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Styles  Dec 2014
Raps Freestyles
Styles Dec 2014
he dudes want to battle my verses
they can't even read my curses
Jamaican style,I'll ****** you with curses
then write your ulogy in cursive
you can't understand my flow your so subversive
i'm deeper than the surface,
i'm so submersive
so stop playing with my time, you are so not worth it
if you want to get beat you can get tekken,
i'll transform into sun-tsu
and use your one style against you,
theirs two sides to every story
so this plot
could get complex
i'm already at the top
so if you try to climb-max
**** could get confusing,
trust me- you don’t want me ******* to my own conclusion
don’t force my hand, I’mma a dope dealer
with more beemers than than a four wheeler
Styles Oct 2014
Imma killa artist
I’ll ****’em all wit witts
Mixed wit Lyrics
and twist
Taylored swift
for these nimb witz
I spit stupit dump quick slick ****
You say tan nick, I say tan nic
I sat on it, like Saint Tan Nick
I ain’t a saint, or a snake serpent
You look more like tan nick
Or a fat and ugly Saint Pat trick
you silly rabbit
dixx are for chic
So stop being a ****
My gang green; I'm that sick
You flow like an alien from a different planet
So I capted and planned it
Then left you a-band-did
Hanging all strained
With Caps-locked in
I couldn't have plan it
The way fate planned it
Headed for the top
Like an alien from another planet
You drinkin ale-he-on a comet
Cause you over commit like a hobbit
you haling ions from aliens
with Plannets and Planatons
moving million tons of megabombs
with captian planet and megatron...
you rap like an marvelComic from ComicCon
I can tell from your pic in your biopic
My genome, will change your top pick like Vietnam
I remember V at nam telling me to stay calm
While war waged on
Breakin you down at the crack of dawn
microscopic with Cycloptic biopic
optics with larger profits that pitch forks
At prophets
You still seeing what bra fits
Checking out Al's fits
Stop all that lying
Drop all your bad habytes
I play spades with mavericks
shaving points off the average
Anyone  reading this
Like ****
It's like I'm watching this
Other artist
Get his *** kicked
I stick and move like a hat trick
I’m a savage eatin my many enemies with cabbage.
You'r too weak its on the surface,
I picked you on purpose
Your last verse you forced it
It was the worse-it
Sounded rehearsed-it
Seemed so plastic
Killing you dead serpents
These short tails aint worth it
We charm pets and **** pests a side
And lets the vets decide
where the dead reside
all bets aside
You dark knights never bright
Your end in plain sight
Dead on arrival
Then streaming it on Spike
On late night, drinking sprite on Skype
This ain't even a fight
This aint right
Beating you over the head phones
Until I pick up a dead tone
All because you spit on my mic
You just a flinstone
Your chic an easy bone
Chewing through stone
Thirsty for the throne
you in the way
so you got over thrown
How's that for throne
I’m headstrong in a zone
my own-zone, changing the O-zone
Raising the bar until its all gone
my Pen dragging, the new rome
my golden showers leaving you two-toned
I got the mightiest touch
you too much injury prone
with ***** moans that should be home Moe
No **** but your *** moans
When my black snake moan
Her hormones make her moan
Some I'm home Moe
Dealing with her hormones.
Bi- the way she found photos
Passcode your mobile phone, you
In a Tie-bow, with a Bi-Guy, all tied
getting Dee-*****,
Waving hi, with a smile,
duck-tapped looking into the phone
A selfy, but you weren’t alone,
dude was hung Like a home depot, you hanging off his pole
You looked in love, text read, "waiting for the sequel"
you aren’t a rapper, you stay acting like you are evil,
Deep inside you hide your pride
Working discreet on the side,
wanting no trouble, cause we are all equal and you
stunt double for the village people.
Styles Dec 2014
advance floorplay
that's how these fourplay
money, power, respect, thats my forte
lifes a *****,
that's what my dog say.
i walk the talk- don't listen to Beyond-says
karma busy gettin that foreplay
while finishing first, .
seems to be my forte.
life goes around,
and it **** around, been waiting all day.
i expect the same around fourty
these dudes don't measure up
my spit game slicker than WD-40
turn a grown man to a shorty
i'm even first in 1st class, the view is excellant
serving these fools, I'm a lyrical savant

if i'm talking about the keys, i could be trippin
I frequent flyer miles, so i must be trippin
i'm frequently flyer, now that's advertising!
And they still won't give a nikka credit, how surprising!
took it like a grain of salt, now the steaks is meszmerizing
sipping Moet over the rocks, appalachians
me myself and my iphone uniting nations
they just hope its Opuss, with your hokus pukas
you can point fingers, just don't poke us
I fear no one, cause life ain't a fear
they still criticize god, so I'm fair ground
speak it into to manifest,
let got then handle the rest, with fanase
and since i got a heart of gold,
all i do is treasure chest.
Keenan Martin Mar 2010
Ever since their music was packaged and hit the scene,
It has supplied the drug needs of the neighborhood teen.
They try all kinds of piffs during their time to listen,
From Common to the DJ Drama's pay attention.
Gangsta Grills, Dedication, even the radio station
Dropped out from Registration post-poning their graduation
To the new age of crack, being played back to back
On the Sirius XM or that playlist in your lap.
Ipod's and MP3's are the new portable blunts,
Pop in the food & liquor my Lupe to get full and drunk.
So puff, puff, pass until your circle is fully high,
Off of cyphers, freestyles, and the music from the wise.
No matter your preference whether it is ***** or clean,
We can be seen as a walking, talking music fiend.
Yeah my soul is hip hop I keep rapping til the creek stops
That means my heart drops from the all the water making spots
Yo it dont stop until my name reach top invest in private stocks
Whatcha got give up ya clothes ya shoes and ya jewels crews
Cant match up still got the purple stuff up in my cup gold cuffs
Worn on the suit brains I boot check the Lexus coupe my girl scoups
Me up in black and European do you see what we be seeing
Probably not that's why I showing em how the guns bleeding
Out smoke dont provoke the higher notes make famous quote
Dead man walking but ain't no talking king like Mr Walken
Not of New York I just rap the real for the sports seen forts
Knocked down welcome to htown where we pounding clowns
Imprint the crowns on ya forehead before ye dead now repeat
What I said daily bread got ya murders all over the newspread
Yeah we dont do beefs we do drive bys instead miss the feds
It's a mafia hit oh **** hide the kids ya wife and the money pit
I'm feeling like dmx amped up for *** cake a ***** from a rolex
No plex I'm cool as the next fan chilling counting rubberbands
Knots of money ain't nothing funny only to a sucka who play dummy
Drug runners and stunners flossin" in the up armored hummers
Axe out my critics like thunder it's a killer instinct so dont blink
See ya body stink soul begins to think am I still here or dead
**** what ya conscious said I'm here to replay the bloodshed
God of war flash more hammers than Thor shy from the mediocre
Invoker serious as the joker flick the bic for the cigar smokers
Hate a chick who cant **** **** nothing but ****** chokers tokers
Off the lost game pimps back once again 8th of the seven sins
That means I'm untouchable crushable only from the mental
I'll embrace u like bullets inside of a gun quick to let off
Set it off now you covered in dirt with ya head off I'm dead off
Playing this ***** game ya know the name big Tut staying the same
Never goofy spit off the coofy none could ***** me Goldie
With the locs of a glock tic toc see how I make the heats rock
Now ya mourning 33 ways in a dayz like Patrick I swayz
Just another day like Nate Dogg true hog yall sitting like logs
Still jog laps around the average  alley cat breaks ***** with no bats
See where my hearts at its ruthless making your blood splat
**** all the chit chat yeah we all that kung fu grills like Mr Pat
Reverse back to the verse
I throw ya in you cursed
Watch me put them rhymes in a hearse
Sound the eulogy
Cuz none get next to me
Im swift as bruce lee
Kicks hard like Chung Li born in 83
Add the 4 more ya get *******
Im crazier than Cujo these putos
Dont want it on the mic
You aint murderin nothin'
but ya own sight
I brailled ya envision changed your decision
Whatin' n guessin' a prediction?
Is it me or is it the way the
Way my rhymes please ?
Bow to ya knees
I make the crowds freeze
Even ya fans say bless you! when i sneeze
I bet you still wear dungerees or high heels with tight capris
I thought ya heard  im the rappin' don Shapiro
Shine n spin  around haters like disco
Sip old school Sisqo hit the blunts slow
Let the smoke meditate my mind flow
Learn how to grind ill put  ya on a flat line
Resuscitate your rhymes just to put you back on the flat line
Searchin' for the light im dolemite
My game **** tight know how to write
When ya step to legend im gifted
Young black n hung
I keep ya lifted
Got hoes on the tip of they toes
Just to hear suave flow
Pockets of dough
Thats how it goes
Pistol cocked to ya nose
Ya thoughts are froze i suppose
Dont redeem ya self
My rhymes hittin' so hard
Made the minds deaf
Cuz when ya try to diss me ya diss ya self
The microphone murderer
Aint never left !!!!

Yo everyboy gather around
Hand me the crown
Cuz ya know im King of the ****
My NY freestyles stay lit
TEXAS is where i reign
Home of the ******* up clique
This life i live aint no ****** puzzle
Tryin to figure me out gets gun to ya muzzle
Dont meddle in my ****
Spinnin' out the wombs
From cradle to my tomb
Im hittin' ya curves that go straight
Flows penetrate so hard make girlies mind  *******
Who can relate?
To my skills raws as ever
Goin' in with my raw potato skin
Bust my nut then i leave em blowin in the wind
If ya a hater i gotta mack 10
Extra clips on my hips ****** done then i dip
Listen closely to the story being told
I wont grow old never will i fold
Platinum or Gold knots
check the tic toc
My money on clockwork  
rolex watch
Worth 50 gran an on the other hand
Is the microphone
Turn the amps up mic up
Leave crowds minds blown
From nut being shown my tone
Is laid back these nigguhs
Spittin' is wayyy wack
While you pushin' Honda im in a Maybach
No frills only the real i spit so you can feel
Givin' head aches to radio station
Cant tune me out im like exacerbation
Crush my opponent everytime he bust a rhyme
They give up even before they heard mine
Intimator from dope originator
Now im the terminator eliminator
Showed up yo party they still didnt play ya
Im old school fool soul filled with blues
Leave my competitiors on front line news
It goes a little like this
This is a replica of a Chris this aint a diss
But an address
To you punks who wanna **** around
With the master of this ****
Duck quick or these rounds will put you in the ground
Flat line..........
niteLifePRO Feb 2014
Dear @NewtonFaulkner,

‪#‎nextLine‬
A fictional poem by Mitch Paradise || @niteLifePRO

(First draft/ February 26th/ somewhere between Minneapolis and Denver)

::

It rings, "The UK?
Could it possibly be?"
So I pick that **** up,
guess who's talking to me?!

Recognized ‪#‎WriteAway‬
I interrupt by third-word
"‪#‎NoFugginWay‬! Open Twitter: 'Hashtag'
‪#‎WontBelieveWhatWeHeard‬!"

No way this is real, man!
Hashtag: ‪#‎CanNotBeTrue‬!"
He says, "Hi, my name's NEWton,
'Hashtag'
I'm a big fan of you..."

I stop. Almost cry,
"‪#‎amIreallyThatHigh‬?"
Or is my personal Hero waiting
on my #nextLine?

He says, "you're quick wit' your wit, @Kid,
Surely you will go far!"

"Thanks, man. You're a writer;
so you know how we are....

How we talk to @ourSelves,
‪#‎alMOSTofTheTime‬!
Envisioning all of our @Idols,
hanging on that #nextLine...

So yeah, Maybe I have
ran this by a few times,
so if that ‪#‎dayEverCame‬,
I'd have that perfect ‪#‎FirstLine‬

And sure, Maybe I do,
mix it up 'at-mention' @Times,
A little ‪#‎staged‬ a little ‪#‎live‬
bunch of ‪#‎freestyles‬ and ‪#‎rhymes‬...

"Which is it now,
I do wonder?",
he so simply replies,
....
I say, "Honestly, @MrYodaFanGuy?
I'm asked that same question
'Hashtag'
‪#‎allOfTheTime‬....

But, you liked something of mine, Hell,
You could be reading ‪#‎toNite‬,
So Keep it surreal, @MrFaulkner,
We'll catch you
on the very #nextLine

Sincerely,
- @Mitch (ThatKidFromniteLife)
'Hashtag' #just
a_Shout
from the top of ‪#‎Cloud9‬
Nil P  Jul 2010
Moments
Nil P Jul 2010
The sound of screeching train brakes.
Metal over metal, while those raindrops smash into the window
slowly falling down.
A pink sky burns away the streetlights on a road so desolate,
And no camera in my backpack.
Its the scent of standing on a roof and hearing how the wind whispers through that lonely tree that grows on top of it.
With a view far beyond the city limits.
The sweet taste of tiramisu ice cream and how she curls her lips.
Its that rusty soda can that hides for ages in the dirt.
And it takes ages to make food above a fire, yet a second to lose a friend.
Watching how the moon transforms.

Memories, those moments we take with us on our path.

Running through subway tunnels,
finding peace down under only to return back into my mess.
I remember how we used to walk those tracks for miles laughing/cursing life.
Smoking herbs on top of buildings, hearing gunshots in the streets.
Climbing walls, holes in my hands.
blood mixed with alcohol,  at times my only friends.
How that glass smashed through my arm leaving me with stitches and those days I lost my hope.
Those floors and beds in places we claimed to be our own.
He told me "keep on walking" and I wonder is he still alive?

Memories, those moments we take with us on our path.

That new years eve we left eachother cursing after a smashed bottle of *****.
We used to drop freestyles in the park and drink away the night.
It still hurts me that you died and left me here behind.
You put a mirror up in front of my face, and showed me my own end.
I learned alot from your mistakes and I hope you have your peace now.
You saw angels in the streets, and now I see them too.
At times not only angels, black demon dogs appearing from the myst.
Chasing us like crazy and when lost, they came again the next day.
Some things I cant explain.

Memories,  those moments we take with us on our path.

As I sit here now, broke, I look back upon my life.
Thankful for the madness and the lessons I have learned.
I wish for something different, yet some things do not depend on me.
No clear path to walk like usual, hope that this works out.
I will always have myself, my camera my memories and dreams.
The road, the tracks, the rusted soda cans. Harbours full with ships.
The rain, the moon, and those cities full with life.
One year left to freeze my time, crossroads without end.
And in the end, the laughter and the tears are always worth it.

Dreams, those moments that drag us through our past.
Copyright Nil P.  About the good old times at the wrong side.
NeroameeAlucard Apr 2015
The men behind the mask,
that Is my face
have required that I give everyone here
a small update
see not everything I write
Is a result of my own imagination
sometimes I just use the people residing up here
For some measure of inspiration,
NA is me normally and naturally,
it's no longer a character or a concept
but just me on reality.
now I've got to let him out of His Cage.

ALRIGHT JIM YOU CAN COME OUT TO PLAY

Hello I'm Jim I'm sure we haven't met I often use hip-hop to tell of our struggles and Regrets I expect that you'll guess that I was behind the freestyles that were posted here once upon a time but then that's how I rhyme internal and external my microphone skills are ****** like the infernal souls of the restless and the wicked I'll spit ballistics abd the evidence will support that you risked it by battling with me
Next up?
I believe that's me..
OrionThaReject light up the Mic for the symphony

OrionThaReject is my name
being seriously depressed is my game,
I'm usually the sad writings
that pop up on this page
along with loneliness, depression,
and occupational rage
I'm engaged to my tears as they were more faithful than most
so if you like darkness, I hope to me you'll Play host

Well there you have it dear reader
you've met my constructs that are about impossible to destroy without holy water and Ether
anyway, reading my work you should be able to tell who's who
Because the inside of my brain is more messed up than the San Diego zoo
Just giving everyone the 411
Rap maniac, brainac, see the stats that,
Love to break out the cats,
Along with the dogs that, get the bag never been a drag, see shots from old hags,
Yo this is new school, mixed with a little old school, peep the visual,
Only do numbers with residuals, smooth criminal, like mj on a take away,
Got my tongue out, when I see young chick looking stout,
My speakers stay maxed out, aired out, only the real feel me out,
I been this way, since I took Aerosmith pathways, running things always,
Don't do strays, still toast champagne with loaded AKs,
Welcome to doomsday protege, either way you can't avoid the madness display,
I'm nas I'm biggie I'm pac I'm jay z, nah my skills ain't for the lazy,
Play at the clubs, low down see how many hoes come around,
When you making money by the pounds,
Or better yet tons, see these ones,
Millions you never touched,
I keep it cold crushed, leave it on the hush, never let my seed bust,
In a ***** I don't trust, only invest in self, eat good and workout for my health,
Stay in stealth, most of the time I'm either writing, bars or peeping the skylines,
With the mental graffiti, still scoping the beautiful sceneries, young Nefertiti's,
Got me feeling greedy, and ***** change the whole worlds anatomy,
Can't shatter me, I'm antimatter sitting fatter, once the spirits flatter,
Themselves around me, upped my levels from the third, to the ninth dynasty,
Chilling with powers of mxyplix, hope you feeling it, I've been living it,
Bars is spilling ****, all over the floor I polish more and more, too *******,
Radio edits, real brothers with street credit, I is Is and Is is I,
Right across ya third eye, I frail born in the muddy waters, of the holy grail,
Mannish boy with no joy, I took chips but avoid the ahoys,
Yeyo suckas love to sell yeyo, but how you would feel, if you sitting in jail,
Time moving like a snail, I gotta get more kale, see how I flip the scales,
Money overflowing, traces of my mind from the **** blowing,
We keep going and going, htown letting you know how we be flowing,
Over the rivers, don't let the creek rise, hang with wise guys, who got mob ties,
By the time they realize, they'll be me, with hockey face mask as a disguise,
End of discussion, que the percussion, once the beats hits, begins a crushing,
Hushing, out all my crictics flapping they mouths, ******* talking about,
Word to the souf, you know why they call it *****, murders spreads so easily,
Ain't nothing to brag about, I'm just giving up the real, only appeal to the real,
We don't do cops, cuz pigs love to squeal, after tickets of a meal,
I lay it cool, since I was in grade school, I knew I couldnt be a mule,
Though a ******* in class, amongst the mass, still had a complicated task,
How can I unmask, the world's mask unchained melody, of misery,
Do they see what I see, focus on my spiritual lens, **** a 500 series Benz,
I'm in the studio, like Michael and Prince, petty beef with mutual respecto,
See the manifesto, no communist points I'm just here to annoint
Francisco DH Oct 2013
Because once we are snagged by the hook of their words
We sometimes want to release the pain.
We want to let the words speak for us while we take a back seat

Because once our hearts are chained to their power
we sometimes need to let the screams fill the pages in ALL CAPS.
Sometimes we need to bury our pain with lead and shavings.

Because sometimes the only thing that is stable is the rhymes and stanzas
The structure of 5-7-5 gives us control
The freestyles might not be enough
but they at least let us express how we feel with out being turned down.

This is why we write Heart Broken Love Poems.
from top to to bottom i drop
mad flows wear baggy clothes
im ol school sip sryyyup n cisco
blaze blunts slow
blow smoke out the nose
i suppose
haters get a new job
cuz i aint hirin' firin
the whoe commission
we got ammunition
me n boyz neva played with toys
just gats bats to loot quick to shoot
any muthafucka thats moves
dont disturb this groove
we in ya system
"eradicate" the "fake" jews so listen up black folks pay attention
this is ya final warning scorning
every nation no hesitation
as I roll in my big cadillac
with two dope homiez in the back
while spittin' facts
eatin' ******* jacks
yea they quick too gat
so watch ya chit chat
cuz we all that
we tighter than gorilla glue
leave critics stuck open like clue
take a guess we neva stress
we oenophile from being problem child
super flagrant that means im foul
growl always on the prowl
these fools spit
mad constapited
haters embrace the caskets
puttin' terror in the new era
old school in my bones
i keep yall tracked
like military drones uh

cooler than an orangutan
eating a tangerine
naw sloppy me yall just miss me
with bull
pull heat out of my wool
that hair for you dumb dumbs
dump *** **** on a girls mouth
make her go numb
this aint a mystery or a conundrum
sound the drum um
coming with a crazy style flow
funky cut with that hyrdo i blow
skunks forever how can ya endeavor anyting i say is clever
never say never
beat my foes with meat cleaver none could sever
me and rhymes like starsky
and hutch i clutch
this world in my palms
this just one of my pslam
got homie name beanie
no kin to Islam
sound the alarm
yosef causin fire even in the water slaughter
the best who ever test me on the mic dont get next
i used to flex the hardest
up in cheap apartments where all.my freestyles was spent
ninety minutes of tape sessions
the black clark kent
superman these hoes flows
leave ya expose
****** from the tip of ya nose
my lyricism grows and grows
while ******* start hatin'
im creatin'
money in the bundles
chillin' in the hut smoke that good Jamaican what

— The End —