The Freeflow Sticky

[lyricalonslaught]

you from chi-town, i'm from the a
one thing i agree upon, bullets will spray
into his chest, yo, his boy is next, so
take the chance and erase his life, go
don't use guns? better use ya fists
those'll be harder to describe and list
yes, i agree with ya, hataz must die
won't be by my hand, but i must know why
do people always think they're better than us?
does it always have to be like em and canibus?
if ya beef with me, straighten it out
let me know one time, spit it all out
don't try to front if ya know you'll get beat
the only thing you'll see is the soles of my feet
falling in pain, i dabble in rain
send ya to bellevue, declared mentally insane
straightjacket around ya waist, what a waste
of a good lyricist, slow ya pace
take ya time, your lyrics will become ya rhyme
if you let em, always let em shine
on ya own u can't beat me, lyrics treat me
like a king in the desert, i'll beat the heat.

i'm still going.... smile

[Marcus Ville]

I'm one of the best thats a obvious decision/
My bars is like bullets, they have absolute precision/
A crash with my lines, no insurance for that collision/
To stop me seriously, is only to imprison/ ((doubt that work))
I'm to heavy when I walk, they call me Mr. fission/
When I spitted my first, thay all screamed the champ has risen/
My flows got all the haters hissin'/
They bullets aint like my bullets, they still missin'/
Just cuz I praise god don't mean I'm deep christian/
My flow is hot, it got ya skin blisten'/
On these pathetic flows I'm pissin'/
Most should know by now I'm immune to dissin'/
Don't act surprise when my lyrical gun styart clappin' and clippin'/
My life is Do or Die and I aint Po' pimpn'/

[lyricalonslaught]

hold up, one mo gain, i'm back in this verse
don't have to, but i'm still gonna curse
daydreams and magazines
have gotten to me it seems
just like porno stars and seedy bars
have gotten to the most intrigued
watching as a skinny chick dances on a pole
yo, give me a black woman w/ a butt, and u know i'm sold
put a fifty and a hundred in the g-string strap
hoping on everything the string won't snap
but enough about my freaky lyrics i've made thus far
time to get a little serial on this bar
i write flows, don't jack hoes
spit words faster than no doze
hunting for women all the time
like nudists want clothes
alienating bad flows
like strobe lighting woes
until the day i breathe my last breath
watch out for my blows
like cancer, not the sign
i streak thru ya mind
i eat lyricist rhymes
like melon on a rind
honest to a fault, mama raised me right
but try to cross me, you d*** sure i'll fight
i'll ice you, be nice to you
take ya girl and wife you
spending money on my honey
the last i'll do is sodomize you
leave that for the man named bubba
it's ya a**, post man, betta run for cover
change my flows like chris luva luva
oops, that's ludacris, there's none other
like me, just ask the man C.B.
Lyrical Onslaught, g, I'll sign ya copy.

Taking it one day at a time....

[Core man]

I spit with an immense amount of power
talk slang showers, cowards, cower, underneath our
Storm clouds that indicate the acid rain hours
Now or, never, ever, ending on a bad note
gripping ya' craft throat, for spitting a bad quote
I smash black folk and white folk alike for jokes with mics
And make a Kodak moment out of the most boring open mic
I'll make a sad fan appreciate rap again
******** around and forget just how wack it's been
I'm a bad man Why's that?
I catch bullets in my molars, body slam boas
And take flight with the weight of the world on my shoulders
And blame David Blaine on any chains that hold us
What started out as food for thought, turned into thoughts to turn they
crews into food in hopes to satisfy my
Insatiable appetite to dine on lifeforms,
Small planets and satellites
You solar system is my condiment
I vomit comets, and don't sweat the small things and nonsense
Every dog has his day and even more so in rhyming
So I decided that I'd never play the fire hydrant
Or grab the mic sounding lazy, worn down and tired
Cats don't really fall off they just get uninspired
But before you, get a reason to ever diss us
I'll drop a ill LP and disappear like Bobby Fischer
But this is, the building block of all that is
And what it is, is Alchemy

[the prime suspect]

"one thing i agree upon, bullets will spray
into his chest, yo, his boy is next, so"
pass the mic to the prime suspect
im goin for the lyrical upset
i run like seabiscut, like biscuts, but im not wet
sometimes i spin wit cd's but twirl wit cassets
whats up next?
i dont play when it comes to gats
yo rymes are played out like 8 tracks
now stay back
wit my gat i go click clack
keep duckin and dodgin my lyrical ak
get sprayed, i say you niggas should make way
damn that was weak sweatdrop stare crying crying xd sweatdrop

[Yorun De Pimp]

I destroyed the world and resurrect it with incrypted messages
No average person can decypher these words cause of infernal wackness
I never had a problem with the newcomers to a forum of rap followers
But it's troublesome, they think they know, but they really aren't real knowers
They get even cokie and straight up annoying, I'll kill them slowly
Losing my mind like a holy, angry cause all of them want to flow like me
Wear the clothes I wear, so I decided to wear nothing, hoping they do
Now I see naked chest, ******** you!! I put your head on a cross and slay your crew
Cruse the heavens pour water on hell, all is well I got a weird story to tell
I got killed in my sleep saw my dead relatives, they support me as well
Clapped hands with god, smoked pot with Jesus, cause he sees us
Smoke marijuana and agrees with us, and he's waiting to free us
But since this is a forum filled with textee, this is my message, see!!
I'm the best MC, never test me, I may seem weird but my drops are deadly
Hundred of multi's I am never fully fuffiled with dropping out bomb
But how come kids still think they won even when it's clear.. they're done

[Marcus Ville]

I got 16 bars worth 16 zeros/
That boy is epic like a big screen hero/
I, came from the gutta/
I, grew up on the streets/
I'm sick with this s**t, its like I threw up on the beats/
What is shorty let the kid do it/
Sit back, idolize what how I do it/
I'm the best~ nothin'~ less/
It was written~ its~ a~ fact/
I got the ball in my court and I'm never givin' it back/
Someone say they the best they gonna have show me/
Until then, they can imitate the wind and blow me/
I'm a southside soldier, I already told ya/
Just read these bars and witness the beholder/

[Core man]

Yorun

I destroyed the world and resurrect it with incrypted messages
No average person can decypher these words cause of infernal wackness
I never had a problem with the newcomers to a forum of rap followers
But it's troublesome, they think they know, but they really aren't real knowers
They get even cokie and straight up annoying, I'll kill them slowly
Losing my mind like a holy, angry cause all of them want to flow like me
Wear the clothes I wear, so I decided to wear nothing, hoping they do
Now I see naked chest, ******** you!! I put your head on a cross and slay your crew
Cruse the heavens pour water on hell, all is well I got a weird story to tell
I got killed in my sleep saw my dead relatives, they support me as well
Clapped hands with god, smoked pot with Jesus, cause he sees us
Smoke marijuana and agrees with us, and he's waiting to free us
But since this is a forum filled with textee, this is my message, see!!
I'm the best MC, never test me, I may seem weird but my drops are deadly
Hundred of multi's I am never fully fuffiled with dropping out bomb
But how come kids still think they won even when it's clear.. they're done

i like your rip syle man, its tha steez, holla

[XxIthunnrxX]

<center>The lyrical killer ain't nobody iller
Winner stealer name someone realer
I could be 3-D and you still couldn't see me
The Godly Chibi, The rap sickness
Witness the landlord of the game
Your bein evicted, My veres crytic
So that can't bite me Style
Stay in the South in clubs with Styles
Spittin game runnin one man trains on Usher's video dames
It's insane how many people tjink they can beat me main
One up to Shin, n***a got so many wins, you think he was chosen~
Ghosts meta's leave competiton frozen, And compared to Apocalyptic(sp?)
Your rhymes ate simplistic , Go ahead get a grip kid, Just so I can rip it
From your skull, through your eyeholes, blood rushin down your chin
Me be the prince of gore only second to Sin, The Prince of the South
Only second to him, Watch Styles he'll show you what Southerners bout

S.P. The God my boy... Go ahead run your mouth over the internet bout your toys..

Tell me what you ya'll think... and if you don't like it cut your wrist in the sink...

[Sano Insano]

Chibi Squall Strife

<center>The lyrical killer ain't nobody iller
Winner stealer name someone realer
I could be 3-D and you still couldn't see me
The Godly Chibi, The rap sickness
Witness the landlord of the game
Your bein evicted, My veres crytic
So that can't bite me Style
Stay in the South in clubs with Styles
Spittin game runnin one man trains on Usher's video dames
It's insane how many people tjink they can beat me main
One up to Shin, n***a got so many wins, you think he was chosen~
Ghosts meta's leave competiton frozen, And compared to Apocalyptic(sp?)
Your rhymes ate simplistic , Go ahead get a grip kid, Just so I can rip it
From your skull, through your eyeholes, blood rushin down your chin
Me be the prince of gore only second to Sin, The Prince of the South
Only second to him, Watch Styles he'll show you what Southerners bout

S.P. The God my boy... Go ahead run your mouth over the internet bout your toys..

Tell me what you ya'll think... and if you don't like it cut your wrist in the sink...

I liked it, but what rhymed with the "landlord of the game" line?

[Marcus Ville]

I gutta, still aint went form rags to riches/
My only weapon is a flow thats vicious/
I'm loaded like the motor city pistons/
I got bars worth phone number digits/
So prestigious, freestlye is my religion/
Its scarce to find a mind like mine, so they try to stop me, badluck/
Half the rookies out here Monica Lewenskis, they suck/
One of my goals is to clear this earth of lyrical disaters/
Its to small of a earth for these bastards/
Flows so dangerous, I'm labeled a hazard/

[2TPO]

I think I'm loosin it but I'll try.

In people we trust yet women we lust after the coke bottle figures as well yet robust males who believe that they will definitely prevail yet some to stupid to know mail order brides don't come in the mail. Trigger happy temper loosing illogically reason refusing violent vultures act when you mean to turn towards the disturbance before you see that bout four or five freaks are trying to releave a lady of her life with something up their sleve...

Yep, I lost it. gonk

[Core man]

My rap tone cracks domes and backbones
Shamus known as Esoteric wrecks tracts like gallstones
You're prone to perish for biting sentences
Printing lyrics on your j-card without citing references
Crazy ill kids fill me like placebos
But I don't pull steel like Magneto
I'll leave you black and blue like Max Rebo
Offa my cerebral, God complex but no cathedral
I hammer heads like Momanaydon, underground like Raydon
Throw my tape on, I burn your wax down to a crayon
Word, I used to take chemistry and physics
Now I take it to your chest piece like a bishop
What is it? Shamus rippin' apart mental composites
Diagnostic, caustic, I desposit
Brains of rap stars in glass jars
My frame's composed of more species than Madagascar
I gobble suns like a quasar
You're Hailey's comet, and although low
I rock don't make me patriotic
I'm still robotic rebel alliance medic
Shamus the god awful also known as isomedix

when i say wrecks tracts, it also means tracks, as in music, then look up the definition of gallstones to understand why i also said tracts ;P that was some of the most clever steez

[Sadatos]

I'm lookin' at these rhymes that all of you posted.
Hold on to your hats 'cause you're about to get roasted.
I'm lyrically sound and mentally able
It's 1 in the mornin' and I'm feelin' unstable.
Try to step up to me, son you're not even ready.
Gun between your eyes and my hand is so steady.
The flash and the chrome will be the last thing you see.
I tried to warn you what you'd get when you battle with me.

[Core man]

oh pleez...
I'm knockin some sense in kids like boxing events
My toxins dispese, blockin' your vents like oxygen tents
That club ish, singin in the break stuff is rubbish
You'll never catch Shamus Ryan with that stuff published
So stop the gimmicks and the image that you're mimicking
Cause that'll be detected like alpha toxin carcinogen
Behind me, my cortex nematode brings Strontium-90
And spits it back in your face kindly
Remind me, to stomp a silly goose
Your s**t is played like the power of Zeus
A joke for those who try to produce
You couldn't be real if I turned you to magnetic tape
Oh you tried to replicate my whole genetic state, I generate
Like electricty, devastate with symmetry
Penetrate heads with metal plates I set it straight
like alignments, put your wack raps up on Ken Simon
Cause you can't get paid until you sell out with rhymin'
I'm in, a state of euphoria
Android warrior your raps are gettin' sorrier and sorrier
The protocol drugs players like topply
Tsunami and I'm hissed like horozami