speak and you swallow
Beheadin foes wit blows like horseman from Sleepy Hollow
Runnin shit like a marathon I don’t pass tha baton
Tha rap game has pros and cons wit more fakes like Uncle Toms
Niggaz tattle like toddlers here’s ya rattle just holla
Battle for dollarz, watch hoes babble bout my Impala
I’m blowed up like suicide bombers, call it premier weed
Cuz I always smoke it first before my thoughts start to flee
Beat is hitten grief stricken from this heat that I’m kickin
Niggaz sickened cuz I’m blisterin just sit back and listen
Because I’m steady speaking death, words straight from tha morgue
Ghost Whisperer, unseen so my lyrics can’t be forged
Poppin like video chick ass tha hoes sniff when they pass
Cuz they smell tha blood of a pimp like fiends for tha grass...