.:: Freakin Flows ::. [CYPHER]

[Emcee Ghost]

Gizzun

This emcee sticks to the message he's sending/

This emcee sticks to the message he's sending
I head to my street reminiscing
to the streets were its always freezing
couples romancing in sleeping bags sleeping
kids playing, females talking, thugs freestyling
hoods blasting beats with their bombox till the speakers be melting
This our paradise and were we be chilling
Police start approcahing, questioning for any criminal doing
everythings cool but we still treated like our existence are violations
be told we were a waste of Gods creations
Having visions, flashes of death and prisons,
street mates with no provisions, thugs deceived by the systems decisions
the sound of sirens of police cars rushing to our street region
Thugs getting shot up and beaten
Mass extermination, total annihilation
Shoved into black cars and prepared for termination
the clever still wonder why we get shot for our skin color
a mom with a 4 year old stuck with no father
while dad marches like a sheep to the slaughter. Stripped of his culture
his color made him a common criminal
its unpleasing to the eye retinal
to see mom working by getting ******** up her a**l
in stores we escorted, access rejected
6 o'clock news reported, a thug drug dealing in which he never operated
but the system so concieted, police beated, the thug got cheated
questioned and charged, caged up and barged,
his mother crying from the mischarge
drowing in tears, sleeping with bottles of beers, she can hear the fears
to poor to fight back, haunting dreams of her son locked up for years
by the time a lawyer could to be afforded and applied
strong evidence was properlly supplied
and the truth was finally untied and complied,
they've won the boy was free, family can finnaly be, justice was implied
the happiness was so hard to descried
but then the police replied, he died, he commited suicide
and the last hour, he drew a picture,
of a field of flowers, standing was his mother and father
so then the crowd gathers, and remembers this picture as a lesson forever
...ghostwriter

[Ayfere]

Can you help me when I cry out?
Will you turn a blind eye and pull the guns out...
Blunt doubts, snub the end of the nicotine i pull into my lungs for you...
not fun for you, me or the guy next door, the pain is tru...
the best thing ive got going, bloods the only thing ive got flowing,
not knowing, how you stand, hold my hand,
i trust you to lead me blindly into that technicolor dreamland,
at the end of the rainbow, My brains slow
...and ******** its not about the drugs you know...
shatter the window.. .kill my demons behind my glass eyes, that make my thoughts slow...

((...Ok knia explination needed for this one...sorry for breaking the cyph rules..twice... hehe... I was going for an Slug style, more flow...Off the top of my head smile ))

[Cola Addict]

Not to alarm anyone but i haven't posted a single line in the past week or so basically because i can't think or s**t right now. crying

Even my freestyles at the Feminem forums suck a**.

[Gizzun]

shatter the window.. .kill my demons behind my glass eyes, that make my thoughts slow...
I'll be pumpin real rap til' my neighbour yells "YO!" //
Talking about sunshine when all we got is snow //
Suggesting people to loose weight cuz they're fat like joe //
I'll give a midget a T-Shirt size XX-L //
I fool priests that they are going to hell //
I trick nerds and say that I completed the entire "splinter cell" //
I tell thirsty africans that if they run 8 miles they'll find a well //
I'll give a handicapped man without legs a pair of shoes //
I make naziz go after chinese instead of jews //
I tell people that they speak the truth in the news //
I'll give a blind man sunglasses //
I make Saddam regret bombing the masses //
I'll give a paralyzed woman a suntan //
I tell kids that George Bush is a REAL man //
I'll look at these lyrics and think.........Damn stressed //

Took like 5 minutes or something ninja

[Thunder Foot]

I tell kids that George Bush is a REAL man //
then slap him with the black side of my hand/
I bring the ruckus, when I mock American justice/
"In God we trust"/
country lead by a government unjust/
its a must, to recognize the fundamental differences/
when corrupt officials speak biblical sentences/
sound like some Sith apprentices/
because they kick it on the darkside of the force/
remorse in the discovery of a Jedi Knight's corpse/
In revenge/
I destroy the source of the DeathStar, and its denizens/
with every breath of oxygen, I leave critical lacerations/
it is the sum equation of the Jedi formulation/
while Sith snakes are left to annailation/

[Gizzun]

while Sith snakes are left to annailation/
It's not our fault that everybody's gone mad about the segregation //
Read the facts and stop loving this nation //
Get Mad, get your voice heard //
Respect to the real public enemies, Word! //
How can you love the son of the man who hardly helped the kurds //

I'll march straight into the white house like I'm blind //
With my boom-box pumpin Biggie Smalls and offering the president coke on a line //
Seeing d**k head-nodding and R.I.P.'ing Tupac like he was born in the ghetto //
I put up the hardest party in the house of whites like shaking jello //
Eyo, FREEZE! //
You know all weed must pass through me //
Me n George got the entire party breaking //
I think I just saw Condelezza Rice stripping //
Put a dollar in her thong //
Colin Powell shaking his head at me like I did something wrong //
Damn, even Michael Moore is on the dancefloor showing his moves //
Nowadays he's a heavy D production and doesn't give a crap about the news //

Yeah, party at the White House razz

[Foxhomie]

check out the fact that my ryme is dope if you wanna front be ready to get sprayed with my glock its comin from my back poc if you wanna ******** wit me you better be strapped armed and ready to get a beat like youve never felt befor so im warnin you home boy be ready to get made like spagettie

[Gizzun]

Foxhomie

check out the fact that my ryme is dope if you wanna front be ready to get sprayed with my glock its comin from my back poc if you wanna ******** wit me you better be strapped armed and ready to get a beat like youve never felt befor so im warnin you home boy be ready to get made like spagettie

Dude, that breaks rules 2, 4, and 5. Check the first page if you ever plan to post in this thread again.

[Thunder Foot]

yes Foxhomie,

please read the rules before postnig.

[Ayfere]

(Bump)




((To drunk to typte.. sorryz))

[Ayfere]

I met this guy the other day...He is living my life...
We connected on so many levels of flight...
Into everything I could imagine...
The drugs, the phycic... its tragic...
Call or not, see him get away...
Boyfriend was here, woke up with him just today...
So scared, my feelings pushed back in my mind...
Smart choice, or gut feeling, shall i unwind...
This pressure is ******** making me sick...
And i forgot to mension... he is 10 years my senior, 26...

((Age ain nothing but a number?))

[Gizzun]

And i forgot to mension... he is 10 years my senior, 26...

Another love story and as every other with a dose of acting neurotic // (1)
One tear to all the lost one's who only can feel love by turnin' alcoholic //
Nowadays broken hearts can be find everywhere but nowhere is there a smile // (2)
Teenagers think that all a heart can be is crushed, smashed and pulverised //
While true love is purer than the sun // (3)
You don't hate the person cuz simply lovin' him or her is fun //
I hope one day I'll find my girl and be proud to call her the one // (4)
It's that feeling you get when you wake up in the morning and she's making breakfest //
You even pinch yourself to make sure it's not a dream or a test // (5)
Just those eyes fill you with more love than people who love the music of Kanye West //
From being a broken glass to being filled to the top // (6)
It's like she's everything in the world not just a universal dot //
And the love is always there no worry about it turning lost // (7)
The feelings can be compared to a pillow not hard but cloud-like soft //
There's only one thing about these things that are really bad // ( 8 )
This is all what I want, but don't have... //

8 bars of love heart sweatdrop

[Ayfere]

This is all what I want, but don't have... //

Reaching, Grasping, Patience of my demon friend Tazz..
Bazz, Buzzed, Like waking up overdosing on caffenne...
Now lets all sit and one spot, coughing and dreaming...
Your the nighmare that haunts my day...
Force me to come out at night and play...
Please, go away, back to the suburbs where you dwelled...
And someday go back to all the kids you planned on having telled...
Having killed, Mr.Dibbs, for a dime and bottle of asprin...
One to many, Ask him, Only you could Add wind...
Stress...


((Stoned again...everyweekend))

[Cola Addict]

Ok enough with the lack of lyricism/ Rune Venus back and active for the next KRocker that show critisism/ How many more of them must get dissed after they get warned that they're stupidity isn't valid in the forum?/ Somehow we must build a force field around the forum for em'/ and keep children in they're place such as the Rock forum/ or a playground/ playting in sand while i play with a microphone in my hand making sounds/ ill like the Lakers were this past season storming through each round/ in a post season you got to give it you're best/ like Mike Tyson, you have to say frick the rest/ and do what's possible to be number one/ Not like Nelly but like KRS One/ or Rune Venus who has the rythem to make you're fingers pop/ and the brains to make a Rap Battle stop/ and turn it into an all MC battle leaving they're 9's at home/ thinking ya'll going to point it into the next mans dome?/ how uncalled for/ if that's the case then ya'll out the door/ since weapons aren't listed in the elements in hip hop/ then ya'll deserve to be out there getting flip flopped.

[Cola Addict]

Yo, Baskin Robins ice cream and Krispy Kreme donuts are delicious/ but i'm malicious when it comes to the microphone/ my bombs are always outlined flat black with filling silver crome/ listen to these rhymes entering you're dome/ unless you're head is light like foam/ you'll notice that no one else has this style, unless i have an unidentified clone/ i'm lost in the rain storm/ eating a warm bowl of creamed corn/ with my black and white Adidas superstars torn/ A lot of kids on this forum continue to forget what hip hop is really for/ mainstream artists are in it for the fame and prophets but when they run out they come back for more/ I was wrong opposing for Bush in the presidential elections in 2000 and voting for Al Gore/ the outcome could've been risky and the U.S. today could have been no more/ Next time Alkaida flies a plane over my land i'll throw rhymes in mid air causing mad air turbulance/ What angers me the most is the ignorance/ since Bib Laden resembles Adolf Hitler for trying to take over the world/ I'm disgusted like if i've eaten chili cheese fries with the scent of toes curled/ Rune Venus still has the real rythem to make females wet and moan/ you won't ever see me high & stoned/ but you definitely run into me buzzed off Bud Light/ with my pinky ring shining bright.