Hip Hop Board - Freestyles

The Dark Hole (No homo)

TheMadWriter — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 06:28:50 GMT

Done to 'Russian Roulette'

When I was lowered as a flower felt that everything was over/
Thought that life would just be fine just as long as I stayed sober/
But it was the opposite cuz while I live i'm blazed over/
A crazed soldier lost in the game and the game's over/
Illusions, locked within everlasting confusion/
Paranoid schizophrenic livin with delusions/
Hallucin..ations visual people eludin/
Me from the truth of everything that I am doin/
Screw this, grab the gun i'm reachin for a magazine/
Figure if i'm not rational then I should radically/
End everything, even the hands that are grabbin me/
Pullin my anatomy to leave me out like scattered leaves/
Faggots wanna see my bleed i'm ravaged in this savagery/
Not healthy 'nuff to go to school i'm leavin the academy/
Why are teacher's mad at me? Actin so obnoxious/
Stop this, before I pull the muthafuckin glock bitch/
Test me, I say things that are literal consolin done/
I'm angry, my blood is 152 over 101/
Guess I am full of rage when i'm down here I hate crowds/
Feel like Joe Budden without the room and Escape Route/
Too late now, if I had a fan then he would see a/
Fantasy because i'd be locked on an anesthesia/
Morphined up, won't clean up in this caption/
Legend in my life's movie live like Michael Jackson/
Lackin satisfaction, want gratification/
Ragin, feel like i'm a rat that's fuckin caged in/
Hatin, everything I fell for a facade/
Fell through a mirage, now i'm questionin my faith in God/
It's a struggle this depression everything within the message/
Seems preposterous don't stop at this I tell myself bout blessins/
But to no avail it's all derailed I live and learn a lesson/
Maybe i'd be blessed in if I grabbed this fuckin Smith & Wesson/
But I can't summon the courage, mentally malnourished/
Needin food for thought to see if this is really fuckin worth it/
Earthed in, caved in, darkness I was birthed in/
Tell myself i'll get out but I feel like i'm the first in/
Feel like i'm the deepest askin God what he's bequeathed me/
So deep in this Earth it's core is blazin underneath me/
Bereaving, for the loss of my soul it's deceiving/
It couldn't hold up from the darkness in which it is writhing/
Sometimes it's with me, but it never stays again/
Then there goes the happiness, with it goes my radiance/
I'm diggin through this dirt covered question if i'll stay within/
A prison which I have descended risen to decay with friends/
No one wants to be here, don't deserve this low to fall/
No one wants the ecstasy, no one likes the propofol/
No one has rebuttals, wants to scuffle or even tustle/
I just want a muthafuckin shovel, that's it...

Frank The Rabbit- No Comment (Audio)

Homiewell — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 01:53:47 GMT

Im an intelligent creature with irrelevant features//
of bleak speeches I speak, call me the malevolent reaper//
the heat that I release'll have you smellin' your speakers//
the meanest beast that'll excel to repel a believer//
from existence who thought he had persistence to shoot me straight//
until he ends up chopped into pieces on a sushi plate//
Im the only cat that made it cool to hold a Uzi great//
squeeze it at you with intentions to leave you with ya kufi shaped//
a great gift in the mental/ bullets straight zip in your temple//
and exit when the thirty-eight rips with a wistle//
shells fly like spaceships till they shape-shift to a missle//
tearin' through you till it feels like a face lift when they sizzle//
If you battle me, I'll have you sleepin' in hell//
cuz like 'the narrator' from 'Fight Club' you're just 'beating yourself'//

Type B - Relevance

DXavier23 — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 00:27:33 GMT

Not on the bench, Im in the game , tho
Stay giving out sentences, till the case closed
Haters around, but I can spot em in plain clothes
Still I get green, like rotten tomatoes
Stop, turn the base low, Im the modern day Plato
I philosophize on beats, but not about cane tho
In this rap game, I am well received for sure
I am Sparta, this the Peloponnesian War
I fight for the W, until Im given the victory
Saying that you won is revisionist history
Like the Inglorious Basterds
In the rap bible, my story is plastered
Cause I battled glory, disasters,
All in one sitting , without intermitting
I came this far, theres no way Im quitting
Im so damn witty son
I got no reason to kill ya, but go head, gimme one
Still, Im not recognized
Altho I spit hundreds of clever rhymes
That will endure to the end of time
I specialize ---- in damaging mor-als bitch
Some look at rap , as saddening , nostalgic
But I shall never pout, quit
I am hiphop, yea , learn something about It.
------But before Im outta here
Must tell ya if the drought is near
You shouldnt doubt or fear
TYPE B, fights thee elements with intelligence
I will keep on typing until I reach relevance.

G.o.a.t.

ShawnDaDon — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 06:25:37 GMT

many emcees think they deserve this title
but i spit biblical nigga ill reverse the bible
epic battle compare to bison versus guile
inverse rapper go against the grain
sinful spit shameful rhyme repent the flame
thunderstorm status and here is where i rain/reign
king of this rap shit dont even try mayne
pilot this record and da beat is where i fly planes
kill a rapper so i have to refrane
myself from ethering anybody
seatbelted up keep many shottys
time for ride hop in the rollercoaster
evn have my baby momma hold down da toaster
put everything i have apply all skill
architect my rhyme take time i build
buildings in comparison to the twin towers
supernatural so watch me bend powers
go to you last day check out ya grim hours
so when i hit ya more than a flesh wound
egyptian status ill lay in a fresh tomb
send the grim reaper to fetch doom
blow dis shit up its a bet boom

Type B - Consequences

DXavier23 — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 23:18:14 GMT

Consequences
Can't maintain happiness
Lies told
Can't relay what happened if
I didn't get the conclusion I was seeking
I had a good weekend, but life's now bleak n'
I must face what I have comin..
Yea I make mistakes, Im still young n'
Dumb enough to make decisions Ill regret
Pendulum shifting, I put it all in retrospect
Damn whats the point
I raise my stock up but always disappoint
A normal occurrence, its sad
Yeah, im well-raised, should have learned from my Dad
To make an honest living
To be loving and forgiving
I guess from him, I had to be different
But this ain't about my father
Its about constant sadness, why should I even bother
Trying to achieve, or lying to deceive
Climbing all the trees, than falling like the leaves
Too much stress, cant afford it anymore
Dealing with the idea, no fortune can endure
When things are going right, its not maintainable
I must come to terms that desires aren't satiable
When you lose, you forget how to be great
Dont want certain tendencies to be personality traits
Instead be responsible and organized
I got a wealth of knowledge but cant afford the lies
That's the key, to avoid being locked in
A self-made concoction, containing nothing but toxins
I cant pin this shitty feeling on a single element
Its a compilation of things that I have been envelopin
You can tell I'm in a predicament of sorts
But If you're reading, thanks for giving your support.

Just Bulshiting

ShawnDaDon — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 18:26:47 GMT

Roll around in my indiana pacer
go hard ball out like danny granger
hopped in the ranger drive into danger
spitting hot bangers damn im such a hot sanger
shade on the lamp body box champ
beat up a tramp for using the last food stamp
new school rhyming used perfect timing
contract singing dash out not pay for my dining
nascar front man im the best racer
beam like a laser follow it with a chaser
brizzle a bitch he relle cant spit
feel em glits dont make sense fuck around get lynched
this shit is just a freestyle u see now
my free better than ya written any how
in this shit im the best comp-et-i-tor
scary skill mix alien with pred-a-tor
bail out ya whore u know whats in store
b rabbit and da don got this for sure
i understand why u mad no one likes ya style
so just step back for a while
wrie you best and come back
if its semi good ill cut u some slack
i read ys shit elementary rhyme pattern
one more bad track get ya brain splattered

like the titile said jus bulshitting with this freestyle

Frank The Rabbit- No Comment

Bunny_Rabbit — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 23:02:38 GMT

Im an intelligent creature with irrelevant features//
of bleak speeches I speak, call me the malevolent reaper//
the heat that I release'll have you smellin' your speakers//
the meanest beast that'll excel to repel a believer//
from existence who thought he had persistence to shoot me straight//
until he ends up chopped into pieces on a sushi plate//
Im the only cat that made it cool to hold a Uzi great//
squeeze it at you with intentions to leave you with ya kufi shaped//
a great gift in the mental/ bullets straight zip in your temple//
and exit when the thirty-eight rips with a wistle//
shells fly like spaceships till they shape-shift to a missle//
tearin' through you till it feels like a face lift when they sizzle//
a chick magnet with sick actions, Im rude with the facts//
I attract 'pussy' like a 'can of tuna' was glued to my ass//
If you battle me, I'll have you sleepin' in hell//
cuz like 'the narrator' from 'Fight Club' you're just 'beating yourself'//

Reasons Bunny_Rabbit gave for not having a microphone..

Homiewell — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 20:08:58 GMT

* No car
* Parents at work
* Friends are at college
* Other friends aren't old enough to drive
* My bike's messed up right now

Only way I can get a mic is If my grandma picks me up, but she's out of town right now. - Bunny_Rabbit Aka ThundaKat (IMDB Eminem Board)

ROFL LMFAO ^^

If you don't already know, this clown is infamous on the IMDB Eminem Board. He's a biter, a hypocrite, an arrogant jerk, he can't even afford a microphone to record his raps. He's got no friends, so he feels the need to add strangers from the forum to his Facebook (Matt Pollard)

Everytime we bring up his microphone predicament, he doesn't answer, he doesn't explain himself.

It's strange, he pretends to be bad ass, but he's not. People who are bad ass, certainly don't rely on their Granny to take them to the shops.

He's a textcee, he has no friends, no fanbase, no microphone, yet he's always talking about how he's wrote songs that shit over Drake's career.

He's threatened me with a diss track..

Matter of fact, there's a diss track aimed at you royal; It'll be on here not very long. - Bunny_Rabbit Aka ThundaKat (IMDB Eminem Board)

Cool, where is it? It's been like 2 months, you haven't done anything. Oh right, you don't have a microphone, so you can't record it.

Now, this clown calls "TheRealProtege" out on being a biter, despite the fact that he himself has been caught biting multiple times on the IMDB board and this board.

Lets take a look at what Matt claimed "TheRealProtege" bit..

"Kill you 'Jokers' in your prime like 'Heath Ledger' - Fag

"These Joker niggas OD'n pullin' a Heath Ledge" - Fabolous - Bunny_Rabbit

Lets not forget you used the bolded line in your "Put On" remix, so technically that makes you a biter as well.

What other lines did you claim that he bit?

"Shoot you with both hands on the nine like a quarter to ten" -Fag

"Both hands on the nine like a quarter to ten" - Crooked I - Bunny_Rabbit

You also used that line in your "Put On" remix, what's the problem?

HYPOCRITE..

Now, Bunny_Rabbit, Aka, ThundaKat, is under the impression that he's safe on this board, that his actions won't follow him, but he's mistaken. He'll never be taken seriously on any Hip Hop board, he's a loser.

Now, you've got plenty of ammunition to use against this guy, just bring up the fact that he doesn't have a microphone 24/7 and he'll soon shutup, either that or he'll stop posting for a couple of days like he has done on the IMDB board.

Sorry Matt, playtime is over, your text career is over, finished.

He'll come back at me with a bunch of generic insults and he'll fail to address any of these points. He'll claim that I'm on his dick, like he always does because that's the only way he can avoid admitting that he's a broke bum who can't afford a microphone. He'll most likely call me a "stalker" again, it's just another trick so he can avoid addressing why he's such a fucking loser, don't fall for it.

Better rapper than who? You're a textcee, you can't afford a microphone, shut the fuck up.

Claims he smokes weed also. Bunny_Rabbit, you're a kid, in school, if none of your mates are cool enough to have a car, I doubt they'd be cool enough to give you some weed for free, given that you're a broke bum who can't put aside money for a microphone, let alone drugs.

Bunny_Rabbit has no high ground to attack anyone, if you need reminding of that, read through this entire thread again.

The Glory

TheMadWriter — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 10:47:20 GMT

Damn...i've gotta get on some straight egotistical shit for a KANYE drop! It's all good...i've got a big ass ego anyway...

This is my testament, consider this nigga the best to vent/
I'll wet your back like a Mexican/

I could rap bout two glocks, ARs and kick rocks/
And spit crocks of hot that'll make your wristwatch STOP......./
My lines could make the time reverse/
My rhymes have paradigms that make my mind overt/
My grind's covert, 24 hours and 7 days/
I kill MCs so hard their chorus is what'cha say
They're askin me what'cha say and then I paste it in bold/
I'll snatch your chain the ratchet'll bang on that waste of gold/
Whoa, they're askin me what the fuck is my problem/
I'm on some God ish you can catch me drinkin out goblets/
They're like stop it, you're braggin talkin bout what'cha grabbin/
Talkin bout how ya stalkin, throwin ya chips all in/
I look at the full house, not knowin who to call in/
Hearts on their sleeves, with their faces of rage/
I tell em fuck ya'll, ya'll can catch an ace of spades/
I listen to these niggas, talkin bout how their winnin/
Sayin how they're replenished, in their prime and their grinnin/
Payin for r-r-rent and, actin like they ain't tenets/
Then they have a concert sayin Writer step in it/
Then they want props, they're thinkin I look convincin/
They start the verse 'i'm happy for you i'ma let you finish'/
I hear this and that Writer you ain't what you say/
I hear you ain't a genius you gon get stuck you gay/
Fuck you hey, listen to me gush this craze/
They're talkin to me, rantin stammerin bout who their aunt is/
Bother me bout their father tellin me not to start a/
Nother car in the lot that I recently bought uh/
I'm lookin at his girl, she's thirsty fuck the water/
Even if I had a Lil Wayne this bitch would want the carter/
I tell her he might go hard, baby I go harder/
Yo man's a jacket in bed, he's prolly just a starter/
So i'm talkin to her, he's yellin at me/
She's so caught in my words and he's failin with screams/
I take her to ecstasy, guess that's why I got haters/
Typical situation, head's empty as craters/
Darker than darth vader, demented thoughts/
Can't find my faults, I move like Baryshnikov/
A shish kabob, that's ya girl when my dick is caught/
MCs favor me because I spit the sickest talk/
You know it too, leave you and your bitch distraught/
It was number 10 remember that old list I taught?/
I expect you to, everyone should read my drops/
I've got leads into rhymes that exceed the props/
Believe to hype, or you can just recede in guap/
Cuz everyone knows haters only grow to be some COPs/
That or hobos, either way I scar their faces like Manolo/
Pull the strings behind their hits like bass with guitar solos/
When I start my flow though you can see the crowd's like gogo..gogo/
I counter the strike, I hit with the nose blows/
Rhymes causin riots, nigga why don't you try this?/
Try to match me in skill, and maybe your fans would buy shit/
Maybe your fans could pry this, ego up and deny that/
I'm half as good as what I proclaim maybe that's one sided/
Either way after this bar best believe i'm done rhymin/
So why don't I just let the thoughts from my rhymes chime in...?

So why don't I just let the thoughts from my rhymes chime in...?
Niggas go body yourselves, you'll never get my fuckin glory!

[P] Can You Guess Who I Am? [P]

TheRealProtege — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 08:14:25 GMT

I am the D.E.A n the fiend on the floor
I am voletta wallace n affena shakur
I am the victim n shooter.. the victor nd loser
I am the barrel of the gun n the clip to the ruger
I am the suicide bomber with the thougth of Bin Ladin
I am the prayer for those who got caugth in Man-hattan
I am the golden gates n depth into hell
I am the welfare check n the wealth to excell
I am the harvard grad n the nigga that dropped out
I am who posted bail n the nigga that copped out
I am the sober minded n drug addicted
I am the street code n the law that got thugs convicted
I am the sunshine n the rain in the clouds
I am the abortion n the parents claiming they proud
I am the blasphemer n the God that moved the sea
I am the state of hip hop n what it used to be

[P] Ten Text Commandments [P]

TheRealProtege — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 08:11:09 GMT

Aight..listen..if u a student sitting at your desk at campus
...Or a grown man thinking of your next advancement…
Whether you’re Vets or stand-ins, Kill or collectin’ handprints
Your all welcome to the 10 text commandments

Online there’s no copy-rights for your spitting
So if you want hype for your writtens
You gotta think sharp like a knife in the kitchen
Which brings me to rule # 1 there’s no biting or clipping
Whats clipping you say? It’s biting but in a different way
It’s not writing it’s flipping a phrase-- after you heard a line
When you like a punch use the idea and re-word the rhyme
So get on your grind and follow the steps above
Cause copy & paste rappers get NO respect or love
it’s known as fact in rap there’s no holding back
which brings me to rule# 2 make sure your flow is crack
use multi syllable rhyming with lyrical timing
if your looking to shine with each line this is critical priming
so listen close and pay attention if you’re a noob out to grow
if you use internal rhymes it will help to smooth out the flow
internal rhymes are based off the multi NOT the rhyme scheme itself
want your lines clean then stay on the rhyme scene cos time seems to help
In text you can’t use the tounge so the 3rd rules of thumb
Is to throw punches that’ll leave his face bruised and numb
Get some dirt on him, find out what site dude is from
N fuck a online team, your whole crew is bums..
so listen closely if you’re a beginner and new in this text
make sure your first line has something to do with the next
You’ll be aight as long as you don’t get off course or stray
And most important make sure your rhymes aint forced or played
Follow the 4th it pays! I learned no showing was a no no quick
Cause there’s nothing in this world wacker than a no show vic
That’s some homo shit, so if you want your verses to pop online
Follow the 5th commandment and remember to always drop on time
I’ve seen fags getting wrecked when I was checking the posts
But it takes a second at most for friends to start protecting the folks
Rule 6 is stay off aim and never resort to begging for votes
There’s 4 more commandments but for NOW the session is closed.

So Disrespectful

ShawnDaDon — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 23:48:31 GMT

you know me i stay disrespectful
strapped up i play wid da tech fool
talk shit and ill give you a lead full
switch hittin no need to push i pull
my team gone clap back call me ja rule
but with a 50 element
gritty as long as i get y cheddar bitch
briz a bitch he better quit
running his mouth will get him wetter quick
fake niggas out with a stutter step
kinfe weilder nigga ill cut her chest
fuck talking ill take the merrieman route
beat that bitch no better man out
ha ha i knock the tequila out
homie is curious briz ake the tila route
fag batting for both teams
blade make his throat scream
striking quicker than a ninja
keep da black four fifth to bend ya
sweet ass nigga faker than splenda

YEAH YEAH Shouts to my niogga Mad,Bunny,Braidz stay up my niggas and dont forget to feed

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TheMadWriter — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 23:40:27 GMT

FUCK COMMENTARY...BUMP MY KEY FREE...hahahaha, word. Fuck that feel em glitz shit, I need ya'll to bump this hit...check it...

I told you niggas i'm the hottest, ain't got shit to prove/
I got a to do list, you got a list to do/
I'll leave you bleedin pools for missin your fuckin que/
I can ghost your face now to show you what the ruckus do/
Please, step back before you see me start trippin/
I'll cut your beat off because i'll have your heart rippin/
You act like you're hard but you're in Wal Mart crippin/
You don't have what it takes to play me all parts missin/
Listen, my gat goes POP when the drop seems SHOT/
That's cuz I spit bullets like i'm a machine glock/
And best believe if I smoked I wouldn't rock hos/
Instead of doin beef i'd simply let the pot roast/
They know i'm Kano i'm a master of fatalities/
I kill a nigga let your soul blast through reality/
I've had it, I rip a beat like it's fabric/
Cuz my meaning is so thick it feels like magic/
Havoc, niggas try to say that i'm a hazard/
I let em talk while they're girl is screamin 'faster'
Bastard is what they call me cuz I got the blat-ter/
I'll send a bullet through your kidney and your bladder/
I'll set you up son, spike your drugs hire the whores there/
And when I 'see OD' I come with modern warfare/
Don't step to me with ego cuz i'll leave you sore there/
Wanna see how it works? Well you'll find more here....

There Can Only Be One.... im back!

Braidz — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 09:04:21 GMT

i been gone for a minute.. been focusing more on my audio shit

anyways heres this new track im working on. aint got a chorus yet.

im from the mountains... im atop of yall allready
i stay straight yall curvy, yall bowls of spaghetti
my engine roaring and ready these the laws that im settin
live life fast but yall just keep walking in ta dead ends

heres some food for thought dont bite for real
my names starting to rise like gas prices will
i know you like me still, I'll accept any challenger
time is cash, so im allways gripping on a calendar

I love rhyming and recording, with co. performing
Ill just keep getting hotter like global warming
we holding the crown? nah, we just dreaming ahead
these crews talk wit no action, like christians in bed

rappers wont get on my level, coz i didnt show them my steps
the rap game has got a virus, so i feed it some meds
i hold back time, rock more gold than mines. (get it?)
these rappers cant get parralel, unless they fold their lines

you nerds sitting on warcraft looking for an epic mount
while im networking real life uh-huh im stepping out
treat me as a work of art, HIP HOP im spitting image
my rhymes are like diarhea coz you are fearing this shit

im the flow that the earth gon be swallowed by in 2012
im full of material you rappers hollow men an empty shell
as i lay in my house i track your plays and your fouls
Smack the pay from your wealth, then my name out your mouth

stone age, old school, prophecy the mic rockers
your girls are getting stuck to our bodies, like tight boxers
bottom line you cant fuck with the, last prophecy
coz we move units like housing companies

im cosigned more than a government petition
im coming after yall like a subsequent position
its hard to start me, like an olden cold igntion
if there can only be one spot, we holdin pole position

audio should be done in the next few weeks

in the meantime check out this freestyle i did

DROP FEED!

Jared F. just sent me all the beats he produced for Escape Route

Bunny_Rabbit — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 05:27:03 GMT

Go to the Instrumental section on here and there you will find all the OFFICIAL, LEGIT beats he produced; great quality, btw.

Be sure to give me that rep.