Freewrite cypher PT.3

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  1. barnizzle

    barnizzle HIP HOP

    Sep 25, 2004
    llettin the game go aint easy as its showed to be
    look in mirrors at night...wit no lights
    see the pain the game had sold to me
    mental disease'd and lung sickness
    gotten a hold of me
    blunt splittin and gun liftin
    fiendin for dro to breathe
    scholars wit wisdom misleadin
    got me decipherin meanings like
    if its free will how shit happen for reasons
    why do murders increase warmer the season
    why we mourn when they leave
    but couldnt drop a line when they breathing
    i'm so sorry my deepest, apologies to those rest in peace'n
    was a victim of sess and demons infested my mind as i'm sleepin
    only a child even, evil coated the classes they teachin
    memories explain the reason i'm heathen
    suffer from drinkin liqour and weed hittin L's while i'm dreamin
  2. barnizzle

    barnizzle HIP HOP

    Sep 25, 2004
    symptoms familiar and trife..
    i've noticied these
    chicks dont want be wife
    nowadays bible said thats how its supposed to be
    bitches known to me that gave me dome and leaved
    never wifey a slut thats how it was coached to me
  3. MC-Panther

    MC-Panther New Member

    Jul 10, 2006
    The grim reaper is present. don't try to doubt the fear
    I havent dropped a bomb on this forum in about a year
    cats talk when they should listen, showing a mouth for ears
    and the majority of the shit that they drop, is out the rear.
    just shut your traps and rest your gums
    my raps are like rats that infest the slums
    ill punch you in the ribs and compress your lungs
    im stretched for funds, youd better leave your necklace runned
    cause ill knock a faggot out before he can even flex his guns
    sess and rum, is a diet that keeps me healthy
    but im broke and hungry, so my solution, is eat the wealthy
    behind enemy lines im creeping stealthly
    and sparing no souls, cause id be an idiot if i thought the weak could help me
    i need an L please, weed is my only form of therapy
    i beat bitches, every hooker on the corner is scared of me.
    an asshole, i dictate the masses like castro
    rain on you motherfuckers with flash floods and fast flows
    when i drop the gavel, emcees hang from gallows
    it aint a sweet thang, when the street slang unravels
  4. barnizzle

    barnizzle HIP HOP

    Sep 25, 2004
    streets so lethal,
    cats lying in rhymes
    bout what they doing to people all u niggaz is see thru
    my life is the prequel.......
    to the birth of my daughter
    words of a scholar in the verse of a marter
    peek thru to the sequel
    motion picture reel you
    witness hurt that i harbored
    memory recall snatchin purse in the park and..
    shot by a dart from this art give anneurisms
    show Mannerisms of a genius improvin
    seen, dreams ruined from keys moved like key's doin
    obsence, boothin urban theme music, one
  5. barnizzle

    barnizzle HIP HOP

    Sep 25, 2004
    shits hopeless....hoes just
    circle like vultures need,
    work like sculptures and symphony's
    letting the god know it aint meant to be..
    letting the broad go she aint meant for me..
    i was debtin the hard road that a pimp can lead
    forgettin the lost souls that i dreamt to leave..
    was bettin on hard rolls so i flips those keys
    regrettin what lord knows, if i just could breathe
    lat-ely i'm busy taking care of my seed....
    but me..and my BM got problems wit speech
    flip and get into it then she call the police
    babylon batallion
    jumpoffs cell digits getting seen...
    all u hear is shreeks and screams
    snares in the beat i repair wit my speech
    like maybe...
    if u approach us...and u dont know us
    u'll be feeling a cold rush chest aired in the street...
    close ya eyes and stare at defeat...
    growing up as heir to a creep
    momma was loving but....evil hugged me up
    the beast lair is the streets
    i was posted right there wit a piece...
  6. Linxz

    Linxz What!

    Feb 5, 2006
    I don't cause problems, not like I want em/
    whose stunting, my problem solver revolve shyt/
    they talk it, but we the main person living/
    i'm wreckless, down to head bust a nygga/
    type to ryde out, wit nyggaz that just got bail out/
    lil nygga what ya talk'n bout, money aint the topic, the gat hav'ya walk it out/
    until the coroners come have to chalk ya out, flat line ya out line he out/
    ya gone like piss in the wind, while i'm blown like weed/
    spit heavily nygga, ya best take heed/
    spirit strong, born wit a cold heart/
    they doubt it, I made it, shitting from the throat, mouth piece full wit bars/
    nah i'm just that nygga, that started out struggling hard/
    assisting the rock cause most these nyggaz is soft, How I play to ball/
    play'n the courts pay'n the courts, break'n laws break'n jaws/
    so nygga what ya ask'n for, ya aint know/
    its razpy jeans stay baggy, fuck what ya ask me, I KNOW I"M NASTY/
    back in this shyt like drafts man, these characters followers, so they has beens/

    What the fuck is up man....come hard yo fo real!
  7. Linxz

    Linxz What!

    Feb 5, 2006
    I bet my life in these words nygga, you a ol herb nygga/
    nobody heard from ya nygga, you ol leech ass nygga/
    bitch ass nyggaz, we keep em shook my nygga/
    What my nygga, no front or stunts my nygga/
    back to the basic nygga, since the GAME lucked up/
    I aint talk'n fifty, talk'n bout that if-fy, got the game fuck up/
    what my nygga, we juice up, trunk tight throwed up/
    when a last time a nygga, really gave a fuck/
    you ol fuck boi nygga, now you dap em up/
    while i'm willing to wrap em up, shitty, shitty, bang, bang em up/
    nygga what to nygga who, thats all it takes to do my do/
    I do what it does, wont find me not being what it was...ewww/
    thats nasty, how i like it cuz/

    lol...yall aint ready...REAL TALK!
  8. barnizzle

    barnizzle HIP HOP

    Sep 25, 2004
    so what do you do if u dropped outta school
    for hustling moves
    playin pool chasin sum'n thats new..
    if i knew, all of the rules of this life that i ruled
    checkers not chess my mood i'd be fresh wit the moves...
    i was blessed wit a tool, he slight gifted wit verbal views
    i write visions, light hittin the ice'is like prisms thru herbals used..
    tales of crew that'll turn on u, women who wombs is tombs
    homicide victims and gas fumes rent thats past due..
    where right hands is buyin u burners used..
    right handed i am but when it, comes to the iron i'm lefty lou
    rockin wife beaters from where ike turner grew
    these is only my views who is u to me....
    i'm usually blunted off too or three
    what do u do when ya bm got an attitude..
    ya son is new, need diapers food months he only 2
    fuck should i do
    oppurtunity's somethin i blew
    nigga remedies used blunts i pull a lonely few..
    remember my homie boo
    nigga was a fool rest in pieced'd at 22..
    i got a need for weed til i see some peace
    things, happen for reasons so i rap for no meanin
    i pre-concived what u read on screens
    what i seen in life could be seen in dreams
    too deep for readin this PG13 u seein...

  9. barnizzle

    barnizzle HIP HOP

    Sep 25, 2004
    yeah thats whats up
  10. barnizzle

    barnizzle HIP HOP

    Sep 25, 2004
    its like a fuckin diary, day in thelife of
  11. Prodigal_Son

    Prodigal_Son FlObama

    Jan 25, 2008
    Check it. For all the rappers.

    If Hov' God MC then I'm the Prodigal Son
    SO now I'm walkin this way like Reverend Run
    My journey home to hip-hop has just begun
    You can't stop hip-hop especially from one who
    Got it in his soul like Nasty Nas do
    Like Kanye West do
    Like Pac and BIG do
    Or did
    Cuz even once you dead it still lives
    When heroes of the street turn to legends of the beat
    When niggaz who had nothin' all of a sudden are elite
    What you expect us to rap about besides the kicks on our feet
    Or the chains on our neck or how we livin sweet
    Or the city that we rep and the broads that we can keep
    That's what niggaz wanna hear and we rap so we can eat
    So in order to eat meat we dumb down lyrically
    Sometimes rappers makes albums I'm like "you must be kidding me"
    But talk to that same emcee he'll say "That's not really me
    But the low record sales of lyricist installs fear in me"
    Don't they under stand that when they demand dumbs raps about the same thing they rule hip-hop through tyranny
    When Franchise out sells AZ it brings a tear to me
    Wait, let me slow it down for those who not hearin me
    Cuz my verses use words over fourth grade vocabulary
    {deep breath} there, let me revive my respiratoy system so that you can listen to more of what I've got to say
    From now on every day
    I shall declare it jungle day
    That means you must be the strongest or you will get washed away
  12. 6ftground


    Jun 22, 2003
    washed away ( what up b-Nizz i see it's still hot) Ok Lets Flow..

    The cost to date
    Death and capital punishment
    Research and see the fate
    You see the hate in 36 states
    Deaths come-in to strap you in it’s a lethal injection
    I know you see it in your hoods hardest of sections
    Here’s my prediction deaths shaving heads
    It’s another electrical execution
    1099 to date died by lethal injection
    6 only rap’d in the pass now I lyrically enhance
    The minds to dance evolution is my tongue
    My mind is the ignition so, so, my thought pattern vogues
    to the next premonition , got haters suspicions feeling vague
    niccaz it’s 6ftground and I’m back to-- portent, flows
    call it an omen or sign just now my flow is sublime
    “Deaths come-in to strap you in it’s a lethal injection”(8X fade out)
  13. barnizzle

    barnizzle HIP HOP

    Sep 25, 2004
    what up 6

    believe its one,hunid
    u should get u a dub...
    or drink somethin..
    get blunted as u read this one,
    some hate it and love it
    but when i'm out in the public
    'never get tested... or fronted
    maybe they can...
    see the gun, when i'm strecthin...
    carhart coat
    black hoodie hide the heckaler weapon
    i was handin out lessons in life
    but this ones's for fun
    talk about seized guns and stacked funds
    ms.jacksons wont let me see my son
    BM tryin to leave can't cope wit her moms
    so i got my hands folded in darkness
    askin where the ending but get told this where the start is
    heavenly father sendin me signs, vented thru rhymes
    witness endin of times, 2010 or some time
    codes lathargic told and jotted by a young arsonist
    a poem carver that glow in darkness like illuminati
    my hobby's being a cold freetype artist..
    u could catch me prolly wit a wop like gotti..
  14. KOzS

    KOzS .Juster

    Apr 1, 2002
    lock these flows down in a heart beat
    start sleek, then the rhymes knock geeks off they feet
    kozs be the kid y'all wanna be
    even tha spice girl song's for me
    never spit awkwardly, I see you cowards stalking me
    jealous cause I'm walkin free, plus I gotta be
    the most insane person since hitler and the nazis
    even hannibal would stop and talk to me
    in perma psychosis, be always droppin heat
    spit a 160 minute track and call it an anthology
    still never stop the beat.. get the homeless of the streets
    and make em run credit frauds for me
    its thier highest and best use if you think logically
    not shut the fuck up and hand over a bottle a keiths before I fall asleep
  15. barnizzle

    barnizzle HIP HOP

    Sep 25, 2004
    my, sleepin is bad no sheep in the plans...
    blue,print'd on graphs
    transmitted to your's true,
    witness a scene where i grew
    chronic and booze, dirty rooms
    jordan shoes regals and loot
    stressed from dreams thats scarier,
    see thru barrier blocked passages
    my inner me,know of things too evil to view
    memory mach laspin ta..
    salem's lots and cops caskets and...
    hip hop crashin i forecasted what u see happenin
    thru, visions of scams i seen
    d's, hop outta vans wit burners in hand thats used
    lil mans hand scrammin contraband hid in his shoe
    2 strikes already used a thrid and he thru..
    words that i threw
    on the screen worth more than u knew

  16. barnizzle

    barnizzle HIP HOP

    Sep 25, 2004
    stl hot summers, blizzards in winter
    70, degree mornings and snow by dinner
    got 4, rellos to smoke,from the store i went ta
    s'where i stood foe, a good fo
    hours wit good dro, made a killin
    44 on floor of the sentra, on screen i'm illin murder he spoke
    lowkey, come from poverty stricken dreams of killers and smoke,
    its obviously written
    these are prophecy writtens, hard to depict tha
    crib when its frigid in fact, just to help decipher my visions
    knuckles blistered and cracked
    last day livid lads we an accurate fact...
    livin bad, pain that we bare on our backs
    thoughts derranged still fate is intact
    victims of television and thanks to that
    far from a winner....
    raps is art from a sinner
    found out his start was the finish
    lived in apartments wit tennats addicted to crack..
    didnt diminish my part, in the endin, f times
    just cemented my rhymes, i was a nigga smarter than ave
    same script different scene...
    too many of these
    gossipin hoes and gold diggers that scheme
    just sickn'n u adapt to obscene, hope god forgivin his tough demean...

  17. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Active Member

    Mar 11, 2007
    yea yo flow sick bruh keep doin it
  18. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Active Member

    Mar 11, 2007
    Free Style

    Man Ma City Real Wicked
    Im Jus Tryna Get A Meal Ticket
    An Keep Dat Iron Wen I Kick It
    Deze Ni99az Aint Gone Stank Me
    I Coulda Took Ya Life
    So Really Pimpin U Should Thank Me
    Mad Cuz Dey Baby Mama's Love Ta Drank Me
    I Might Jus Tell The Bytch Ta Drank Pee
    Dats Nasty
    But Still Deze Bytches Actin Classy
    Fukk Dem Fake As Hos Fareal
    Dey A Getcha Killed
    In Dis Muthafukkin Feild
    Watchin Ma Own Back Cuz I Only Trust Me
    I Purchase A Dub Sack In The Air Iz Wear Ma Blunts Be
    An I Dont Need Nobody Wen Them Bullets Buss And Twirl
    Dats Y I Wake Up Every Mornin Screamin Fukk The World
  19. icepick red

    icepick red New Member

    Nov 2, 2007
    wut up bbbbbbbbbb
  20. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

    Apr 5, 2003
    Fukk, the world, in a twirl, giftshop, here to swirl/
    and get in the mix, take you like a couple of flicks//
    that you think ubsurd, don't spit words, spit blurbs/
    the minimal architect, give you the full and half effect//
    leave you affected, red plumpness, on ya forearms/
    come like Goro, with 4-arms//
    Like a car alarm, going off, with street skeeters/
    leavin' marks on the pavement, delayed spit//
    sick common sense, rap conglomerate/
    bigger than a fbi operant//
    Intolerant, leave you infected like a cpu w/ a virus/
    cuz you sound sweeter than the daughter of Billy Ray ____//
    Yea, you know the rest, bulletproof, like I'm fitted with a vest/
    across my chest, tight snug, without a stretch//
    no contest, my conquest,/
    To eat you like an egg-Omlett at Breakfast//
    the checklist, I checked-it, take you off of the list/
    my accomplices, I try to compliment//
    like a right-hand man, in the back pocket/
    I've concoted, rhyme schemes, in a fast process//
    unidentified like UFO's or flying saucers/
    the literature author, writing short storys, in the labratory//
    70 dollars, get a gang of fireworks in Old Glory/
    this is mandatory, like walkin' a couple of stories//
    up in the buildin', what gift concielin'?/
    some 'ish, that'll bang like the roots, or madlvillain//
    peace. : )
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