The Freeflow Sticky

[Melodic Miner]

I'm on this track, train hostage
I'm in a castle on a moat with a drawbridge
Dungeons and dragons, I play to win
I'm not a Buddhist but uh I think I'm born again
Rozay my fave, I drink it everyday
I'm only under age if I go to the USA,
I love meat but my lungs are vegetarian
I'm the p***y doctor, veterinarian.

[Vladimir Nosiano]

Loving all this lane crunching, they all biters
Young MC's are lil me, JR Writers
I took the thang off, you know, that thang that help me shake the game off
I told you "flame on" before you to sucked my flame off
If you the Madoff, okay yall, the pyramid scheme
is just the theory of the dreary eyed b*****d, I mean
you fiends ain't really seen what I'm seeing, 'kay
pimping your dream date, now her period seem late
you near me and beam hate, gon' see what that means
gon' see what that mean when you get ******** like your dream date!
I been stuck in a dream state, like my neighbor is Royce
battling him just to get back my Schwinn, and I ain't got a choice
I don't really need one, I'm obscene, son
took & passed the drug test 'cause I thought that bleeding seemed fun
I can take a punch ghostwritten by Skillz and smile
"From Where???" NC on lock, I'll be in VA in a while
I tease what you say when you say what you say, so wow...
the ******** was I saying? they say put the pavement down
Vladimir Stark is carte blanche sick with it
thinking I can't Hulk Bust Busters, kid forget it
offense intended, like every orifice in ya b***h
ya mouth stay plugged so my name wont get dragged through the mud
handle you cuz, then hand you some slugs
hip hop scientist? Your rhyme is piss, become an entomologist, Bug
examine yourself with a palm full of Jergens
Just like this economy, what you doing now isn't working

[2TPO]

Wanting to write to suffice for my lack of a voice
I employed a choice to silence any related noise.
Taken for stakeouts, none of which I would enjoy,
Many moves to burn the profile of a wooden boy.
The collective was sated. The actions, forsaken,
Concluded to cultivate vengeance to awaken...
With pathological tendencies, we called latent
Hostility embedded was exactly what we named it.
Eyes. Eyes. Could not escape the visage of violence
As we, the perpetrators, applied behavioral science
To gain entry for intrigue's sake. The non-compliant
Where caught in a cliche of rhyme and thus...
At the time it was a frenzy, simply wolves wanting to
Feed, acknowledge a need with of hate coming to
Manifest a knotting of the stomach and something true
To its word, a cancer grown from nothing moved.

Actions speak louder than words. So these words screamed
"I have a message because I had a dream..."
Moist with anticipation for the fruition of schemes
That would see no precipitation even with its release...
Of breath. Heavier with a bevy of seams lately loose, (I)
Was losing hope at the threads when they said you're 80 proof.
Shots to my liver were never related to
The root of the problem of always hating you...
...Mute... moot when you took chose to take your vow,
Hating how nothing listens when you're taken down
In text. You cannot say you're breaking down
Because you lack a presence. And I am aching. How
Am I suppose to accomplish anything in your absence?
You learned vicariously the pain of attachments
Disengaged. I understand that hiding was your habit, (but)
How do you expect to grow if you don't put in the practice?

[Namiko Kaito]

Life's a choice, by the choice of a man
Some choose, some don't, but the choice withstands
I came through tied tubes, call it a tattoo
A needle in a haystack brandin' my Dad moves
Mom in the bathroom stratchin her neck
Sayin' hell, we'll get rent with his check
Never mind emotions, I ain't even mad
I didn't choose my Mom, just a seed in a bag
But I chose to live; see my shoulder's ripped
I benched the weight, fully grown and s**t
But the choice of a man is a choice of a life
So Exodoused out and put a voice on the mic
Just a boy in a fight with himself and a past
Always poised to write, left love on the pad
Was though.... I'd be blood on the pad
Now it's lawd, hashtag...you mad

[Namiko Kaito]

Progression, redemption, one bottle in a session
Got me pennin all perfection, weight liftin what I'm benchin
Nevermind second guessin'; first is a ambition
Transition all the loss into pockets of that winnin'
Got my grind in a kinghold, rhymin' for my kinfolk
Smilin with a shine, summer breeze through the winder
E-X-A, stupd flow; for the game, cupid bow
What you say, you already know; Birth Tape, so dope
...Huh..whatchu slackin' on your rhymes for
If we go line for line, my piff's time boy
So lets get back to rap; star of the game for the craft
Love hip hop, not a fad; your tight jeans, really f**
..But my pen is my wingspan
So oldschool my phone rings on a tincan
Flying over sucks with no reception
A crossword bars worth...flowed perfection

[Vladimir Nosiano]

[******** grudges, I held them bitches
to dap my people up dispelled them witches
with hella lubricant for broom stickin'
I groom the children chinchillin'
with the duckett cunts, with their bucket seats
chanting ******** me please, while he panicing
tryina fix the curtains in the back of the building
god willin', he's a big deal to them, I see
still kids meal to me, served with a Hi-C
Saying Hi C when they see me, treat me like Tracy
rather have you use my Alias, cuz it's Ice T
so cool, smooth, refreshing, ain't stressing
from a era where they let you in the Crew to teach you lessons
but now I'm 2 Live for that...oh s**t
Vladimir Luke, at 52 they'll call me Old d**k
Ladies you owe me, O.D. on O.D.
sugar you got a cough? suck and get you some codeine
blow me, right after that, quote me
'oh jeez, motorboat me before you poke me and soak me'

[trillkillz]

only one goal in mind, n thats to make it forever rain/
stacking up more mad bars than nutrigrain/
no matter how hurt im never gonna show pain/
at least until every last fake rapper has been slain/
cause im jason and freddy, combined and ready/
coming to rip things to shreds with a machete/
only spitting sick sh*t classified as heavy/
but still some people hate with resentment and envy/
but one day i'll be classified as the greatest ever emcee/

hows that?? quick stuff cause in a hurry!

[trillkillz]

my mind capacity is huge taking in terabytes/
your puny sized s**t is 8 bits 1 byte/
im like a super computer going on utlra fast/
the closest you'll ever get to me is an eternal lag/
and when we battle prepare for a system crash/
a fried up piece of junk is the ******** aftermath/
so not for one moment do i ever doubt my capabilities/
cause me and other rappers skills aint got similarities/
so let me clarify and emphasize on that one point/
i could still lyrically outsmart you having smoked up a million joints/


anotha quick rhyme that popped into mind!

[Vladimir Nosiano]

[0:25]
I'm shadow boxing myself with bars while on guard
in a lot with armored cars, full of hip hop & Pron Stars in the dark
I ******** around with the art and the R, you ******** around
and get scars on the arm, I'm giving barbs for your bark, Chico
where is your street code, Konami that with the quickness
pressing your buttons, resetting my s**t list, now you in it
if you end it, I'mma begin it with sands of time heart, hands down
it's funny, I'm the Prince and you a** out
got mad sharks in my bars, counting these cards
laughing at y'alls punches missing Tiffany's side of the barn
you hard right? ******** it, we ain't close, on the chart right?
Ya Mama, She Said Pack the Pipe, asking Y? on the Pharcyde
of insanities canopy, pen Passin Me By
still I'm Runnin', do this for fun 'n rappers wanting to cry
they no do it like I, cats wanna B Maximum
they Minnie Mouse, just let the Wavy subside, aight?
[1:06]

I wonder, does any one else here like writing verses first, then finding what kind of beats they flow best over? Feel like I've got more freedom that way.

[trillkillz]

im an assassin to all beats bringing them super heat/
i sink and destroy em all down like napoleons fleet/
im a verbal magician but not that stupid hocus pokus/
i reinvent my s**t saying pokus hocus never loosing focus/
eliminating dumb rappers like cornfields eaten by locusts/
they threw me out into the wild and said fight your own battles/
thats what kindled the flame and now the fire crackles/
packing more words in my brain than those possible in scrabble/

Grizzly cool

[GhostlyMark]

Vladimir Nosiano

[0:25]
I'm shadow boxing myself with bars while on guard
in a lot with armored cars, full of hip hop & Pron Stars in the dark
I ******** around with the art and the R, you ******** around
and get scars on the arm, I'm giving barbs for your bark, Chico
where is your street code, Konami that with the quickness
pressing your buttons, resetting my s**t list, now you in it
if you end it, I'mma begin it with sands of time heart, hands down
it's funny, I'm the Prince and you a** out
got mad sharks in my bars, counting these cards
laughing at y'alls punches missing Tiffany's side of the barn
you hard right? ******** it, we ain't close, on the chart right?
Ya Mama, She Said Pack the Pipe, asking Y? on the Pharcyde
of insanities canopy, pen Passin Me By
still I'm Runnin', do this for fun 'n rappers wanting to cry
they no do it like I, cats wanna B Maximum
they Minnie Mouse, just let the Wavy subside, aight?
[1:06]

I wonder, does any one else here like writing verses first, then finding what kind of beats they flow best over? Feel like I've got more freedom that way.

lol i can't do that...i feel like rapping along a beat keeps me in sync

[Sheedo]

Welcome to the late night showtune for sinners
By 2am aint no such things as beginners
The mixture of cats, jokers and inbetweeners
Its my buffet and I'm feeling like dinner
So cups up, blunt still swinging
Step up to my table, I'm the one MC'ing
Being ill and just flowing verses
Can do it raw or skip the curses

[johnnyzerobeats]

to all you lyracist that be rappin in the streets, go to www.soundclick.com/johnnyzerobeats

[2TPO]

Vladimir Nosiano

[0:25]
I'm shadow boxing myself with bars while on guard
in a lot with armored cars, full of hip hop & Pron Stars in the dark
I ******** around with the art and the R, you ******** around
and get scars on the arm, I'm giving barbs for your bark, Chico
where is your street code, Konami that with the quickness
pressing your buttons, resetting my s**t list, now you in it
if you end it, I'mma begin it with sands of time heart, hands down
it's funny, I'm the Prince and you a** out
got mad sharks in my bars, counting these cards
laughing at y'alls punches missing Tiffany's side of the barn
you hard right? ******** it, we ain't close, on the chart right?
Ya Mama, She Said Pack the Pipe, asking Y? on the Pharcyde
of insanities canopy, pen Passin Me By
still I'm Runnin', do this for fun 'n rappers wanting to cry
they no do it like I, cats wanna B Maximum
they Minnie Mouse, just let the Wavy subside, aight?
[1:06]

I wonder, does any one else here like writing verses first, then finding what kind of beats they flow best over? Feel like I've got more freedom that way.

Essentially something with a slightly slower tempo. Although I do feel the energy you are trying to put forth into this one. I think something with a slightly slower tempo would allow this to spill out naturally.