You really wanna claim this like i ain't even on your level? I'm so far above you that I'm floating like angels and you underground sucking off devils I relentlessly murdered you last year back n forth like cutting down trees I made fun of you more often than marshal Mathers on Christopher reeves I left you paralyzed, speechless, dumbfounded, breathless and words getting wreckless The only time you got a damn bone then was when I let you have my sloppy seconds Who the hell are you kidding yolo this mess is about to be over Shhh I get more accolades than you ever will homie, I'm outer space like a NASA space rover I got fans that got fans and still none of em clapping or listening to your weak ass fake stunting I leave you in the dust, second best, I'm Williams , your Damon and this rap game is my Good Will Hunting
Burns that freestyle had the most flow out of any others I've read from you, you took my advice, props
Sorry this is kind of long: I'm lookin' like I'm gonna get it, you probably don't get it I come in your house with a microphone Lookin' like I'm about to set up a show in your kitchen I'm outta my mind but I feel like I'm in it If I never make it, don't make any difference I'm still gonna kill it You know what the deal is Ain't never no chillin' when I'm in the buildin' If he is a monster, Than I am a villain My music is sick, and you don't know what ill is You better get back, I don't write any filler I write what I feel and I'm feelin' a million So you better shh, be quiet, you hear it? I'm 'bout to lose it I'm on a whole different level of music Don't treat me like I don't have no clue how to do this You better rethink what you're thinkin' and move it Now picture me writin' when I was a kid tryna make it in music I'm thinkin' it's crazy I spent all my money on studio time, tryna get on my music so people could play it I'm a keep it 100, my music was terrible Learned to get better, the more that I made it Go back to my first album Most of you people, you probably don't know what I'm sayin', hold up! What you're witnessin' now, don't try to figure me out I grab on that microphone, jump in the car They was laughin' at me, who they laughin' at now, huh? I laugh at myself, some people they lookin' like, "Wow" The moment you told me that you was a rapper, I couldn't believe it You believe it now? Step in the booth and I murder it You never heard of a rapper that kill it like I do I sleep on the couch in the studio, stay up 'til 3 in the morning And write 'till I get more The moment I wake up I feel like I don't even sleep And I'm ready to put out my record Well, thank you for buyin' it! Maybe you burned it! But either way, I'm gonna wreck it! I look at the industry, look what it did to me You'll never make it if you never grind You put a whole lot of money into it, you better be ready to give it your time I look at the past few years of my life and I promise you I have been given it mine Try to keep up with this I'm not a puppet, no string on my back, I'm one of a kind Music is changing, no way to tame this I am an artist, look what I painted Hang up the caution tape, I'm dangerous Does anyone know where my brain is? Rappers are comfortable knowing they're famous But I really don't care what your name is And I really don't care if I'm nameless Y'all just drivin' around, I know where my lane is Cocky? Nah, I'm competitive? This is a job for me, it's adrenaline Don't try to box me in, I am Mayweather I come in the ring, my punches are way better I never drink but I live in these bars The moment you blink is the moment you lost Say you a king, who put you in charge? Don't care what you think, I'll break in your car Climb on the top of it, sound the alarm And wake up the neighborhood, rap in your yard And the carry the speakers on both of my arms 'Til you keep sleepin' on me, I'm at large Enough with the jokes, I ain't jokin' You come in a session with me I'm a show you what dope is And when I say dope I ain't talkin' 'bout smoke And I'm talkin' 'bout music that has an emotion I look at this mic, it's part of my family Take it away, I'm comin' to find you I've been through a lot in my life And it's hard to get people to listen when no one's behind you And then my homies came in the picture and gave me a shot And look at it now I look at the team I'm dealin' with, these people ain't playin' around Lookin' back, I gotta laugh I was in a whole different place a year ago I look at the math, I look at the map And thank you God, I swear it's a miracle And I'm sorry, but I gotta leave But man, this track was beautiful The least I can do if I murder a beat is take the time to go his funeral
@Yolo Again, cute forum, attackin my name haters just hate Im back in the game and to question my gangsta? its unreal Im what u wanna become, and thats skilled! Its a hat trick, 3 goals for the monsta and 3 goals youll never accomplish 1st one being that Im always bein real better bring steel when u enter Springfield bonus for free, Ima always stay strapped Youngstas like you might wanna hang back cuz when we get to poppin lil dudes aim for cover Bullets aint gon stop if you're a certain color! 2nd goal is easy, stay to urself so no need to pray for some help you say a mans name? slay him urself Or stay off his balls or play w/ ur health! Nobody can question my ethics or morals, its plural, ur pathetic! wanna see what comes next, trick? Goal #3, the one thats my ex chick! Im right, only cuz of my education stay in school boy, and stop hatin! I made you! All u gotta do is face it im pacin without any kinda patience! thats the lesson, 3 for the hat trick 3 for Static, zero for the last ***** Youve had it, and you cant ever match it blah blah blah... its freestyle magic.
I just slipped one degree past sane My life's globe spins circles in a four dimensional plane These walls are shape shifting, sometimes they're breathing Sometimes they leave me feeling like my brain is bleeding Hallucinating my future, leaving my past in this room. I feel like Neo when the orphan tells him there is no spoon My blue pill is the struggle So I take the red instead The path of least resistance is crawling inside my head I wake up ****** up, I'm a corrupted soul despite the Evident truth that hope's existence is likely I bury it away, take a sip of coffee and drive And I think: what a way to spend the young years of a life My demons can chase me but understand they never can break me If God exists then God's gift is to propel us into success and safety It shakes me. To realize I'm accepting death some day Cuz so far I've only lived a few moments away from earning a wage I'll keep on grinding. It takes hard work to build a bridge And if I burn it down after I'll forget to remember how it is To start from scratch Hold me tight and tell me that it's ok The warmest blanket is the six feet of soil I'm still evading I'll keep waiting, cuz I know my time will come But that doesn't mean I'll sit back and pretend like my work here is done Yeah I got plans. My dreams raise my spirit and soul I know that one day I'll dig myself up out of this hole The consequences of my actions never cease to amaze Karma strikes me down so quick I barely have time to give it praise It's important to remember to always change your ways If those ways are as broken as a heart after digging a grave Heed my words. Because I've made my share of mistakes We move past but don't last if we fail to mend what we break I know what's at stake, my happiness and the life I contemplate Fame and fortune mean nothing to a hollow shell that can't relate Sometimes I wish my parents pushed me harder up to the plate But now I see for myself just what difference it makes When you find out on your own and then your mind can awake There's nothing better than the satisfaction of finding truth in the wake Of your decisions. Reactions or inactions If I could I would divide my life into fractions Take the good and leave the bad like undesirable factions That posed a threat to my will, Clouding my thoughts with abstractions. I could fill the pages of a book solely with these distractions But I realize that wouldn't be the best course of action I try to focus on the positive As my conscience spins and twirls I'm just another human being trying to adjust to a world That's never static Its needs bend and twist No matter how much I try to grip it within my fist It's never mine. I ponder possibilities and drift Into a trance. I find it hard to see through the mist And so that plants This brave idea right in my midst. I would rather be dead than not live a life and just exist.
@Static and to everyone reading. For fun bro... So you was all juiced up, thought you was Tupac ‘Til ‘dem boys caught ya, hit you with them two shots Now, you in the station singin’ like ya T-Pain The bullets made you lean, now I guess you think yo' 2 Chains You bought that Bentley kit and wrapped it ‘round a 300 Now matter how you put it, boy, that’s still a 300 Stop that fakin’ and the flatchin’ cut it off Frontin’ like your paper longer than the Power Ball You think your Scarface, guess you ain’t seen the movie Keep on fakin’ ‘til you face down in a Jacuzzi With some killas in you room with some real guns That don’t make noise and ain’t plastic but they real guns so go home with you fake stuff, get a job, feed da kids, and stop with the bass drops.
lol Cynder. There are no winners/losers unless its a judged battle. Ur flow was pretty sick tbh, and looked original. At least Ive never heard it before. The schemes was almost as fresh as the references. Youll have to settle for props only. edit: reread it all the way through and it was equally as impressive. A very well worded and designed piece of art. Good job.
Well I decided to give this another go. But he warned, the flow may not be so concise as I wrote this with spoken word in mind rather than rap. How many of you have moved away for a clean slate? And how many of you have even moved to a new state? Although I never moved to a new state I did move away. I also moved to a new state of mind many times particularly after I checked out of the hospital after attempting suicide. I could always seem happy but deep down I was afraid. One thing could set me off into depression or a state full of rage. Memories are sometimes all that I can grasp. There was a time where I relied purely on those memories to get past. But those same memories also chewed me up inside. Because I wasn't where I wanted to be. I hadn't planned for my financial struggles. And I never planned to be a man with a mind who wished it was still 16. I miss the days where everything was simple and care free. I miss the days where I could just BS and smoke weed. No... seriously. Across from the school in a field talking down on those who lived bound by greed. Then arguing amongst ourselves about who dropped more cash on the sack to feed our need. And I never realized I was a product of the society we've all been taught to heed. Kids talk like they're thugs, about money and hollow points. But what they fail to realize is that those are actually hollow points. Because it doesn't matter how much we put in the bank. When it takes $50 just to fill up a gas tank. We live check to check and compete with each other over whose slave wage puts more food on a plate. Now let me reiterate. We all live a life tied to a common fate. And it doesn't matter who's first out of the gate the only thing that matters is what difference we make in the race. And we all have what it takes. We just need to realize it doesn't matter the place. What really matters is that we make our case. We are the future. We are the ones that replace the failed leaders with new ideas. The old beliefs with new faiths. Faith in ourselves because without us there is no future for the human race. And what I say may seem trivial but how many times have you accepted someone else's idea simply because the outcome seems real? We're ultimately bound to the same constraints and same rules. But why should we accept that within our schools? We're supposed to find our own paths or so our former teachers said. But they planted identical dreams of conformity inside our heads. Learn these things, because without them you can't get a degree. So we're all stuck with a path that goes against what we dream. And dreams are what make us intelligent human beings. Because without them we'd never question what to believe. We'd never strive for an end with seemingly impossible means. We'd never challenge the norm, or construct the support beams of the skyscraper of all that we can achieve. Life is a series of events. And while we spend time wondering where the day went The sun will set.