The Freeflow Sticky

[1 Tito Teje Jernandez4]

im a northern cali rida
also known as a norte sida
in red we trust
in blue we bust
i hate fake kats
so i always gotta pack my gat
leave em flat
like a rat
if they say they a crip
bust em in da lip
make em trip
let da tru color drip

[Samurai Rhythm]

presidente_norteno14

im a northern cali rida
also known as a norte sida
in red we trust
in blue we bust
i hate fake kats
so i always gotta pack my gat
leave em flat
like a rat
if they say they a crip
bust em in da lip
make em trip
let da tru color drip

That was horrible. I say this not to disrespect and criticize but to inform and advise. Unless you plan on seriously improving, stop writing rhymes. Period.

[Zeudokai]

Disregard the skins behind the curtain...
Who strikes a stench resembling Tim Burton's
Mistique where the one technique never peaks
It just...coasts at a subtle level in which I medle in,
Approached by the notion that I should be settling for
...a level nine insecurity clearance
I don't just carry these bodies with me for insurance
But process the heart...well...for endurance.
My grind consists of the flesh of foes, your next of
Kin and your first born...I suppose, and my
Meat cleaver. I even teach beavers how to eat
Figuratively speaking? I'm just indiscrete with the concrete.
You cretins can't conceive intuition in my conviction
Where I use brute force as my means of restriction.
This is not a light show from a psycho
But the product of anger management waking to the mic jones.

Every method of the effort to stop me
Is fallible . . . due to any carbon copy
Mechanic you manage to express through physical
Expression failing. Even if suggestions speak on the lyrical
Tip, I'll flip tables upon which your script is written
And because of your fasad is getting too close to the
Sun's grace and a calibur of false prophets,
My advice is not for you guys to just "Stop It."
Just following along these lines if the rhyme's broken
Simply...sleep with both eye open, an
Ear to the air and awareness of your plan of escape
With an opening theme being "These...Are...the..."
...Breaking back to the point. If you want to die young
At the height of your game, peep what I've brung
The mentality of a vigilante after the criminals of criminals
Mining their business like bowels producing minerals.

(um...yeah...)

[Avery Jones]

who cheating on gaia
slobbs... i dont like that name Suck my black... says the great Masiah

split the great ocean apart to see ya heart
what's it beatin for, C4 can help it split apart

I understand the human body like gotti
only thing I need to know is weight and bag size if you got me

maybe shoe size for the bricks I set aside
one day I say I'll sit and watch the last n***a ride

only n***a stranded left to see this little n***a die
If I was him I take'm on like rambo till I fly

freed to sky, nah ******** that keep it calm and cooly
watch my back simple till they all persue me

all subdue me, maybe I can take over with the flick of a finger
shatter ya dreams quicker than the bullet within ya

settle that sin, for the gospel cats, this aint religious to die from straps
without a right from that I doubt you can make it without them smillin back

looking up or smillin down, man these niggaz ruthless
I could catch a few clips if I was smillin now

s**t my life, man ******** it walk in these shoes
size 12 forces we fly high jimmy the one that started ballin when it had broken through

only n***a to have open news
is the only winner without a spoken lose

undefeated in these streets, souls delete
******** the peace I once concreated to ensure the passage of my own freedom

if its war you want then peace you'll see
once ya heads looked up and you placed on one knee

tell ya god you'll miss as you sit there and pray
ya bed side soon to turn red with the blood of the grey


Idk how I do it people =D

[Carbonated Rainbows]

...ignorance iz ma new best frend =D

[Shin Maikaru]

Sucka MCs get green on mics, I'm the Rapzilla...
Runnin' laps wit a gat and a knife, I'm a track killa...
Throwin' rappers out they private jets, get you an umbrella...
Not a dope MC, just an MC that's a dope sella...
That's a lie, I'm stationary fly, that's an oxymoron...
Think you skilled off them pills b***h, you's an oxy moron...
This desert eagle soar on enemies, bring more on...
They can't do s**t but watch the excrements pour on...
When ladies see me? They just wanna get they whore on....
The face a map my d**k a bus, time to get my tour on...
Smokin' while I roll on and you know the spliff is loud...
When I spark a blunt old people ask me to turn it down...
Fakes get to rappin' I just creep up, sinus in the nose...
Dam, it's crazy how the finest block the flows...
Hip-hop honors roll, my hip-hop on a roll...
And I'm always talkin' bout the bread like I honor rolls...

[Shin Maikaru]

I don't chase cats, let the pussies come to me...
And I don't chase cat, let the pussies c** to me...
Nah erase that, I make pussies come to beats...
Slang dope on the track, slang dope on the streets...
Tuck'em in the sheets, like after bedtime stories...
Flow decapitates grandfather clocks so they ignore me...
Ha, sorry to inform you, but I'm the greatest...
Like if Elvis and M.J. had a baby, now that's crazy...
I get elated, ejaculatin' on the mic...
Get it? If not than you ain't in my psyche...
But really, I'm just an average MC when I write...
While you dudes a few loose screws away from bein' tight...
And for the true that reside somewhere in the sky...
Don't be surprised as I ride through as a passer by...
I'm just sayin' high as I fly to the top...
I gotta take a s**t now so just watch me drop...

[Shin Maikaru]

When I light up the spliff, smog cover the whole block...
As death chase me through concrete jungles wit vodka swamps...
Chomp, later hater gator you can't bring me down...
Come wit ya flashy system, still you can't bring this sound...
So I bring you now, to the entrance of knowledge...
Kneel down pay homage, let ya jaw hang you astonished...
And as you enter, hairs stand as flesh gets cold...
Bones and gray matter fly as ya brain implodes...
You can't begin to phathom the power that I behold...
The sun breaks a sweat everytime this god drops flows...
I drop woes, tears of pain form on those that scorn...
Don't become the core reason for some of those that moarn...
Crossed out like porn trying to tarnish where I was born...
You ain't know I protected the land like condom storms...
But I'm as norm, as eatin' paint chips and likin' guys...
And even if I was gay I still wouldn't like you guys...

[Shin Maikaru]

Surrounded by false promises in a land of the lost...
He sold heat and frost untill this part timer became the boss...
What it cost? A couple of souls, now he's haunted by the ghosts...
Ghouls and goblins mobbin' in his dreams they won't let'em go...
Forever rollin' like infinite blunt wraps with a heart of gold...
But his lungs black and his heart incased in charcoal...

[Shin Maikaru]

I bust when holdin' pens, you just chokin' the hens...
Down you easily like i'm in the benz wit coke and the hen...
Big spliff lit like my wrist, I know you likin' this...
Steel Mic Titan with an Iron Fist you can't fight it b***h...
Is you even writin' kid? It sound like scribbles and doodles...
Spittin' alphabet soup clips come get riddled wit noodles...
I'm the kit and the boodle you spittin' skittles and poodles...
I dump shits on jits b***h you slippin' fiddle in oodles...
Put the drug in the needle to get a glimpse of this evil...
You wannabe thugs to feeble we could never be equal...
Ontop of steeples eyin' prey through the scope of the eagle...
Crowds wait for the sequal somethin' like a pope to the people...
Half ya s**t don't even rhyme, other half middle of mines...
Double trouble with the lines, you in a pickle of binds...
I'm slick with the crimes, senseless fools nickled and dimed...
Trying to understand devine endlessly killing ya mind...

[2TPO]

Just about as clumsy as I come across,
I cross the right foot over the wrong one. Of course.
On the regular, I'm tripping. Different
Circumstances are the causes of each individual instance.
Given a chance for me to change your impression
About my person leaves me to question
Where is my self esteem? Heating the launch pad
Insuring that when the time comes upon that
Break of continuity with in my sanity,
I will have some room to launch an attack on a canopy
Of characters divided upon a canvas
Supposedly littered with answers, planned first.
To cut a story short, if I lose it
My response will be as subtle as a bowel movement
As far as the bistanders will be made aware of.
Note, I never meant to scare ya...I
Wish I was a bit more organized
So that my arguments could be naturally fortified.
However I present the impression of a preoccupation
Dealing with irrelivant computations
And yesterday's complaints with some mystery meat acquired.
Yet I have to check the date for a thought expired
Because I do not look to reside in the past
When the contents in mind move too fast. Who asks
If basket cases can hold it together in weather
Whether they are flocks of any different feather
Or not? A cultural analogy of our reality
Where poverty and disease roam rampart and are rabidly
Produced. The truth is that I am suspect to stray
Even from deviant influences along the way;
My works were often about time to doubt my
Ability to keep my outline's aim away from cloud nine.

[Chlorocide]

Kids lose their minds everytime I drop a sixteen/
Ain't addicted to no drugs, no, Imma rhyme fiend/
Everyone in this thread say hello to the king/
Don't step to close to my rhymes, because they are pure heat/
Gettin rid of you other lame rappers, like a mass Alt, control, delete/
My swagga is hard, never tasted defeat/
Send me a PM if you want to be the next one I beat/

[ blehh, had to throw somethin down this morning, ya'mean ]

[Flamewolf the Hybrid]

Shin Maikaru

I don't chase cats, let the pussies come to me...
And I don't chase cat, let the pussies c** to me...
Nah erase that, I make pussies come to beats...
Slang dope on the track, slang dope on the streets...
Tuck'em in the sheets, like after bedtime stories...
Flow decapitates grandfather clocks so they ignore me...
Ha, sorry to inform you, but I'm the greatest...
Like if Elvis and M.J. had a baby, now that's crazy...
I get elated, ejaculatin' on the mic...
Get it? If not than you ain't in my psyche...
But really, I'm just an average MC when I write...
While you dudes a few loose screws away from bein' tight...
And for the true that reside somewhere in the sky...
Don't be surprised as I ride through as a passer by...
I'm just sayin' high as I fly to the top...
I gotta take a s**t now so just watch me drop...

(Haha! This one's my favorite.)

[Shin Maikaru]

Pull you to my level spend a second wit a devil...
In a bass of operations with weapons that shoot trebble...
That mean I'm musicly sound, it's whatever I'm down...
Pound for pound bound with no rules lets go some rounds...
Smoke more of the herb, than go to War of the Words...
Word War 1 only thing givin' me shade is the birds...
Better than me is absurd, like havin' two Jesus's...
Keep talkin' turd leave you bleedin' out ya teethus's...
Can't finish puzzles if you have no clue where the pieces is...
My thesis is these fetus's can not go as deep as this...
Deep as "Why are we here?" So why is you here?
To find out I'm the ********' answer to "why can we hear?"
s**t in fear when my words clip an ear, b***h is queer...
Steam engine chuggin' gasoline while you sip bitches beer...
That mic, give it here, than go in the corner and sit...
It's obvious ya constipated skills ain't gonna do s**t...