The Freeflow Sticky

[H S Th0mps0n]

build upon the nothingness that envelopes
take to hand and work with what develops
don't destroy just lets enjoy the moment of peace
tendencies to travel far beyond with no way to cease
the ever spreading infection, growing from what is within
giving up what we see and just hearing a breathrin
never worrying about what is consuming them
there is always void to make what was bright turn dim
possible to cure, but are willing to take the risks
an ever changing concept of what we view ourselfs dipicts
a swirling mass of entity, a judgement of what we wish
as in jesus christs last supper, this is your last dish
a cold revenge would be my last breath, my enemies to demolish
meet them up in hell with me while i resign in
a place i know all to well, a place i hold in sin
not proud nor angry with what i have done
it was all for the pleasure, all for the fun
a calculated decision, on something that can't quit
so grab onto what you can, hold onto what you get
build safe a place that you can hide
what little sanity remains, what little pride
not worth the skin on your back, you dig deep inside
looking for answers, knowing whats devoloping can provide
the stimulation of the hatred, eating out what was once hidden
pulling away the scabs, the pest you try to ridden
from your soul your body, your entity of all
and as we soon tear down the wall
a new place to call home, a new place to fall
as shining with blood running through the hall
the fathoms return and crawl and claw their way to the air
soon a gaping hole is formed, the goul has shown no sign of wear n tear
now you have seen the truth, the way you really are
what you'de been searching for near and far
yet the question resided from what you subsided
and grew stronger with the malace and pain, your mind divided
with one path to fear, the other to chaos
what the words of the fayt have called forth demons from séance
your body is trampled, beaten and bruised, you kneal in defeat
now learn to evolve and not to repeat
for the world is ever turning, changing in its ways
forming new paths, new lives gain a birth day
the ever flowing cycle, like words from mouth to pen
to keyboard or microphone, the true mcee twists words to win
now the day has ended, the sun sleeping tight, the moon over casting
like the storm i envoke, the chaos of words, i leave all fasting.

well...hope its good.

[Sinnamangun]

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Hears a flow I did about some ******** up s**t that happened to me in the past two days, and it's really on my mind, so I thought I'd drop a free flow about it.

Walgreens, 3 people splittin' the scene/
They all ask me who it is on the TV screen/
They say the guy on the camera, looks dead up like me/
This can't be happenin' I'm a suspect for a real felony/
The cops'll be comin to question me, within' a few days/
I don't know what to do, It all feels like just like a haze/
They blew up a dumpster, with a pretty big bomb/
I can't even do demoltions dude, word to your mom/ sweatdrop
'Weapons of destruction' that's they're potential case/
It's possible that I have a few years in jail to face/
The reason I'm a suspect, is ALL my fault/
I didn't know that this would happen/
I wish I would never got involved/
See, I think I know the guy, whose face on the camera/
All 3 of their names, but I ain't a b***h, cops; I'm not gonna tell ya/
I can't just turn on him like that, we go back a ways/
You can't prove s**t pig, no matter what stuff you try to trace/
So I looked up on bombs on a computer?/
Bad timing, that's all it is/
It was a part of a joke fool, but you still belivin I did this/
So Now, I got indeffinate suspension/
Can't touch a school computer for a year, I forgot to mention/
Preassure me all you want, it's not gonna work/
I didn't do it, I know who did, so suck my d**k jerk.

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[Thunder Foot]

hmm.... I'm thinking really abstract, lemme drop something....

yo,
I get thanks for clanking stankheads...
even when I ricochet blanks,
of false lead, I crank like Ratchet,
when I up my arsenal,
with weapons like a gravity cannon, none can match it...
so i hop over a controller like an average joe...
cuz I'm viewtiful, even with Sylvia starring the show...
cuz my temperment gets used up...
so demons I'm forced to bruise up...
without delay like Sanosuke in Onimusha...
three, and I slice foes when I fight kingly...
high blows to fright those going up against my Benimaru Nikaido...
how they figure they can match my electric trigger?...
cocked back, loaded with skills in the chamber...
anyone pickin up the second controller is in danger...


( quick work bust. )

[Nfamous]

Break yourself fool
I came to rule
The crowd goes oooo
as I use my tool
to spit lyrical
in the half time spiritual
but with a double time kick for you
that you can bet ain't that typical
come and see me now
as I'm on the prowl
for suckas who ain't down
tryin to rep my town
I'm a go and terminate those
who act like they got killa flows
the verbal onslaught break they nose
when I merck them out only God gone know
where the bodys been hidden
that info's forbidden
ya'll need to stop sinnin
or you never gone be winnin
like Lord Nfamous does
never back and forth like push and shove
just maintaining
while fame gaining
and nuts draining
but never name sayin
just holdin it down
for my home town
don't need no crown
cause it's on now

[H S Th0mps0n]

drifting along this river, the coldness gives me a shiver
i pray and say that i won't shake and quiver
when the night falls upon me to destroy my dreams
of all the gold, that shines and gleams
the song says all that shines is gold
but never is anyone really told
where to look and how to discover the truth
as we were as little kids, when we got a loose tooth
trying to explain it all with a fantasy creature
a way to comfort and be given a happy feature
of a smile or such, something to lighten up the pain
to give them insight, help them realize all has to gain
but what they don't realize is lifes monstly dark with rain
thats why many look into ways to control and be sane
undying urge to reach that next level of prowess
not realizing the catrastrophy around them, the everlasting mess
of people composing false truths and wholes
to give what they want to be told and how they fill their roles
in life, the eternal battle to not be one of the cattle
spread your wings and fly away from the insesent rattle
of babies crying complaining and saying
that they are those who are truly paying
but they have no idea of the game they are playing
its far greater in this world of mystery
but whose to say, what is real, its all a perspective...even our history.

[XxReNeGaDe_NiTeMaRexX]

Ah, lemme see what I got to jot down in the spot

Tell me why I got enemies tryna give me lyrical executions/
but I know they won't do s**t, ridin' in they own capital delusion/
dumbfounded in an optical illusion, an' steadily they still get stupid/
confusion overwhelmes their puny putrid rhymes an' they start losin' it/
but not in a good way the exact opposite so to speak cluelessness/
become ignorant an' beligerent, so I counter wit ruthlessness/
but even I know my own limits, make sure to extricate precision/
cuz when speak intelligent vocab, they begin to have constant anerisms/
I do damage dealin' multiple spasms to da brain an' proclaim/
cuz my reign victimizes in a tourney series, inferiatin' da same/
hataz can't keep my name off their tongue I aim to entrap them in a void/
bubble w*raps are'nt for little boys, cuz these toys will destroy/
their goes a little story to make da imperical halt to my authority/
da glorified bars from a mic rapist again left u to file sastuatory/
i'm not sayin' i'm sorry, cuz honestly i'm puttin' u outta ya misery/
maybe next time when it comes i'll actually produce adjectives seriously/

Wow...i'm out of it today xp

[Soviet_Viking]

I'm out of practice, so here goes nothing...

"Demonic agents rise to my side at the sound of a whistle/
Your rhymes are a dime a dozen, like old Soviet missiles/
Your girl is beastly, be looking like the friggin’ Vortex Queen/
The likes of me are so foul that even when silent I’m obscene/
Thought processes are what you lack, trap you in a torture rack/
Then fill your body with thumbtacks and call you Cactus Jack/
Give me the Truth or face Consequences, dull your senses/
I’ll ensure that your crew’s not included in the next census/
Rocking a Tibetan kartika while you’re rocking a baby’s cradle/
So dense you decided to watch fireworks from high-voltage cables/
Not stable, like somebody who took a point-blank buckshot/
And now you’re looking as grainy as the wife of Lot/
Laid out stiff on a cot, like the body of Veerappan/
I saw many things and when they saw me, they ran/
I was ******** up cats back when man was draped in Mastodons/
Every night they’d chant and hoped my evil spirit would be gone/
My influence is left in more places then the bones of many saints/
You’re like Antaeus, you depend on your mommy for strength/
Claiming that you’re the guy who can bring me to my knees/
C’mon man, that’s like saying the Comoros Islands need an army/"

[XxIthunnrxX]

Right not to my Dragon claw pendent
Is the cross charm with all the white diamonds in it
That I've gotten from Spittin~it
And It's a given~that
When your a veteren you been rippin tracks
And went tic for tac
With other rappers who wanna call you wack
Pulled things that go click clack?
>.> Never that
I want them to live to see me go Plat
Feel this cuz I'm back
With my squad
Killin off lames and retards
Wanna-be rapper stars
We swangin in our cars
And we all stay tippin
Off my ride paint keeps drippin
Keep woodgrain grippin
From Friday through the weekend
Monday through thursday do it again
Goddamn Main
Kinda looks like I'm Crip~in
The way the paint changes the blue
Then changes to red swear I'm claimin that too
I stay true
To myself as an MC
I go Mainstream Never let it Change me
Still screw and chop beats
Still bring the same heat
Tell me storys to the people
At the same time keep it street
My rhymes will never be obsolete
Keep pullin off fantastic feats
Me? They'll never defeat

[angelsparks521]

********?? pimp and pimpettes???
What the hell???

[Blank Disk]

I'm a keep spittin'
Till I deminish
all my competition
Send yo a** home, have you wishin'
That I was finished
I just went home to replenish
my empty mind
You looking for a sign
and I know you ain't go find it
Take you back and rewind it
Yo fake chain is taurnished you need to shine it
You see the rock, lil n***a, get behind it
lil p***y a**, punk a** b***h
My rhymes is never flawed, I do this without a glitch
Get ya hand out ya pants yo p***s ain't got a itch
I know you wackin' off
or should I say jackin'
I got you and yo bodygaurds backin' off

Peace out 3nodding

Tell me what you think of my freestyle

[2TPO]

music cannot replace the art of poetry yet
displaying such words cannot substitute for melody
so I say this regardless of who does or not agree with me
cause I'm takin this belief to and fro to hell with me
heavenly some people are not fond as how I deceptively
lead them into a web of lies through the half truth see
this brings people to a point where they are skeptically
scrutinizing me so what, who are you suppose to be
fortunately the art of music and the mind
that produces your flow can be easily intertwined
into a couple of beats, possibly a couple of rhymes
as a matter of fact, I hear it all the time
from the people that cannot think past the mind
of an OG or supposed gun clapper, what’s hard to find
is a single meaningful flourishing conscious mind
that won't disappoint you with his schemes and won't leave you blind
to what he perceive as the truth, may be ruthless and uncouth
and might cut you as quick and as sharp as my K-9 tooth
if you misinterpret the words then your caught in a loop
in a vicious cycle where many see the "distorted" truth
or the half truth, I just cannot bring you proof
of this newly attained level is higher up than your roof
well possibly not as high but more than one comprehends
or the message delivered in one song said to be truth
well I say go on and preach if you speakin from thought
if thee's some originality without being store-bought
from the record store, selling to girls and boys
the same image for years to come, it seems no one has brought
any image similar to common sense
though I'm not creative enough to condense a book into thought
knowing that raw talent now a days is sought out
I don't claim to be the best, just display what I was taught.

So how was that?

[~`Theorem]

Ain't been around awhile, workin on the book so much i hardly get time to practice the flows. This is what i've worked up so far, if people get time, tell me what you think.


You niggas wanna be super stars,
Swing a bar, send you to Outerspace to live afar,
I spit the sky clear, but they call me CFC round here,
the way I spray, I’m half a day from burning the atmosphere,
I surround mc’s with gravity, they don’t lick shots, fill em up like botox,
And it’s more then dangerous tracks, ears bleed when I flow on wax,
Rhymes way are to ill for the fax, it’s like emailing anthrax,
It’s a new thug issue, the way bullets tear into you and rip stomach tissue,
Leave niggas belly vacant, Like dinner time for Africans, wrapped in blankets,
Its insane, now piercing lyrics penetrate an maim your brain, tamed the same, as if Kobe Bryant had to train with his wife in the after game,
Shootin 0 percent, im shootin flawless, like an innocent black man, you getting hit regardless,
The biggest miracle since the judge dropped the charges, And I am still the largest, black fiend,
Transmute later, into something far ******** greater, that’s why niggas bite my rhymes, harder then alligators. Depends if mc’s are famished, they can eat me now or later,
I slate hunger, like white people blundered and donated money to coloreds.
Diverted lovers, lyrics hit like Divorce lawyers, even when you break up, you don’t recover,
My rhymes are a mental shield, and yield bullets useless on battlefields,
So when I spit the s**t I wield, niggas ~split~, and their face ~banana~ peels,
My rhymes defy, multiply an equal pie, combine with ice cream erodes,
Fill ya up with lyrical a la mode, Take control of every node an road,
end ya ~free~way, So niggas getting ~charged~ no matter where they drive today.
Peep, this mystified eagle, droppin lyrical bombs, upon random people,
Accuracy lethal, you don’t want Styles, you don’t want Shin, you don’t want either,
Just like I know, n***a Jay-z didn’t want ether,
We come to cool, we come too cold,
Like Stag’s chili n***a, our taste is too bold,
You can’t handle or dismantle these niggas that got a handle, an leaves mc’s more waxed then candles.
You gone hear us when we spit, straight vociferous,
Like Syphilis, if it aint now, then 3 days later, you gone be feelin this.
Niggas that’s colder, simply the Souljahs, niggas don’t slang rocks, we sling boulders.
We emit spit, a group of cataclysmic earthquake inducing soldiers, waking up more niggas, then a truck of Foldgers.
the evil king crowned regal to destroy minds feeble, make craniums see-through,
Like a 4-way street, I drive bullets in every direction, Broadkast a Kryptic lesson, that leaves, you niggas guessin.
The level of our skills can enhance, to a speed quick enough to offer little chance,
like Bruce lee shifting from a simple Ju-jitsu lance, to the Dragon stance.

[H S Th0mps0n]

Grand Styles

Ain't been around awhile, workin on the book so much i hardly get time to practice the flows. This is what i've worked up so far, if people get time, tell me what you think.


You niggas wanna be super stars,
Swing a bar, send you to Outerspace to live afar,
I spit the sky clear, but they call me CFC round here,
the way I spray, I’m half a day from burning the atmosphere,
I surround mc’s with gravity, they don’t lick shots, fill em up like botox,
And it’s more then dangerous tracks, ears bleed when I flow on wax,
Rhymes way are to ill for the fax, it’s like emailing anthrax,
It’s a new thug issue, the way bullets tear into you and rip stomach tissue,
Leave niggas belly vacant, Like dinner time for Africans, wrapped in blankets,
Its insane, now piercing lyrics penetrate an maim your brain, tamed the same, as if Kobe Bryant had to train with his wife in the after game,
Shootin 0 percent, im shootin flawless, like an innocent black man, you getting hit regardless,
The biggest miracle since the judge dropped the charges, And I am still the largest, black fiend,
Transmute later, into something far ******** greater, that’s why niggas bite my rhymes, harder then alligators. Depends if mc’s are famished, they can eat me now or later,
I slate hunger, like white people blundered and donated money to coloreds.
Diverted lovers, lyrics hit like Divorce lawyers, even when you break up, you don’t recover,
My rhymes are a mental shield, and yield bullets useless on battlefields,
So when I spit the s**t I wield, niggas ~split~, and their face ~banana~ peels,
My rhymes defy, multiply an equal pie, combine with ice cream erodes,
Fill ya up with lyrical a la mode, Take control of every node an road,
end ya ~free~way, So niggas getting ~charged~ no matter where they drive today.
Peep, this mystified eagle, droppin lyrical bombs, upon random people,
Accuracy lethal, you don’t want Styles, you don’t want Shin, you don’t want either,
Just like I know, n***a Jay-z didn’t want ether,
We come to cool, we come too cold,
Like Stag’s chili n***a, our taste is too bold,
You can’t handle or dismantle these niggas that got a handle, an leaves mc’s more waxed then candles.
You gone hear us when we spit, straight vociferous,
Like Syphilis, if it aint now, then 3 days later, you gone be feelin this.
Niggas that’s colder, simply the Souljahs, niggas don’t slang rocks, we sling boulders.
We emit spit, a group of cataclysmic earthquake inducing soldiers, waking up more niggas, then a truck of Foldgers.
the evil king crowned regal to destroy minds feeble, make craniums see-through,
Like a 4-way street, I drive bullets in every direction, Broadkast a Kryptic lesson, that leaves, you niggas guessin.
The level of our skills can enhance, to a speed quick enough to offer little chance,
like Bruce lee shifting from a simple Ju-jitsu lance, to the Dragon stance.

hell yeah man, good to have you back. some sick s**t 3nodding

[Ms Ishah Boo]

[********?? pimp and pimpettes???
What the hell???You got a problem with the Pimp family? stare

Styles: Beautiful s**t. Your lyrical elevates. 3nodding

[H S Th0mps0n]

Ms Ishah ********?? pimp and pimpettes???
What the hell???[/quote]You got a problem with the Pimp family? stare

Styles: Beautiful s**t. Your lyrical elevates. :

3ey8y478:0="Ms Ishah ********?? pimp and pimpettes???
What the hell???[/quote]You got a problem with the Pimp family? stare

Styles: Beautiful s**t. Your lyrical elevates. 3nodding

yez cause texas am the home of the playas n pimpz...