Freestyle session (who got flows?)

Focus please don't approach the beast
Call up the coroner your flows deceased/
Battle yourself that's called masterbation
look up to me I'm your inspiration/
Call yourself a lyricist what a disgrace I finish the race
you aint even got out the gates/
Rider onna full tank your ass is on empty
don't tempt me resent me/
As I verbally murder thee lyrically/
Chess game battle you ain't king your a queen
no pawns to follow dog know what I mean/
Duce ain't a pro he's a battle rap rookie/
Duce ain't a hustler he selling girl scout cookies/
Duce ain't none of thee above thats a fact....
....just fucken with ya dog its only rap....

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yeah, dude is tight. I be bumpin that song. Them the kind of cats i like. Flow, skill and beats to roll to.

built for the long range, like the rover/
i'm over and past you cats/
i worry more about the hairs on my balls than y'all battle raps/
in fact against me, empty is yo cup, dehydrated/
i teach this, you a student, red F on the paper i graded/
y'all faded without the clippers, i guzzle, y'all just sippers/
i'm the old school button up flow, y'all some new-booty zippers/
jerkin and erkin like some nerds from the 80s, i been doing this/
confused and backwards, i'mma cross y'all and call you kriss/
make y'all jump when the pump spit/
shoot my kids all over y'all face, like porno tricks/
cock back, swing and shock ya dome, make you crunk when i punch lips/
man, y'all cassettes to my cd style, vhs to my blu-rays/
y'all cheap, i've seen better shit in windows from thrift store displays/
i'm the 5th ave, saks, macys and roday-owe drive spitter/
but y'all the "is that a bug dead on the windshield, let me clean that for a dollar" mister/
i'm the rawest of the rawest hitters/
yeah, i break bats/
like i'm 20 witta 80 year old rich bitch, yeah, i does that/
NASA flow, stayin' above the rest, and dunkin on all rims/
chain habit, light a fool and smoke him like i'm fuckin wit virginia slims.....

focus, dont approach the beast, my flows deceased?/
homey you aint, in the least, and my flow is so sweet/
diabetical flow, make you fall from the feet/
impeached!!!/
nobody feelin you, make you fall from defeat/
my flow is unique/
and it floats in the streets, no worries, there's no extinct/
every corner like its yay, it's me, i'm so distinct-ive/
ribs touching, hungry, gotta make a plate, i dont play it safe/
gotta make a way, or else i gotta spray/
emcees they nothing, they bluffin, they caint rush in/
i'm guarded like the carter, top floor, wit my balls big/
yeah, i'm the king of this, and i dont have a clone/
so vamp hoes who wanna bite, they can suck up on this bone/
while i roam halls like a bully, spot'um and spit it, call me a fully/
cause i got rounds that'll soak you on the ground/ but would he?/
lay it all down, and could he?/
check out the frown, and hoody/
black or the brown, he gets woody/
excited to light'um, delighted to try'um, fight'um, so used to the triumph, oh goody, oh goody....

lol..

These fools need to hang out with something a lil more viscous for inspiration/
I kill't already stone cold premeditation/
Your flows in hibernation I'm still waiting for you to hit me with your best lines/
Waterboy stay on the sideline or play it safe and ride the pine/
Step in my court get handled like a b-ball/
Shotty lift your body no parachute suspended in free fall/
I'm the greatest lyricist that ever touched a mic/
Siiiike I'm aiiiiitte but compared to you dog I'm tight/
How these fools gonna battle with these so called battle rhymes/
Drop that shit like you dont givva fuck like a snitch drop dimes/
Houston we gotta problem another mc gone down in flames/
Leave cats submerged in rivers with these lyrical chains/
My flows insane but maintain better yet relate to my mindstate/
Refrain from dismay that I'm the shark and your just bait/
Chew'em up where's the big boss bring'em on I wanna see'em/
Oh shit its me I was tripping dog who wanna be'em/

Lemme get on this flowin shit/
Show all you mothafuckaz what im workin wit/
a straight up new blood and a West End Strangler/
With these battle raps i got/
i murder emcees and mangle em/
None yall got the rhymes to fade this sly ass Devil/
I sentence yall to death like ima judge wit a gavel/
Yall think im playin!?/
homie that shit is laughable/
Just ask Cray!
He knows that im capable/
Of servin verbal high kicks straight to ur dome/
But fuck all that shit/
I aint no karate kid holmes/
Im more like Blakk/
Lyrically exposing fools guts, hittin the floor wit a crack/
In the words of Bullet/
homie Dont get shivered/
This just the beginning, I got more to deliver/
So when you readin this/
Theres more where this came from/
Next im callin names/
Yall can come get sum/


LOL! this was my first rapper ever...

lol! wyte wins for adding forum related shit to his shit the best

You dont wanna step in the battle west end devil/
Wesiderider bang the kick drums yo' ass barely rock the treble/
not even 2¢ not even Jae what makes you think you could handle this/
Your flows sound like you got asthma kid breathe like fabolous/
My rhymes get bigger dog call it battle rap inflation/
W.Devil discovered a new country y'all called the IMAGINATION/
this aint no gay date what made y'all fools think you could get with me/
AHH HELL'NAW I'VE BEEN WAITING TO COMMIT MY FIRST FELONY/
When I hit these fools I hit'em hard like BLIP...BLIP/
When they hit back its more annoying like DRIP...DRIP/
I leave jae SMOOOOVE twisted after that call his ass jae twizzlers/
I bring war to the mic 2¢ bring the ROCK PAPER SCISSORS/
stress weed gives headaches man y'all fools is stressful/
I just smoked the devils ass but I'll be back/
Gotta migraine coming.....now I'm rubbing on my temple/....

I gotta lil forum related verse I just thought of....

Rolling thru the IE...ME, JAE & P-LOKO/
DT got rubidoux and EVANS ST got Riverside inna chokehold/
CRAYS at the spot witta new glock that he bought/
BULLET keep an eye out in case they gotta mash from the cops/
W.DEVIL & DICER LOC got the WEST END sowed up/
WEST COAST in the house if y'all feel this then throw it up/
2¢ got the chronic dog light that shit and pass it/
THAT SHIIITTS THE BOMBAY got me feeling all asthmatic/
SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA these other fools is just Xerox's/
We realest these cats is faker than back alley watches/
Its hot in these streets where's the evidence please/
BBOARD stay with the flicks like a hood paparazzi/
This is how we live in the hood THEHOODLIFE909/
We stay pimping we stay gee we stay on the grind/
HELLO OUT THERE got P-TOWN on lock/
SOUTHSIDE626 stay posted on the block/
DSTRM &MAFIAGANG they IE BANGIN/
BIG FLAKO outta TEMPLE ST they been around since back when/
Fools whas shitting mustard wanna learn something WOLFMAN got the info/
Ol'skool like tru-spokes onna a 85reagal/
IESTREETLIFE muthafuckas betta take us serious/
Smoke too much weed like Eddie Murphy....starting to feel Delirious/...

W.Devil, no shit dog, thats your first time?? lol...you good for it. Keep'em coming... it's all freestyle, just clowning around, aint nothing to it really. I come through and drop one in like 2-3 minutes. If that... but typing 40 words per minute helps me out too,lol..

I'm thinking about putting something on youtube when i get it done, or when i'm comfortable with it. I kinda like that whole thing now, of being able to post something up in ya own house chillin or whatever, getting exposed. Flowin, singin, doing what it do... i didnt really like it at first, but its cool. It warmed up on me... anyway, back to the flows...lol.

HAHAH

You against me is like a turtle verse a Cambo/(lol...certain people on this forum will get that line)
Snatch ya head off yo neck/
have you wanderin around headless like Crain's Soul/
Thats Ichabad for those that don't know/
Sleepy Hollow/
I stay servin High and Low Blows/
And mash'n down the streets on my ten toes/
Down/
On the calles servin these lyrical heat rocks/
You tryin to mock?!/
Not me!/
Homie, my words is almost christ like/
And yours!?/
They just child like!/
Even though Im from the West End/
I aint scared to pull missions outa bounds in the motherland(WS SB)/(lol another line certain people on here will get)
Why you scared of the chatbox man!?/
Oh I know why!/
Cause thats where the real UE g'z reside/
It's okay homie I know you cant hang/
Fuck around get chat merk'd/
Dont fuck around lil homie I'll go bezerk!/

lol....

Jae wrote:W.Devil, no shit dog, thats your first time?? lol...you good for it. Keep'em coming... it's all freestyle, just clowning around, aint nothing to it really. I come through and drop one in like 2-3 minutes. If that... but typing 40 words per minute helps me out too,lol..

I'm thinking about putting something on youtube when i get it done, or when i'm comfortable with it. I kinda like that whole thing now, of being able to post something up in ya own house chillin or whatever, getting exposed. Flowin, singin, doing what it do... i didnt really like it at first, but its cool. It warmed up on me... anyway, back to the flows...lol.

lol...That was foreal the first time I ever stopped and actually wrote out a rap like that, lol...

crips and bloods bangin 30 years and no let up/
just niggas killin moe niggas, on steady, mama's is fed up/
one of the longest wars lastin' on american soil/
but all we care about is power, moe money and oil/
shit is discustin all the bussin, aint nobody throwin blows/
bad dice games, egos, and niggas dying for hoes/
and when them bricks get ta shippin, some of these niggas get ta trippin/
caint even trust ya own homies, now niggas comin' up missin/
scared to ask me where i'm from so you dump because my clothing is/
different colors than yours, brotha's lets open up another door/
we all got choices and we learn from our lessons/
no direction so for protection you packin the smith and wesson/
another bastard of the party, lovin all of the music/
where the drugs and the guns come from? How we get to it?/
cause a strap is about as easy to get as chewing gum/
and when you see me in them streets, say hi, not where you from/
i throw my fist up on'em, some looking like i'm crazy/
clean cut, no sag, aint active, but i aint lazy/
cops thinkin' i'mma gangsta cause i walk and talk that/
is jae militant? nope, i'm just proud..... to...... be.... black/
in fact homey, i aint even trippin off colors/
unless we talkin red and blue and we mentioning brothas/
i call them othas devils cause they reek of evil, doing the most/
they shit is world wide, i'm just here on the west coast/
i aint never stole land, i aint never had slaves/
i aint never slaughtered millions, i aint raised that way/
but yeah i did alittle dirt, smoke the purp, and sold drugs/
but i was using what you gave me, after you stole my hugs/
from all the family that i knew, current and ancestors too/
five men, one slice of bread, we gone do what it do, to survive/
natural instincts of poor folk near and far/
patrolling these streets like you from here.... god please/
dont answer yo questions, now i'm down on my knees/
slave master mentality, why i'm always hearing freeze?/
and i aint even did shit, i'm just minded my own/
whats that rag in my pocket, yeah i got it from home/
kinda nosey like you know me, i think you owe me apology/
aint talkin smart, why you startin, now i'm charged wit a felony/
found a bag up in my pocket, judge, i dont even know cane/
fuck it, another day, now i'm caught up in the game/
fresh out...........years gone, now i gotta record/
caint get a real job, so i'm screwed from red-necks again/
call my next of ken, need a spot dog,i'm touched down/
pissed off, walking through the hood again, same no money frown/
a wealthy cycle, thass why they dont like no educated niggas/
P.D., coronors, mortuaries and hospitols/
gettin paid from shot niggas, man, thats why they plot nigga/
Martin, X, panthers, and U.S. to name a few/
all got they caps pilled by them boys in blue/
now we crippin and we bloodin, and all of a sudden they through?/
where the cointel progression to stop it now at dude?/
we can get together if its killin', but not together if its chillin'/
a fucked up hand is being delt and we aint the ones thats dealing/
i'm feeling we aint ready cause they steady on destruction, feeding us lies/
real niggas, no deal, rather put out them materialistic guys/
and hope we follow/
but to me, bullshit is hard to swallow/
we make'em rich wit them fancy kicks, cars and tricks/
man, we need more tyler perry's, not that icey shit/
in videos throwin up signs, but i dont see no fist/
and everybody wanna be a boss, claiming they mobsters/
but mafia didnt like niggas, so thats a hell of a sponsor/
black women wit they hair straightened, european wanna-be's/
i'mma real brotha, like my girl wit a nappy steeze/
all natural, beautiful, wit no fuckin' make-up/
and down for a brotha when i'm trying to get my cake up/
spend my money in the ghetto where its good from the curb/
pick-nick i'mma spoke a bit, pass me the herb/
cause i'mma lounge wit my folks, aint no black on black problems/
niggas just aint talking, so its easily to solve it/
but back in 92, police straight started flippin/
planted seeds again, got us back to bloodin and crippin/
so now i'm sittin here thinking about some thangs on my mind/
revolutionary anarchy thoughts, roam through the mind/
as a grind for my better half, countin this paper/
plottin schemes, having dreams of seeing countless kapers/
carried out by some brothas from the hoods i know/
black love, brown pride in the sets fa sho..... man fuck a politician homey, i'm just itching to pop one/
clean cut, slide through wit the low-key zip gun/
bang bang, it aint right, but what they do aint either/
to fight the devil, gotta hack'em wit his own damn cleaver/
thass on the real, and how i feel, so i'm speaking on mines/
they killed tookie, no charge, but when i kill it's a crime?/
contradictions of our country, who's paying the price?/
extort me for my money, now a new prisons in sight/
but we gotta fight for more books on the school yard/
while uncle sam chill on a yacht, his life aint too hard/
but the ones who got the money, they the ones who got the power/
and i'm focused on seeing all fuckin demons devoured/
i'm kinda sour on the topic but i'm sweet up on the notion/
hydrated my soul, it was dry so i got the lotion and i'm posted up/
open eyed, wide and ready/
for a unified function cause i'm armed and steady....

had some shit on my chest like niggas was throwin fee-sees/
but now i'm back up on my thrown, gold robe and white tee/
bold hold on the mic cause i'm fightin' like bruce lee/
with an etch-a-sketch flow, red box and black seeds/
i'm laptop bangin so i'm punchin on all keys/
like a pissed off swizz beats, i'm heavy in this game of rap/
like my name was rick ross, but i aint at my fattest yet/
chillin wit my fattest check, money's lookin oh-beast/
smashin in the fastest vet, mad? call the po-lice/
cause prior to my higher sight, flows was still criminal/
so it was gettin copped non stop, call me the illest goat/
greatest of all times, rhymes classic like ring rosey/
and i be swimming in dimes, fell in a wish-well, but cosey/
and you know its me, when you hear the sound of a bell ring/
right before you wake, away for days from the crime scene/
checked like a nike shoe, fake, so i knocked you off/
patient and a doctor, grab my own balls and cough.....

is it racist that i hear jaes flows in my head as a i read like snoop dogg was rapping em? lol

DontxTrip wrote:is it racist that i hear jaes flows in my head as a i read like snoop dogg was rapping em? lol

I don't think so, personally I hear jayo felony when I read it....imo....the first of his last two was pretty tight....

W.Devil....

I can't believe that you came back with that come back that shit was whack/
I hope you kept the receipt hurry up and take it right back/
Like the staple singers if you want I'll take you there/
Imma express elevator yo' ass is a flight of stairs/
Icabob Crain I'd rather be Ebenezer Scrooge/
3 ghost mc's of battles past...you and them two other dudes/
When I explode on the mic dog its like an eruption/
Right about now your somewhere around close to bubbling/
Who wanna step up to the plate strike out any opposing hitters/
These fools is soaked in ice water the way I give'em the shivers/
I keep it thuggin ruff & rugged just like my timbos/
When I come I kick down doors w.devil's walking on tiptoes/
SB is the place dog you know where we at/
scared to come thru then look it up on Google maps/....

Homie I appreciate how you trying to come at me lyrically/
But check yo self/
Cause you finna get shot up with a verbal glock loaded with syllables and similes/
I cant front/
I was never much of a G/
I was more like a vandalizer/
But i'll still snatch yo chick and hypmotize huh/
Have You on the brink of tears with yo heart breakin inside yuh/
You steppin to someone thats ruthless dog/
Fuck google maps/
I'll cruise California street with the west end cap on/
Lookin For you and that wierdo Kyte Ryda/
but Is it true homeboy hidin out in Alaska?/
If its true/
That shit is disapointin/
Cause to smash on that tin foil hat wearin flesh n bone look alike I was fiendin/
Oh well/
I'll have to settle for wesider rider instead/
With all that shit you said/
I noticed you avoided bringing up the chatbox/
and what the fuck!?/
Did you just mention Timbos?!/
What is this!? The Bronx!?/
Naw Homeboy this the big IE where outsiders get ran up on and socked/
But back to the chatbox/
I guess that topic shivered you and had you shocked/
and appalled/
you was probably thinkin about that shit all night long!/
Cause you know its true dog/
If you ever see me. Cray-z, or the homie DXT/
Quit being so scary!/
We aint that mean to Noobiez!/
Just stay on your Peez/
And don't disrespect this beast/
Cause if you do.../
You know what that means/
You'll end up forum merk'd/
Deceased/

Yeah okay then here we go again lil nicki devil from the west end he tried to clown but in the end this fool acting deep but all he gots is chatbox friends/
Rolling in a lowlow you and what two other cell phones/
That shit is laughable so bad I'm breaking my own bones/
You sound like broken record stuck on the same topic/
Fuck the chat box....get back to the battle and lets rock it/......

Big bad TOP SIDE CHABOX GANG
That be the place where noobzK can't hang.
Now let me spit my muthafuckin A B C ryhme
tired of just readin freestyles all the time
Let it be known I run this bitch, MR. CRAY LOCO so INSANE,
Like leathaface , step up, my pump blows out ya brain
when the berg is empty i grab the glock 23
just so you know bitch you cant fuck wit me
One JHP shot and your finished and done with
plus I got a lil something for whoever ya come with
no where to run, no where to hide,
dont run to that scary muthafucka kyte ryda hiding all inside
probably in that underground bunker with no internet connection
acting like the NWO sent a hit team in his direction
when the riot goes down best believe cray aint runnin
trust me these buckshots will be good for somethin

Like that cray.....why I gotta be a bitch dog, that ain't right...

haha. It was just a generic diss to anyone !

This shit's ABCish as fuck..but fuck it eh...We do what we do eseeeeeeeee....Read in more of a freestyle kind of tone...if u get what i mean..lol

from the Riv to the west end and back to the dino/
Fools stay active and ready for trouble/
Lets start in Onterio on Sunkist and Belmont/
Where everyday them BA's stay keepin the block hot/
The Angels in this city stay sending fools to heaven/
and terrorizing they streets like its September Eleventh/
next Slide up north on Grove/
And now you in the land where the Patch Gang Roam/
Around Hermosa and Eigth street/
Them Kings be way deep/
Just like the Chino Sinners Creepin on you on D street/
MC Locos and Cyclones, best be packin a vest holmes/
shit homie, even Cherries got them mean ass chromes/
and in pomona?!/
Them schools of Sharks will run up on ya/
And lay ur ass out like u was poppin some soma/(lol...i wonder if any of yall will get that one)
Fontana?!
You know they gets it in too mayne/
SF Chingones and hood loks be too insane/
They livin that hood life and poppin off much game/
cant forget them kings in the ridge that be splittin fools wigs/
and all them other fontanero's that'll smoke you like cigs/
WS Bloomas good at puttin fools in a long slumber/
So you better come correct when you travel through the numbers/
If you in this area/
I hope you dont live in a van down by the river/(rip chris farley, lol)
Cause the Geez around there will leave ur ass straight shivered/(lol)
The Dogs and West siders got the dukes straight crackin/
and them fools on Dodd street
They always be packin/
On the east side of town/
14 street aint slackin/
and you better not get caught in the park called patterson/
The infamous white house/
evans and fern always attackin/
and RPD better watch they the heli's when they fly over the land man/
Arlanza, La sierra, hillside you know they got them toys/
bustin big straps and makin a gang of noise/
Colton?!/
North, east, and that OG south got gats they holdin/
and just a lil North/
Rialto sage always pistol smokin/
Big Bad San Berdu on the list next/
outsiders aint got the nuts to come test/
They always tryin to show they the craziest/
In Manor's hood/
There's no way out/
and them 7 street locos got hella clout/
them gangster ass counts i'll stab you up like a joust/
and the sur crazy ones make you spooked to leave the house/
The Flats on the southside/
always down for a homicide/
and the Meadowbrooks and valleys chalkin another K to they tallys/
Inland Empire the boondocks from hell/
next time you come around u best be packin some shells/

All jokes aside I was felling that one, that shit was cool right there....