Freestyle session (who got flows?)

REEEEEEEEEEEEEMIX

DHB gang in the heights stay roamin/
A confrontation with the Zions everyone be loathin/
CG Crips and Magnolias are some shooters/
and them Gilberts be chippin mothafuckers like computers/
9th and medical center right in the P Jays/
you best get on fore they bust out them AK's/
if you brave, goto 18th/
and see about them crazy ass mazes mayne/ lol
On the other side, the pimps and players be creepin/
the triples C's will leave you with some crimson liquid seepin/
Rialto city got them hoods too/
Tre Roc mafia always on the grind/
and 5x crips will seperate you from your mind/
There's some Pj's with a C posted out in the dukes/
and some east coasts with a C over in the East too/
The riv that is/
twelve minutes no seconds/
Casa Blanca Gangster Crips, they some riverside legends/
over in the O, you got them C'9's/
Miramonte street yall know what time/
Ghost and Sin towns always hustlin/
Island Ru's cockin back and always bustin/
Couldn't let the brothers left out in the cold/
Cause out in the nina they always had hoods they controlled/



LoLz

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

lol thanks...

ima have to make a wyte devil diss track for stealing my line...lol

Trynna find the stairway to heaven so far it's been long road/
Its all good in the hood rather find that spot when I get old/
Now & days fools think they hard cause they pack a strap/
Its when cats start busting back & where the fuck is your heart at/
Whatcha gonna do when bullets is flying in your direction/
that idea should get in your head DiCaprios' inception/
Like Nas&Lauryn Hill if I ruled the world/
I'd make it easy for everyone no more obstacles to be hurdled/
cashflow for everyone big bank is on me/
Resurrect 2pac biggie and Jay from rundmc/
Thats just a few....lives lost list is endless/
Cats get killed on the daily...street violence relentless/
Imagine its wonderful life black & white flick with Jimmy Stewart/
We in the fucked up part of his life and we all still living thru it/
Imagine no prisons no crooked politicians no distant/
Far off place where family friends & loved ones is missing/
Mommas kissing their babies giving their babies their last kiss/
Surrounded by family when born same family but now they inna casket/
Imagine no carwashes no more collection plates/
No cardboard signs with born on & life end dates/
Skin looking clean no rest in peace tattoos/
Embroidered sweaters wouldn't be the thing to do y'all know its true/
Not worrying about aid wondering if your lights gonna get turnt off/
old folks is scared if they so much as getta cough/
The streets is a beast and we all in the belly/
I can't tell you what to do anymore than you could tell me/
Uncle Sam's curse year after year it only gets worse/
Young geez watch they chains and old ladies clutch they purse/
Sometimes I feel like Marvin Gaye a lil mercy mercy me/
Dont start nothing wont be nothing that's just my philosophy/
So stay up get your mind right and keep your game tight/
A children's story like slick rick....goodnite......

cray wrote: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

ooooooh shit.....lol, crayster on the scene!!! fontana stand up!!

Jae wrote:

cray wrote: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

ooooooh shit.....lol, crayster on the scene!!! fontana stand up!!

lol. I was on a good one last nite. One time deal...

RIP
Crays rap career
12-11-10 - 12-12-10

damn shame, it died so young...

now what the fuck was i supposed to do, be on some bullshit/
niggas come up blastin through my spot, and i'mma pull quick/
paranoid/
starrin' at the cars when they past by/
thinkin about some homies thass gone, and i aint tryinna die/
mind on some money, so fa sho, i'm ah hustle up/
and niggas wanna test me, so fa show..... i muscled up/
ridin through the city, all i really see is enemies/
family and some money dog....all ah nigga need/
fuck ah friend, i got aqcuaintences, and niggas that i fuck wit/
low maintenance, fuck a benz.... show me a bucket/
i got duckets in my pocket, from the pennies on the ground/
dice game finna crack so i'm ah swing to the pound/
grab a stack, hit the back, shake and break them niggas/
lil homies need some change so i'mma lace them niggas/
preach to'um/
forget about the ABC's...... i rather teach the lil homies how to survive on these streets/
and i aint talking about no colors, no guns and drugs/
i'm speaking about owning shit, like them white folks does/
and them koreans too/
school is a must, i'm still a student/
broke as fuck, living in the hood, but still pursuing shit/
i understand, life's a hustle, only fools dont eat/
niggas gotta problem, fade up, then squash that gee/
cause fuck a strap, you caint scrap, dont even talk no shit/
chip on ya shoulder, brush it off.... or get some dip/
cause everybody got some drama in they life, so i'mma keep it real/
no daddy? so what... uncles, they got the same appeal/
it's all about'cho mind and the grind if you wanna make it/
and them haters, they gone hide and ride to try and take it/
i dont fake shit, for what?.... i aint out to impress/
them niggas love me or they hate me....i could give a fuck less....

^^^wrote that shit right now playing 2pac's "All Eyez on me" instrumental, from youtube. Lol, it's kinda cool like that, wit a beat in the background doing this.... but basically it's like writing though, lol, dont know if it really qualifies as a freestyle now that i think about it like that. lol... anyway, Pull up a second window and find the beat and read the words to it... you can see how i flow to it.

even without a beat it flows really well.

^^^damn.....lol, at first, without the sound turned on, i started laughing already thinking it was about to be a joke or something silly like that, but damn, he shut me the hell up quick. I bet he probably be shocking the shit outta people... Sounding like Bone. Whats his name anyway?

Jae wrote:^^^damn.....lol, at first, without the sound turned on, i started laughing already thinking it was about to be a joke or something silly like that, but damn, he shut me the hell up quick. I bet he probably be shocking the shit outta people... Sounding like Bone. Whats his name anyway?

idk it dont say...lol

Alright, this is for Bullet.... (the official freestyle battle since you asked for it) lol.

Bullet ache, B.H., just like "Booty Hole"/
cause thats the way that you like it- stiffy in, like here we go/
oh my... /
did he just say that? yes, in fact i did/
cause i be whoopin' on you suckas like belts to little kids/
im amazing when im fazing out those who oppose the realest/
el lobo negro, so serio, so watch out for the feelings/
my dealings be raw.... flows like a kick to the jaw/
im vicious/
eat emcees, plate clean, bitch- wash my dishes!/
take a strol down the block and see you working the corner/
if the money's funny you gotta check out, let me call up the coroner/
man... im a gangsta but i aint bangin, im just hangin wit trues/
in fontana wit I.E. hats and gear, bangin on YOU/
you couldnt see me on the microphone with tri-focals on so let me get you some brail/
you wanna battle, but you caint, so i'mma post up FAIL.... lol.

Jae aka El Lobo Negro wrote:Alright, this is for Bullet.... (the official freestyle battle since you asked for it) lol.

Bullet ache, B.H., just like "Booty Hole"/
cause thats the way that you like it- stiffy in, like here we go/
oh my... /
did he just say that? yes, in fact i did/
cause i be whoopin' on you suckas like belts to little kids/
im amazing when im fazing out those who oppose the realest/
el lobo negro, so serio, so watch out for the feelings/
my dealings be raw.... flows like a kick to the jaw/
im vicious/
eat emcees, plate clean, bitch- wash my dishes!/
take a strol down the block and see you working the corner/
if the money's funny you gotta check out, let me call up the coroner/
man... im a gangsta but i aint bangin, im just hangin wit trues/
in fontana wit I.E. hats and gear, bangin on YOU/
you couldnt see me on the microphone with tri-focals on so let me get you some brail/
you wanna battle, but you caint, so i'mma post up FAIL.... lol.

Oh you got flows huh?? alright then its on!

mr black wolf?, Well you say your names jae/
well i call you gee, cuz in my book you really just gay/
so you dont bang, well i do, im from the double h gang/
claim to be a wolf, but about to lose your fangs/
cuz ill sock ur ass out nd leave u toothless/
juss like eazy-e, rest in peace, bitch im fukkin ruthless/
got a 40 glock dumpin hard nd ill leave u all clueless/
so u want a battle rap? go ahead lets do this/
got this 40 glock? "right by my side" like dat song from jadakiss/
you aint in my level, i smell like versace, nd u smell like piss/
accuracy, so when i start dumpin, guarantee i wont miss/
so dont you forget it, the moniker is bullet/
finger on the trigger wont hesitate to pull it/
you claim to be a gee, but boy you better cool it/
expect a roast, cuz your rhymes are outta style like a mullet/
do it like street fighter, give you a hick-nugget/

bounce off the sack trick!!!

You aint a bullet man, you more like a pellet homey/
from a 22, plastic, so that means you phoney/
nothing like the real thing, so you dont wanna swing on this/
cause your south will get dirty when i spit it.... im so ludacris/
i'll let the barrel spin like the tires on my back wheels/
smoke up ya whole block like a party, from Barbeque'd grills/
do it for thrills, you aint half the size of man in me/
pull out your eyeballs, like blakk, and plead insanity/
hang'um on a tree like the fruit that you are/
or maybe place'um in my rearview, let'um swing in the car/
cause thats the only way YOU ride'n like a G on the west/
im the best, so those who test get a fail and a NEXT/
you still here? got some heart? Let me poke through your chest/
why you running? come here, come back, damn- now i gotta stretch/
and catch you slippin around the block, you caint hide from the swing/
cause im in this bitch like a baby, yes, the new born king/
my crown stay 'round my dome, yeah, im THAT damn good/
so tell your girl to come right back- so i can lift up the hood/
and do some body work, you know, the erk and jerk on her face/
i hit it right, and then i left, and now she calling me ace/
but now you calling for a taste- and i dont swing that way....

Jae aka El Lobo Negro wrote:....
i'll let the barrel spin like the tires on my back wheels/
smoke up ya whole block like a party from BBQ'd grills...

All these rhymes im posting are sorry as shit but I'm kinda feeling that line a bit, lol. But i meant to say "smoke up ya whole street like a block party from BBQ'd grills." but i never stop when im writing, so... its all good though. lol.

lol

Jae aka El Lobo Negro wrote: so i can lift up the hood/
and do some body work, you know, the erk and jerk on her face/
i hit it right, and then i left, and now she calling me ace/
but now you calling for a taste- and i dont swing that way....

lmao

Jae aka El Lobo Negro wrote:You aint a bullet man, you more like a pellet homey/
from a 22, plastic, so that means you phoney/
nothing like the real thing, so you dont wanna swing on this/
cause your south will get dirty when i spit it.... im so ludacris/
i'll let the barrel spin like the tires on my back wheels/
smoke up ya whole block like a party, from Barbeque'd grills/
do it for thrills, you aint half the size of man in me/
pull out your eyeballs, like blakk, and plead insanity/
hang'um on a tree like the fruit that you are/
or maybe place'um in my rearview, let'um swing in the car/
cause thats the only way YOU ride'n like a G on the west/
im the best, so those who test get a fail and a NEXT/
you still here? got some heart? Let me poke through your chest/
why you running? come here, come back, damn- now i gotta stretch/
and catch you slippin around the block, you caint hide from the swing/
cause im in this bitch like a baby, yes, the new born king/
my crown stay 'round my dome, yeah, im THAT damn good/
so tell your girl to come right back- so i can lift up the hood/
and do some body work, you know, the erk and jerk on her face/
i hit it right, and then i left, and now she calling me ace/
but now you calling for a taste- and i dont swing that way....

Alright you little fag, since you wanna bag/
you claim to be a g, but you rock a pink rag/
your girl tried to fuck me, when she was in her rag/
your girl aint even worth it, look her tittys sag/
i rep the double h, so you know i like to brag/
i say you put a video, but you would just lag/
so since your a fag, suck on my cack/
call me clay mathews, cause im making sacks/
starvin like a bum, while im making racks/
ache, you cant fuck wit me cuz im from the h pack/
dont fukk wit me, ill chop apart your body/
have my goons do it, just like john gotti/
cut your life short with this 12 gauge shotty/
make assasinations just like the illuminati/
pause....
lets flip the tone/ your girl wanna touch me like a touch phone/
kick the fuck back, and take your ass back home/
fuck 16 bars cuz i got more then san quentin/
dont ever try to fuck with me, ill start the cap peelin/
just like mac dre, im up in the buildin, and you know what im feelin/
ill have ur beggin u mercy, on da ground kneelin/
i go by bullet, but since you call me pellet/
you call yourself a wolf, but your just a puppy/
ima end it like ice cube, you stupid little guppy/

I call my pistol raid when I squeeze it spray niggaz/
Yo girl im diggin out so she call me the grave digga/
You aint even my son, so daddy wont play wit ya/
the k about that drama my boy, he slay niggaz/

Me flow a lethal weapon im sumthin like Danny Glover/
Yours is like potatoes, get ate up I like'em smothered/
Make a nigga sorry he stepped like Ruben Studdard/
Tecc gotta speaking disorder that nigga sta-sta-studder/

I like my pussy like my water, ha ha, word to yo mother/
Might fucc her ass good but a player cant ever trust her/
Yo sis let it burn and I aint talkin bout Usher/
All a nigga gotta say, is best invest in sum rubbers/

Jus a lil sum'n sum'n

dstrm300 wrote:I call my pistol raid when I squeeze it spray niggaz/
Yo girl im diggin out so she call me the grave digga/
You aint even my son, so daddy wont play wit ya/
the k about that drama my boy, he slay niggaz/

Me flow a lethal weapon im sumthin like Danny Glover/
Yours is like potatoes, get ate up I like'em smothered/
Make a nigga sorry he stepped like Ruben Studdard/
Tecc gotta speaking disorder that nigga sta-sta-studder/

I like my pussy like my water, ha ha, word to yo mother/
Might fucc her ass good but a player cant ever trust her/
Yo sis let it burn and I aint talkin bout Usher/
All a nigga gotta say, is best invest in sum rubbers/

Jus a lil sum'n sum'n

welcome to dat h life, everydays black friday/
bitchs pants are half off, cut your life short like the barrel of a sawed off/
aint straight outta compton, but im having bodies hauled off/
yeah im a hunta, so i get it poppin off/
just like too short, im da life of the party/
take a good look, i'm fukking wit versace/
catch me on da lean, im fukking wit dat baccardi/
gettin shitfaced like a whiteboy, you know i get narly/

LRG's and addidas, you aint fukking wit my steelo/
doin shit you never heard of, making records, call me dan marino/
yup, im an executioner, but im not from san berdino/
fukking wit dat drank, cant c left or right like a chino/
yeah i am wildboy, but my names not steve-o/
sugar shane to the tip, have u swimming, now youll be finding nemo/

Whats good baby hahah!!

Can't anyone spit like bullet the nut haha.!!

Alright Bullet, lets talk a bit.....


four fingers up and two twisted in the middle/
side ways, i swang, joker, cause i bring these riddles/
middle finger up in the sky, high, feel my birdy/
i'm somthing above the rest homey y'all aint worthy/
beneath me/
like ant babies, i aint close to being seen/
you lame, like a stupid diss calling me a eater of ice cream (I.E.)/
cause i love that shit, but let me switch back to the focus at hand/
i'll serve you bitches like a waiter, wit my dick in my hand/
dont get excited, thats a metaphor, for YOU are not better whore/
hands up if you suck dick... (bullet: ).... i guess he's had it before/
but i like a big ole, juicy ole, pretty ass pussy/
wit some curves like the P-C-H... im not a rookie/
i can hit it like a pro, make her feel me when im not around/
just like how you feel defeat, everytime my name is sound/
gettin' hoes plenty, in and out like a robbing spree/
but you only get hoes if they walking down a side street/
yeah, you know prostitutes, but they dont even want you bro/
heard you was a indian from a tribe called stalk a hoe/
NOT CUTE/
bitches laugh... everytime you come around/
tell me all kinds of shit, shit that make a nigga frown/
damn- he's a chump, is that right, oh- no he didnt/
spittin' verses over the net like he's hot, fool, good writtens......

Alright then ese I got you tonight after work >=[