Freestyle session (who got flows?)

Ey man, if y'all emcees or whatever, spit a freestyle, have some fun wit it, and just clown around.... call somebody out if you feel the urge...

GOTDAMMIT HUERO BUST SOMETHING!!! I know you got flows..... CRAY you too homie.

Nobody spittin? Top of the dome, unwritten/
on the quest be the I.E., treasure chest fulla cash, i see.../
us gettin' money like bank tellers.../
waaaay too many hungry for the dough, so it come slow,
'less you ah taddle teller..../
but snitches get lit, sent off wit stitches then henchmen get bent/
only fools dont eat, my pockets green like kermit, no lent.../
and fuck a big truck wit 24 rims/
gimme the mid-sized sedan, light tint, wit NO GLIMS/
no glamour, ALL STOCK, i dont like no attention/
i low-pro on my soul, and ride dirty on my foes.../
and did i mention my flows, they on point like dots/
i'm like the sun to the earth... i dont care who's hot!/
you still gone see me in the winter, in the summer, and the fall../
all season...... wont leave til you bleedin, if truth hurts, i'mma stand tall/
battle y'all/
like a hog, log in, and start rippin'/
hang ya heads from the I.E. banner, and start dippin'.../
in and out like a robbery, 'bess check my status/
I'M JAE SMOOVE MUTHA FUCKA, heres my dick bitch ,GRAB THIS!!!!

Haha niceee. Good shit Jae!

slang-n-bang just to maintain, the pockets of sin/
feed the flesh wit nothing less, but the notion to win/
nobody gave me shit, so i took it...
became a crook when....
when i seen ah wolf become a dog, then a dog to a king-pin/
awwww shiiiitt...
gotta get it, only fools dont eat/
so if a nigga knew a mission, bess consider it complete/
i'm filthy!......
'the fuck is you? and who you know around here?..../
wit the St.Louis cap to the back, evil niggas, know, no, fear.../
so its all good, in the belly of the beast/
young niggas keep on dying for the sake of these old beefs/
but...
i'm one to blame, i aint saint, from the land of the skanless/
war is a drug, it's hard to say no, let's handle it!/
and now i'm hangin' out the window of ah coupe/
ripppin, slippin, now he's dripped in blood''n,
anotha killers on the loose....
but how could i figure, that i'm immune to this real shit/
anotha day, anotha way for a nigga- to pop his K off/
clip for clip/
80-round drums, i aint rubber/
but i gotta live my own life cause i'm SO DAMN STUBBORN/
they try to tell me dog, this life, it aint really what it seems/
but fuck it, from the bitch to the buckets, i want MOE duckets/
suckas, they get layed, silly niggas get played/
so wit the S on my chest, i'm Mr."fuck it, lets get payed!" you know....
thass how it is and it just IS WHAT IT IS/
R.I.P., R.C.G., you still livin' through da kids.......YUP!/
ah life lost, still ah life wit ah lesson...
in youth we learn, but in age we understand, i'm guessin'....

I like this one, nice flows homie!

Paid_In_Full wrote:I like this one, nice flows homie!

thanks dog.

nice

everyday i'm hustlin', muscle'n, to show my skills/
cause everyday's ah must to get paper to pay these bills/
got ah feel for the illest of things, rings that bling, go/
in and outta malls to shop, i'm sufferING from/
being broke and hope'n i aint gotta go back to dat/
so to scratch that itch, i buss ah bitch then i'm back in/
attractIN/
young tenderonies, they wont bologne, i got..... oscar meyers/
baby just grab it, squeeze, like a pair of pliers/
fire in my heart, down in my soul, i got so much passion/
mis-guided in youth, let it boil, then i got ta blastin'/
still flammin, wit no flag, i aint gotta bang/
hangin' wit some real niggas................me.................. myself and i...../
slide by the spizzy, on dizzy, no left remy drops/
no bitch? i cop.....ah feel..... on myself.... and pop....oooohhhh.../
got milk? but this MILF from next door, she trynna holla/
but talk, why bother? cut the chit chat/
you..... me....... in here...... no clothes, i'm going bare-back/
time's tickin', hmmmm... how you like them apples, my snapple is going warm/
she said "damn baby, you cold" you right... BITCH, put a sweater own!/
and holla at'cha boy like i'm waaaaay down the block/
been the same all my life.... so you know i wont......STOP



fuck it, i'mma keep going.....lol.....switch the style up, that was on some warm-up shit, check it...

you niggas is lame in the brain, i'm untamed, no doe, no chain/
no frame of mind you can study, from the time spent, you can find my intent/
hunt wit a toothpick, in the middle of the jungle, i post, wit ah pitched tent/
you beneath me/
caint even see me so float from the earth i stand/
no speech, just demand, command and conquer i am/
that man, myth, and legend on cloud 7, you only heard of 9/
cause i grind, and stay butcher, devine, the vine, you just the results, limited.... yeah nigga, you dat wine!.../
picaso wit the words, or maybe da vinci, if you get it/
i own this!!!!!!!/
lyrical lord of the land... you just, PAY RENT!!!/
and i evict niggas, simply call it reno-vation/
thass why when i buss, you hoes stand, BEG, for ovation.......


lol... quick lil semi-battle rap for dat ass right there..... on the second one. I'm bored as hell right now.

rubbing lotion on your ladys back/ before i get inside her,
she drinks the cum up out my shit when/ i pull from her vagina"
that fucken chick she eats so much/ I think ill call her diner
but on this ie streetlife/ shes in known as jinkys hina
i grabbed her from behinda/ and i said im william wallace
proceeds to give me what i need/ and empties all her pockets
i take all of her euros/ and i exchange them for dollaas
but i get taxed cuz i find out/ that i am rancholoz father

LOL!!!!!!!!

Raza Soldado wrote:rubbing lotion on your ladys back/ before i get inside her,
she drinks the cum up out my shit when/ i pull from her vagina"
that fucken chick she eats so much/ I think ill call her diner
but on this ie streetlife/ shes in known as jinkys hina
i grabbed her from behinda/ and i said im william wallace
proceeds to give me what i need/ and empties all her pockets
i take all of her euros/ and i exchange them for dollaas
but i get taxed cuz i find out/ that i am rancholoz father

LOL! AH MAN

jae jae reminds me/ of good times the show/
mafucker never showed/ his face in san berdino
he aint no pimp hes a ho/ working on the stroll/
pay five dollas for that ass/ if you go to rubidoux
he wears that red rag/ cause it matches his tampon/
sports yoda ears/ like his avatar to grab on
more cushion for the pushion/ gettin rode like a stallion/
his number one trick/ is named dicer his companion
san francisco love/ for these homo thugs
rancholoz in the cuts/ trying to suck on both they nuts
all up in the butt /is where he likes it oops my badd
for getting so explicit/ but it makes dice loks so glad
to be up in the mix/ and to talk about mens asses
butt hole is so big/ it soung like brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr when he pass gasses

you said you want to battle, thought d have a little fun with it lol

viva IEstreetlife

nyte ryda flying kytes/ in the heart of delmann heights
baby momma's on his ass/ and she looks just like a dyke
bitches mullet looks exactly like/ that fool billy ray cyrus
ugly ass broad man/ they call that trick titus
i dont know for sure/ what the kyte man sees in her
but all i know when she gets home/ hes there cooking her dinner
inviting paid in full over/ cuz you know he can eat
"i just had me a torta/ it was made from kitty meat
but you know im still hungry/ so ill take me a plate"
then this fool calls up missl/ and takes her on a date
where did they go? where do you think/ another place to grub
paid says hed rather eat some egg rolls/ instead of making love
dt and raza getting drunk/ where the shots at pour em
we all fucked up i think its time for the IE streetlife Forum

Much love muthafuckaz

LOLOLOLOL!