Superfreestyle

[cheep]

c is charismatic, for all the people who follow

h is hedonistic, for the girlies that swallow

e is elevated, so high you cant see this

ep is elephant penis, the realist, i mean this

so dont front, you wont even place

in a battle leave you crying like mace in your face

youre a digrace, just a fucking waste

like some diors in a 44 waist

[soundbomber]

charged on that playskool nigga/trigga shit

you gonna drop that then say cats ain't legit?

lines straight outta that rap starter kit

lemme guess cuz you black you think whatever you spit

is like automatic top five radio hit

got news for you son skin color mean zero

weak shit cut down like my name was toshiro

lie through a smile like i'm robert shapiro

got that big money gold marquee premier flow

heard it all before, white boys ain't street

fuck it when the last time you heard this kind of heat

you just sound like you stuck on repeat

tear your shit down like rome sacked crete

full arsenal my firepower complete

by land by air plus that battleship fleet

got you surrounded too late for retreat

napalm in the morning man it smell so sweet

charlie don't surf he just get his ass beat

bona drag is tryin' to get serious

he's like bitches are you hearin' this?

why you tryin' to get lyrical?

when your favorite breakfast is children's cereal

you call yourself robert toshiro, the hero or was it robert deniro?

but you couldn't even squeeze into a pair of iron army toshiro's

you say you got big money and premier flow?

are you sure you didn't steal dj premier's show?

like you heard before white boys ain't street

your beats mediocre and your heats discreet

full arsenal? complete, fleet, retreat, sweet?

your wordplay is rhetorical, weak and off-beat

your landspeed is slow, hoe you can't outrun the napalm

failed attempts to speed on land to escape the bomb

quick! break bread and perhaps i'll spare your head

before the radiation spreads to your bed, your dead

[destructodisk]

damn omc I like the assonance

and i think you gotta pretty good fashion sense

but now is truly the time to repent

it's time to give up the rhyme game like lent

i'm heavensent

truly there is no beating me

the way your rhymes be you may as well be treating me

to a nice fruity dessert and a bottle a wine

ya life is mine, by the time I'm done with you ya sure to be cryin

you're butt hurt

cuz charged fucked you in the butt

thinkin that's what it meant to murk

fool's bout as gangsta as a one dolla bill

and his "rhymes", I'm sure we've all had our fill

throwin out words like nigga

when he should be worryin bout me behind the trigga

yo charged, I'll kill your ass for fun

but once I'm done with you I'm gonna toss the gun

to ya pops so it's like he shot his son

man I don't play games like quidditch

I know people -- he won't get acquitted

he'll spend the rest of his life suckin dick

never knowin his dead son was damn good at it

this thread's bout me, cheep and omc

we the only ones with the skills to keep it trill -- yamean?

It's clear we're the perpetrators of genocide

mowin through kids leavin em on the wayside

So unless you wanna get fucked up -- go with the tide

run far far away and just commit suicide.

[jayrock]

it takes some masturbation of the imagination

for this proclamation of my domination

bona just be rhyming with 4-letter words

like he just finished school grades 1 through 3rd

your m.c. skills are obsolete

as your last nine lines all rhyme with "feet"

from the dick-shaped state where y'all retire

comes our boy cheep spittin' that hot fire

here is an example of practice made perfect

but his rhyme schemes' boring, I don't prefer it

destructo comes in with a long ass verse

too bad it don't match his louis vuitton purse

theres so many lines and so much shit

talks 'bout butt fucking dudes as if he's done it

change the first letter and you got onemancults' rhymes

that shit's more boring than baseball gametime

y'all look good standing next to him

they're their there

no homonym

I got no response to soundbomber's shit

that ain't the stuff that needs to be fucked with

[cheep]

jayrock can only spit four lines at a time, so lets do that

i saw jay suck four cocks in a line, true that

talking shit about me, youre out of your mind, you prove that

stick to shutting up, youll be fine, but you blew that

[destructodisk]

damn jayrock you really fuckin dense

it won't be hard to prove

I'll use ya rhymes as evidence

i don't know what you said bout a purse

or how that even relates to my verse

but if this were a worst rhymes competition

you'd take first

that's fo sure

man, get with the program

your verses bout as mean as a jar of strawberry jam

your biggest diss 'gainst cheep was callin him boring

same goes for omc, ya shit's abhorrent

unoriginal, whack, uninspired, and not funny

ya couldn't even comeupwita verse for soundbomber, dummy

you need to study up, there's your mission

cuz right now your rhymin skills mad deficient

nah man scratch that, you just need to watch and listen

you can't come and test, you ain't even partially proficient

[jayrock]

cheep thinks real hard and this is his rebuttal

a bunch of repetitive nonsense like a retard's mouth puddle

I'm primed to rhyme more than 2+2 lines at a time

but I like stuff in fours, like whores and coke lines

you better think real hard and try to repent for this

because your rhymes are worse than run-on sentences

the end of your flows could be more creative

instead of pleading "that that that that" like a retarded plaintiff

destructo comes up with mad persistence

but his rhymes are so weak the prognosis is impotence

bustin' on my verses while you sittin' on a phallus

your words are so soft that you need Cialis

your last three lines are your antithesis

but the rest is worse than finding lumps on your penis

if you work hard on your game you might get that money

but right now someone who rhymes "funny" and "dummy," don't front me

[cheep]

lets see, i had four lines, eight rhymes, and none of them were that

but to me, your rhymes combine, but still fall flat

really, its silly, how you try to test mine, but in fact

you cant see the complexity that i ended with that.

[destructodisk]

yo jay this is freestyle man

I come up with shit quick like a flash in the pan

Now I know that these all technically be writtens

but they way you comin out your shit sound scripted

but still you lost me with your harebrained nonsense

don't you know who the fuck you comin up against?

talkin bout antithesis?

how you come up with this?

you not look at a dictionary, thinkin you'd take a risk?

sayin to yourself, ooh this rhyme'll get em pissed

when all it ended up with was you gettin dissed

don't just bring your shit harder,

bring your shit smarter, partner

[TokenIndianKid]

bag hoes, blast pros

baghdad, you sad

dont me mad, im your dad

jayrock take the cock

out ya ass, put down the glass

listen to some crass

i pass,

so much fucking doty

break a bottle of a 40

over ya fuckin wig

roast kush like i roast pigs

[destructodisk]

simple rhymes

waste of time

may as well

be a crime

clearly you been smokin

tokin'

thinkin ya mind freed

when really ya verse

make my ears bleed

no hate though

I know its hard to take those

words in ya head

make em connect

in cohesive dialect

but go 'head

blaze some kush

waste ya bread

it's pretty much the only way

you gon' get street cred

[alterion]

Dude jayrock, step down man your done,

Your spitting out crap like a submachine gun

You have some ryhmes but your style is whack,

Get out while you can before cheep decides to attack

This game is about style about flow, about grace,

Unless you step up you gonna be smacked to outer space

Four lines? Dude this is freestyle

and you ain't got shit if you ain't versatile

This is supertrash not some amateur play

You need to be smooth, to be able to switch up

Go back to college, this sure ain't your graduation day

Look i'll start ya here's a cinquian lay-up

So to continue from here CMF wassup?

[mizanation]

jayrock, i heard you calling me out, b

i'm on some taxi driver shit: bitch, you talkin' to me?

you better stop it with your little grade school raps

you's a pussy and to prove it ima smear you like paps

i see your corny-ass break-dancin avy and shit

trying to be extra "hip hop" with your name and shit

you think you're mad real but your shit ain't true

you be reppin hip hop but we don't want you, get a clue

your style is whack, you better give it up duke

even cuddly sheep's rhymes are better than you

and that's pretty shitty, you bitch like titty

walk through the hood and get popped like fitty, word to diddy, shouts to new york city, shit is gritty

[jayrock]

y'all holding hands when you rhyme to me

'cause you're on your knees on the hard concrete

circle jerking each other with compliments

always coming up fast to each others defense

but I'm not worried, scaried or nervous

I got rhymes all day built specifically for this

I got a five-star crash rating, just like a Ford Taurus

with shit you ain't never seen like an aurora borealis

still not impressed with none of yo rhymes

to pass the times I'd rather stand in lines

at least I have the mind and the vocabulary

that I don't need to look up words in a dictionary

public schooled and I still smoke trees

add beats to the equation and I excel over thee

c'mon now, let's here the rebuttal

I wait in paitence while you creampie each other's buttholes

[soundbomber]

bag hoes, blast pros

baghdad, you sad

dont me mad, im your dad

jayrock take the cock

out ya ass, put down the glass

listen to some crass

i pass,

so much fucking doty

break a bottle of a 40

over ya fuckin wig

roast kush like i roast pigs

you can't bag hoes and you won't blast pros, you know?

no hoes, there's moe's and joe's, u gay? no way? it only goes to show

i set you on fire, you smokin! i'm jokin!! you a tokin' indian kid

you wear hype clothes to smoke out hoes, is that what you did?

i know you mad and we are sad that we bombed baghdad

now you sad, i feel bad, but you not my dad, u still mad?

you rhymed out your ass, then you failed gym class

poorly timed punchlines smell like gas from your ass

your a fucking doty, you nosey? i'm drinkin' up all your 40

you don't roast kush, you just got hindu, you got mary but no jane in you

i just split ya wig, you got roasted pig, used your own lines to out-rhyme you

[skiniks]

who the fuck is this jay dude trying to kid

are you sure your name isn't limp bizkit

you're rhymes are weak like a babies grip

half these dudes in this thread will leave you covered in piss

to me you're a urinal cake there's no way i'd miss

thought i left? nah, i'm in tip top shape, no slips

[jayrock]

here's another chump rhyming short little words

your vocabulary rivals your dick length, hung like bird

don't even try to come up and say my shit is weak

that makes about as much sense as pleats on the bed sheets

I need a doctor 'cause my flows are so ill

you 'bout to get knocked up, you need a birth control pill

so get in the line that's for sucking my testicles

'cause I'm pumpin' more blood than your heart's left ventricle

I never thought it a crime to spit a little rhyme

but after hearing your shit, I just changed my mind

[skiniks]

bitch please you need to hop the fuck off my dick

hung like a bird? it's more like a fuckin' broomstick

and shit, i don't even gotta reply to this bitch

he's probably a bro rockin' abercrombie and fitch

but it's cool i'm here to chill and progress

i'm just about jeans and chicks with big chests

it's the best, seein' lames angry

cause i'm makin' their moms act real naughty

[branespload]

cause i'm makin' their moms act real naughty

Naughty or nice, on the mic I got presence

Before y'all get to steppin, y'all better get some lessons

Your flows are terrible, every post is straight unbearable

Blow smoke from pipe dreams of rappin is chimerical

The thought of you beatin' me is hysterical

A lyrical automaton, I got my armor on

Shred you down like parmesan, to the smallest positron

These punchlines are leavin your eyes with black sockets

Needin' more stitches than on a Nudie back pocket

eh

[TokenIndianKid]

this is that kush flow straight off the dome

been chillin, not flowin, polishin the chrome

the king has come back for the throne

but i stay thrown, hella blown, tapped phones

for that kilo dealin, while im peelin

the wrapper of the pound, like a yoyo im wound

up on that hashish, some motherfucking haze

smoke a phat cubano, stay blazed for days

you knew id be back, the motherfucking don, big ron

jeremy, smack you with a cock,

stoned like a granite rock, grab the glock

but back to the weed flow, got my med card

now im so stoned i feel like a retard

this cali weed, you cant understand it

if your from out of state, i can supply you with

some lyrical marijuana, that fire oh-gee

green like a bush, presidential kush,

hit you like a slug from cheney to ya head

you end up dead

[jeepster]

first one..

in response to tokenindian... don't worry, i like weed, but not as much as you apparently.

well, if its, token and jokin, and rhymes now be spoken

im gonna lay some bars, a bit rusty, but not chokin

chokin on the smoke an indian kid might toke

toke a joke? please, we know you smoke. its nothing new

but how can we tell if you're really you?

all we hear about, day in day out, is how you love weed

and love to hear the people shout

"oh token, we love your steez!"

jesus christ goddamit, fuckin please.

you life may be meaningless, but do us a favor

cut down on the habit, save some paper

if you so love green, then try to keep it lean

and ween from the green which you so readily seem

to be attached to, every day every night

because when it comes to words, you might lose a fight.

maybe you forgot, because you were stoned. i

ts alright, i understand, ive been in that zone

but in all honesty, get a life "bra"

youre rappin like you got the life, fuckin "HOO RAH"

so please, do sufu a great favor

no more talk about the kush or your favorite flavor

theres already a thread, and you've already proved a point

you love to smoke, by all means, roll a joint

but do us all a favor, stop actin all OG

and don't be frontin, cause its not up to me

sufu has spoken

and we dont really care

drugs come and drugs go

just like hair

so please, i emplore you, get a life

settle down, still smoke, get a wife

but for the love of pete, and what needs to be done

shut the fuck up, you don't fuckin own a gun.

maybe you do, and im completely wrong

but no one wants to hear it anymore, its an old-old song.

peace.

(drops mic)

[skiniks]

hell nah, these kids can't think they can smoke like me

i've got more green than a farmer in BC

don't even start to think you know what i mean

my sessions leave chronics greenin' out from the trees

the buckets real grimey but it's got me lifted

the way i get people high makes me feel real gifted

in a higher sense, not like the special olympics

these other dudes are slow i'm just flowin' the basics

[destructodisk]

I left this thread for just a few minutes

Now these chumps be all up in it

Ya'll rhymes be bout as boring as a lecture

So I'm back with my venom, sure cause an infection

By continuing on you're just diggin yo'selves into a hole

your shit may rhyme

but ya'll bout as hip hop as Bob Dole

ya rhymes stuck in the doldrums

when ya'll should be writin hotness

ya'll be typin with cold thumbs

cold thumbs? damn son!

I maybe understand if ya'll gettin cold feet

since you've all seen how every rapper I meet I beat

whatever though, I'm done with you clowns

but ya'll so fuckin persistent I'll probably see you next time around

[Spaghettini]

i spit a little fire, drink gasoline

track suit gucci green

with a red stripe like the lager

dont waste your time steppin to the godfather

of rhymes, time to shake off the thread's cannon fodder

hoppin in jalopies, stretch out, spaghetti rock, dont be mad

serve fiends, catapault work to my right hand man

now the kids on the five year plan

straight to the top, success's pinnacle

dudes is gene siskel critical

of others rhyme style when they spit straight trash

let me break it down for you quick-fast

listen brothers

learn to speak well before you speak on others

the heats on, turn the speaker on

dudes in the thread getting tight like rubbers

sanctified sentences, believe in the facts

take a load off, breathe and relax

you might keystyle well but no dont get gassed

learn your lesson come talk with the pimp

no half steppin, like u just tried to walk with a limp...

[cheep]

when it comes to this rhyme shit, im a savage

an by the looks of this thread, well above average

boy, step back before i split your cabbage

cause if you really wanna battle youll get ravaged

by the supercontroller

low dough holder

samurai soldier

keep you looking over your shoulder

and when it come to this im a professional

spill your guts on the street like superconfessional

coming with the heat like m.o.p.

girls on the dick like eazy e

but not sick with the germ, im sick with the verbs

you can have the sherm, ill stick with the herbs

[skiniks]

so mr. branespload wants to start static

i bet that faggot chokes like a fuckin' asthmatic

keep runnin' your lip and this shit'll get tragic

like john wayne gacy i'll leave you trapped in the attic

son, your presence is like faded nudies - noone gives a fuck about that fabric

my presence is like cheep's samurais - yeah, fuckin' epic

your neg rep doesn't mean shit, i'll make you disappear like magic

i lead the group cause i'm just a maverick

[branespload]

^ Off topic but, much improvement and will +rep when I can.

[jeepster]

tanked up on vino, i might get a bit more mean-o

first line was weak, second lines a bit more clean-o

just like these girls, my words are gettin wetter

im just warmin on you fools, like a pair of mittens or a sweater

spit so much game, yall be smitten

like some biblical shit, like a hebrew in a fit

its the jewish new year bitches - everythings a hit!

so pop your champagne, or down your manechevitz

get out your motherfuckin torahs, and pray to the heavens

cause im feelin it tonight, and maybe ill even fight with the plight of several glasses of top flight might

some great wine that is, and my heads a biut mashed,

im running a bit on empty, but not yet to far smashed

my typins still good, my grammar be poppin

even westside's gotta admit, this rhyme is kinda rockin

but please dont insist that i gotta get technical

because we all know, tomorrow morning is electrical

sittin in the temple, prayin for no reason

just enjoy the motherfuckin holiday my kikes,

tis the season!

l'sha'na tovah everyone (happy jewish near year).

[cheep]

my words crystal clear like a sidney lo photo

my raps bomb cats like Isokoru Yamamoto

ill sink you weak ass like the pearl harbor fleet

im not street, dont need to hold heat

i eat meat, but dont hold beef

make wack mcs fall just like a ripe leaf

best believe

cant do nothing but achieve

that was weak... oh well.

[cuddlysheep]

my styles mixed like a half jap/indian guy named rajiv

everyone gonna get smacked,imma roll up my sleeves

cheep, u got cheep clothes like your lyrics

youre just all fake gimmicks

and miz,youll never beat me on a lyrical bout

youll always be second place like your last match

dat dude knocked u out.

jayrock your just another whack wanna be

i put crawfish down your pants,now your dancin like your avatar be.

and tokenindian kid, youre always smokin that og kush

you smoke so much now ur ignant as a george bush

jeepster, i saw your ride and its a busted honda civic 4 door

you better not come around my door or you get a lyrical beating in store.