Freestyle, baby!

[M Pulsive]

Its hard in the hood, people are hurt constantly
And when the little kids grow, they grow out of what they want to be
Caz now they the threat, and now ur the vet thats in the way
No friends to play with, caz they dead in the stasis state
U facin gray times daily, gettin jacked into lit alleys
Dont gotta be night, thats includin York and Cali
Drive bys on ur burb home, ur kids and wifey caught dead
And the people who did it were ur friends, now they guns talk and pledge...
ur fam to the grave, quiet at there graves with nothing to say
Except good by at the moment, and see ya love ones another day

[Daflava]

Bitch trema, u aint no tru fella with them wack punchlines u get a quick eliminate fella, wat tha fuk u know about nick, man spit quick, boyy u stik to toons cuz really shit, u da wak one that needsta elevate, with unrelaited mafia pics, bitch u the one that needs to realize your fate, before u become a nobody, and will neva cross this gate, so before u put ur ugly bitch on this website, think about all the dises that u gonna from that but dont fight

[GhettoGurl13]

i got no idea what im typing, i am such a sap,
my raps sound like they were wrote by tupac,
why do i try why do i bother, i suck at dis shit come on give a holler,
this rhym messed up with all da improper grammer, ripp it up and smash it with a hammer.

[Pusha C]

lets get to dissing Ghetto gurl......................................../
but i aint even gone wast my time on dat ole gurl.............../
you can make a hit now but niggaz gone still disrespect you/
Niggaz turn there back on every one and there crew........./
This is Outrageous the shit is a shame.........................../
they goin agianst the "G" could thats not how you do the game/
i got alot friends but this site full of enemies...................../
niggaz pretend hard on the net they not a friend to me...../


just rote anything cuz i am bored

[GhettoGurl13]

pusha, im board too, so im gonna sit here and "Pusha" round you,
so you wanna diss, well i dont think ya want to arrive on my bad list,
ok, so lets talk commission, how bout me and you in a competition,
id whoop your ass straight up on that one,
cause nuthing stops my beat when i go up there and crack em!

[-IsIs-]

(actual street cypher,
done Thursday, June 09, 2005)

Yo, yo, yo,

This faggot can beef with me,
streets attack this mean g, from the city leader of me,
speakers to be, fall enchanted to my spell,
hells well drink and fall to unshelled spell,
(backround voice: SPREWELL)
sprewell? well ive fallin from the deep hill,
skills spill, well from my brand new sprewells,
verbal clips spill, attack the real, like the E pill,
fell from hell to bring pain, The algorythms turn to reighn..
(backround voice: MALICE)
This falace to end with the eeh,
shatters mind malice with the powers of me,
cmon mayne, i diss and shyte,
the mutha fucker can rhyme am i right.
(backround voiceS: FUCK NO BITCH (laughter) (car backfire))
Snap back, through fat raps, that leave fuck I fucked up I fucked up hahaha let me go again.
(backround voice: yo, black who the fuck is that, that jamie? what up black? get the fuck outta here! pussy)

Back to what was at hand,
Get off that wack, we dont need that,
spit back, off you cheap rap, and weak track,
I speak phat, through this freak meek who claims ill,
The weak raps, you speak black, leave you with teeth gaps,
(backround voices: OHHH!)
Freaked cats, get smashed with sleak bats, we beat clean frats,
you dream raps, that feel good like orgasm, back spasm,
leaves you with wack sarcasm,
(backround voice: RUTLAND BABY!)
R,U,T,L,A,N,D, spells the evil place that brought the lyrical out of me,
Spit ill, rappers get hit from my verbal missle..
(backround voices:what up god?)

[~Kilo~]

Kilo & Capone collabo....me and Capone rapped as Don D wrote it out...so here it is... f/b plz.

(Intro)
Yo son, i'ma higher then a muthafucker....lets free.

(Kilo)
yea..yo, it's VA's hottest no question, ask about Ki and Ca-pone/
if not known for the rap its weapons, or bout us kickin in ya-home/
i spit best when high it's like i focus, more then usual rhymes-deep/
eat MC's as if i were a fuckin lotus, like the plaque cept nine-sweeps/
nine times my rhymes collapse ya spines and rattle ya enzymes/
wit ten lines i'm divine people gotta rewind juss to try'n see-mine/
SB is the place i reside, a place where thugs always collide/
I neva even rele tried, but like spinna's my rhymes jus ride/
the beat it's unique to see such-a-thang, but also split ya-dome/
My hollows penetrate and touch-ya-brain, finish dem boys Ca-pone/

(Capone)
You ya'll betta listen to Ki-lo, or we put da beatdown like D-bo/
our rhymes tight like a speed-o, we clown ya Jackass like Steve-o/
chronic we-blow get on ya knee-ho, damn them boys pimpin-damn/
jus let three-go out da damn ea-gle, ya e-go gon have ya limpin-man/
thats if you lucky, cuz home-boy we clutch-heat, nigga cant touch-me/
nigga's shit sucky, our lyrics is tite and just-street, to hata's much-beef/

[wordplay]

they keep me locked in a straight jacket, cause of a rape habit I've had since jadakiss was in puffy suits dancin', colapsed back attributed to straps, tightened, my life is, lifeless, i like it, predictable, last time they let me loose I slit a throat, hid and joked, with a shadow that spit and smoked, cigarettes, chewed nicorette, slewed coke and meth, his lungs choked for breath, he's my favorite figment, my imaginations vivid, each lascerations slick with,hemoglobin, light headed, I keep on walkin', thoughts connecting with psychic's talkin', flesh hits the floor, his watch is in my pocket.

[ThEboUleVarD]

evry1 ignores the pain of a hungry nigga, expectin him 2 do rite holdin up his middle finger, fuck the world and fuck you nigga this aint no haiku, this sum shit u kill to and get kicked outta highschool, evry1 laughs at the quiet nigga as he hides behind the shades, his blade is blood red from stabbin a nigga in his braids, all the nigga really wanted was a piece a bread, nigga i'll rip ya eyes out or ribs instead, put me on ya tv and call me fuckn crazy, what happnd to the dropout who was jus fuckin lazy, homicide is 2 abundant but i'll watch ur brains fly, who evr thought this 12 year old would watch his mom die, tryna get revenge when u cant make this world even, fuck all u niggas ther aint no god i believe in,

[Brainz]

Freshly fresh firing flow I got a thing for hiring hoes//
I dont stress stupid shit but I stay admiring blows//
I'm talking about the type you put your lips to it//
Mommi If you dont like me you shouldn't stick to spic//
Cuz Im the best there is fuck the rest look at the way I spit//
Chicks go crazy when they see Brainz hit the block//
Witha platinum grill and a golden hilt glock//
They call me Brainz cuz of the knowlege I get//
I get more brainz then autopsy labs//
I aint got time for ya pussy ass fags

[word perfect.]

drop a verse, like a free fall, free style for yall.
quicker then the gun draw,speeding bullets call.
feeling in your gut rising up, like the drop, to much.
disorientated like whats what, not even a hunch..
like a fat blunt, wreck the bunch. eyes swelled shut
maybe in a week you'll see me, but ya verse wont touch.
i tell ya now, fear me, or ya better keep me cheery..
or stay weary....... i'll fuck you up so bad always be teary..

[YoungGlam]

give me a moment of peace//
get up leave then grab tha peace//
niggas cop work then pop a nigga within a hour of they realest//
thats just longbeach//
where theres no such thing as a quiet streets//
bullets fuck up your hairline like you got a widows peak//
this shits deep

[YoungGlam]

niggas never get a chance to rest//
i lift weight and i dont mean bench press//
the more i pitch tha more tha feinds hit im on the winnin side//
money but am i comitin a genoxide//
if you think about it im killin black people servin this drugs of mine//
and im riskin my freedom what if somebody drop a dime//
niggas envey me they tha same color as limes//
i dont look at my girl because love is blind//
at tha same time//
i know im wrong cuz i got a good girl and a chick on tha side//
they both dimes//
hate to hurt um both//
so i try to hide them away like tha gadgets in batmans coat//
then i got to watch for these niggas cuz they want my shirt soked//
so i keep a gun or somethin to poke//
i laugh and i joke//
because my spirit aint broke//
ju know

[Darth Maul]

i feeling you young glam
i be on some Nas shit saying I known I can
never ran, from man, im hard headed preffer to get azz whope
my kindfloks consist of crimnals and crooks, when vista we need to put cash on there books
i dont understnad, niggaz hate me for no fucking reason
hommie i just log of to express my inner feelings, instead of luv there strated illing
put me place to commit black on black crime and get to killin
sleep with buner under my pilow
i luv my bitch death and refuse to let her become widow
dudes want it give it to them straight raw like dick in pussy with no rubber
so i acctack behine trees and trans cans in cover
my famliy life, give up both kidneys for my borther and mother

[ExCon]

alot of tight shit here