Freestyle, baby!

[Taki 183]

Yo, I'm fantastic like the window cleaner
these rap bastads want to stick me like window adheisive
I aint gangster and I dont pretend to be it
I flow that sick shit like a kemo-pateint into a kleenex
The only thing that can match me in lentgh, flow, and integredy is my penis
So many rappers comin up today, I dont believe it
They think they can rap and free but all I see is krackers with computers
And when someone asks me to a battle its always "You first"
When people adore ya, one becomes in a state of euphoria
You enjoy the popularity but your scared to see it can end as easily as Sonny Bono and that tree
peace

[RoX-aka-kgh]

i bet im the greatest rapper yet
from battle scars i still collect, i continue to be the best RB vet
you fishy niggas need vests to protect ya chest from insects
Im talkin bout them slugs, that leave people takin permenant rests
ya boy is a pests, got you sleepy niggas prayin for death
for throwin up sets i have ya click folded and pressed
cold on the steps, with holes in ya neck like a clarinet
address you to hells nest, after i mail tef's to ya LEX
i bring more stress, then the civil rights protest
take a minute to process, then realize the progress
i make homos blood flow you couldnt stop wit a COTEX
cuz im so fresh, million dolla checks, where do i go next
besides the chicks that give me mo sex

[NeW~LiFe]

My technique is really ill,
im really skilled,
I’ll smack u in ya grilly, grill,
U ant really real,
Im killing mics like silent hill,
Im kind of chill,
Until,
I kill, wit dirty bombs I build
An still,
Im harder than bags of Viagra pills,
Ya fate is sealed,
Cuss I attack like, the navy seal,
Or maybe shield,
All 4 the mean dollar bill,
I mean dollar bills,
Kill like helter-skelter,
And that 4 real,
And as 4 skill,
I have ample, wit no frills,
The best have no deal,
Hungry wit no meals,
Unless if they on wheels,
Thay Crazies an wont chill,
Until,
Thay get rich or get killed
An still,
I stay really really ill,
Smacking u in ya little girly grill,
cus U really nil,
U lack in zeal,
I eat mc like have veal,
Wit mass appeal,
4 dis disease, its no pills,
Im sickle cell
Out-of-a-pickle…hell,
on Fickle bail,
if Satan byen souls
how many have selled
if the mink shall
inherit the Erath well
im frail

[NeW~LiFe]

rest of yall suck

[!Slica!]

^ lol look at his freestyle

[Devastate Mindz]

Word lmao...

[Shadow_Dragon]

Too many catz is lyin awake,
prayin dat shadow dragon one day, turns out to be fake,
But i aint goin nowhere im as real as it gets,
Dis flow is pretty simple but i have no regrets,
And as i grow old, comes more killer rap flows,
Thatll murder anyone who likes to have a go,

[44-Kalibur-9]

yo go vote on my battle cats........peace..................

[Y-es]

with windows closed, i breeze in with skilled flows/
i eaze in like lubricated hoes using vibrating dildos/
i cut throats, with a stainless steel ginsu stroke/
i'll slice ya coach, swap teams and bench ya folks/
trade ya best player for my worst,.... destroy ya hope/
my bambino curse, got ya white sox red with blood soaked/
i got niggaz vexed on how i carry teks in a sued trench coat/
if i get provoked, go to school, get the teacher i hate the most/
Y-es the god mc, nobody illler than me/
the realler the battle nigga , the better i be/

[Furious Stylez]

If guns were words, I'd have these pussies undettered
You wanna step to the Don? Take a number nerd
I'll run the herd and then I'll break from the pack
Blaze and attack, with a magnum straight to your back

Blatantly crap, half these members are frauds
So when bored, I just leave a clown dismembered with swords
Distendin this board, sissy don't doubt
Fuck ya clout ya only posting in here to raise ya post count

[Gahno]

dis my 1st RB freestyle appearance,
my words spread rapidly fierce,
afta dis 1 piece ya'll be usin dis as reference,
even if ur psycotic u'll soon realize fears,
dis alone brings ur neck 2 ur chest,
readin dis will disengage ur whole body in2 rest,
sleep 4eva...till Gahno comes wen judgement-day resets,

[calmdown]

when i speak its in tongues , the craze of lyrics shootin off my tongue, most people show respect and ready to shoot up some guns, pourin liquor for my dead homies that got killed, blazin up weed fo my nigga's in hell, i can't complete my sentences still they fragments of a noun/
i'm like the kid in the drug free comerical i'mma let you drown/ after the fact i get a good laugh and ride around/ i see bubbles on the surface and i'm lacein up my addias the white and black ones/ that concludes this and that matter of fact i'm bout to write this on paper and add to that

[Figure]

The come back...
a microphone in the light, jus hold ure own in the fight
let it go and ready ure bones for the flow of ure life
battle that kid across the stage, bossing the lame
and when ure done, get his name n cross if off of ure page
jus another one down, the next night, remember, ya best lines
so best be ready, cos shit, this aint no text rhyme
the kids a poet, ure a damn rapper, show it..
Mc's get hit and they'll still never fucken know it.
Cos, they'll never be able handle you're rap, you're samplin his act
to come back with a lyric attack, he's rambling crap
make him an example, dont banter and blast, nonesence
be more constant and stick his ass on ya mantle... ya back.

[tae-kwon-flippa]

these days my crews been gettin ultra thrifty
so i keep my .45 with me, just for niggas actin shifty
if ur gonna draw i hope u know its risky
cuz im gettin tired of all these mo fuckas tryina diss me
if u see me in streets u had better run
we both know u gotta intense fear of gunz

[Rawganic]

mahfuckahz is wack/
im back/
on the attack/
with a gat/
ratatatatat/
and your face goes BLAT!/
you a wack cat/
looking like a rat/
with a backpack/
you aesop loving fags got nuttin/
y'all suck & ../
..im willin to bet/
y'all aint never even seen a tech/
protect ya neck/
like wu tang/
i do thangs/
to pootang/
that y'all couldnt fathom/
and come back like a boom-rang!


ROFL