Freestyle, baby!

[Thump']

This is bull shit of the brain, that my brain drops out...
You say ya thoughts is fire, and you might get ya brains stomped out...
Physically demandin'... Verbal harshness will brand 'em...
Middle finger to ya crew, i'm the only man standin'...
Flow so terrific, the flows so explicit...
The flow too specific for your thoughts to get it...
I drop lines, Man, you shit it...
Not wit it, but... you fit it...
You stare at ass, watch it pass.. I get the digits, and i hit it...
It's Grammatical murder thats makin' ya'll choke...
It's Grammatical murder armed with diction and a scope...
It's about that time, finish line, let ya know ya rhymes ain't dope...
And the only time ya out of site, is when un-attach my scope...

[take.O.ver]

i love to spit about what i do in my leasure
fuck ya girl and forget about her, like i caught Amnesia
can't match what i just did, got you in disbelief
and you wack MC's do us a favor, make like a tree and leaf..
cuz I'm tired of this shit, step up ya competition
and i'm bombin every second, cuz i'm a man on a mission.

[chaotic mind]

its funny how the government killed thousands and got paid
but my man caught 1 body and been in jail for 1825 days
shit is wild and wen the towers went down a bad guy was picked
but he aint do shit goerge bush is the prick
that plained it out and the closest excape route
kept the money and left the gold in a safe house
all the bomb sniffin dogs were taken away the day before
its not logical for one tiny plane to make a tower hit the floor
there must be more niggas aint tellin the whole truth
now theres widows cryin and orphaned youth
im disusgted that the president would do us like this
this aint a free style more like a patrioitc diss
until r flags covered wit fog and mist
he gona fuck us over till democracy no longer exist
but heres the twist no matter how much i shout it
we as the people need to do somethin about it

[Vito Costello]

i spit energy... 'New-trons' is the name of the beginner league/
improved each of my entries....
.......and moved up to 'Pro-ton' with better teams/
i dont edit 'schemes', i case the scene n 'stick' to the game plan/
a theifs theme....
...i 'duct tape' lines and threatin my own typing hands/
like "listen up u 2, better not fuck this up for me and u, or else/
if u do, i'll cut up 8 of u, leave the middle 2..
....and point'em at my self "/
even when i ryhme soliloquies theres no similarity like my similes/
i structure multiple syllables like there were at least 10 of me/
i have a 'nasty' tendency to rip any emcee in my vicinity/
if its ya 1st time lyricly...
..i'll rape ya innocence and take ya virginity/
Vito's that bastard, a walkin The Saurus thats Illmaculate/
l'll make ya respitory Double X L...when i unload Mags in it/
if ya tagged..ya finished, that means ya life span diminshed/
i'll end it with emphasis that will make the Reeper Grimace/

[$kill$]

I'm doin what I do,
Cuzz that's how i stay true
Fakes allways be here
But that's not how I do
No hate, I got love for every place and every face
people aint gotta get shot,
But the Cops aint never gonna stop
So stay thug Forever, NoN StOp

[Jestik.]

Alright!!, Jes On da Free, Ay, hold up B.
See I Spit Real Nice. Yet Mean As Can be.
Anybody wantin' it come test against me.
unlike u, i don't need bush to be all i can b
Matta fact fuck da army i'm on a task to sluaghter.
headed to da white house, with da flag & a flask of water

[Martian]

j-a-d-e da invincable, incredible,
............phenomenoal,
a disease flow like cancer..its incurable,
jus a mischellaneous freestyle..
nothin serious jus simple.

[take.O.ver]

it's like every dime i see, yessir, i want-her
now get your hands up like i hit a three-pointer
cuz every shot i take, you know it's never soft
either in basketball or battles man i'm never off
and i'm draining buckets like the roof had a leak
punches come so hard, i'll knock you into next week
sorry dog but that's it, i said what needs to be said
& fuck you if you're sleepin on me, but now i'm off to bed..

[RoX-aka-kgh]

you can call me a demon
cause the flow so evil
i got grown men afraid of sleepin
you would rather over dose
then see me when you dreamin
i keep the toast in the over coat
beware when the toaster smoke

[HyP0ThetICle]

hop up in this cypher...spit like Ice Cube...
nah that aint me...me im a white dude...
calling me a cracker???now that shit is quite rude...
we can scrap wit raps...hell ill lyrically fight you...
cmon lets throw fists...show spits...
why would you wanna battle???when you got no hits...
oh shit...here comes Hype wit that sic flow...
get yo...crew so we can fuckin spit mo...
muhfucking hot raps then you got...me im hot and you you not...
this sposed to be a freestyle...turned to a battle rap...
heres a easy question...can ya ass handle that...
scramble back...like you was Vick in the 4th...
thought only the Dirty south was ill...see Hype's sic in the north...

[tobias]

i know he wasnt refereing to me, i pack rap like it was tucked under me.
my spirit flows free like waves in the sea,,,,,, an they can roll violently...
im triller then bun b. i be suspense like thrillers, my lyrics are mad killers.
i'll put holes in you like a collage on a wall, all you were was ,,,,,,,,filler.
im way iller, when i say freeze its not a picture, so u better stand stiller.
i spill blood in a battle rap even my lyrics snap, i see fake cause im realer.
ur lyrics ripped off like little kids to a dealer. ur just a petty lyric stealer.
i slit your throat like a pig going to slaughter... on the street. u a squealer.
visualize wack go look in a mirror, bring the comp, and ull see ur inferior.
you could be that lake its one of the greats,, and u'll never be superior.

[Don Q]

just like J.R. Writer, catch my riot pump
cant run, duck nor hide when I fire at you chumps
ya niggaz think its funny, just smile at my gun
cant escape, slugz penetrate when they dump
and no nigga, this aint no publicity stunt
when the shells crack your skull, all you hear is crunch

[tobias]

your not the only one to pack heat, its cold in the street.
it hauls off,9 on me. close to the sawed off, to see u to sleep.
For thinkin u could fire peeps. im haveing frog legs if u leap.
red all over my face like i savagely at too many beeeeeeats.
i reap souls frm creeps after i walk over them wit football cletes.
they like megabytes that disspear, i compete, like pushing delete.

[WizzardofOz]

out in the snow, freezin cold, chopping a tree
swinging that axe in weather minus 10 degrees
under a week till that chubby guy in red comes
that bitch will eat all my cookies and only leave crumbs
he wont even leave coal in my smelly sock
when he come down my chimney...........
he'll be staring dead face down the chamber of my glock.

[Da AniMaL]

Half these cats that battle back, talk wack about guns
retrack and look back, 'cause y'all still live with ya moms
I give mums to ya girlfriend, and take her to homecoming
I'll put ya game on ice, then you'll really be Cool Running
Voted the president, but missed the election
Stab newbs with my ink pen, and give them, a lyrical infection
He's messin', like Usher this is my confession
If you ask me to battle, I already beat ya before the session
I'm progressin' with each rhyme, the scheme is gettin' too clean
I'll take away ya glory and ya story, like the editor in a magazine