Got talent? Spit your rhymes! NS Freestyle Thread!

TehPhizZz

TehPhizZz

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Feelin bored? got time? go for it!
NS Freestyle/Rap Thread!
Show us what you got!?!
lol i suck so i'm not even gonna attempt it till i know i can be awake to try to make some sense of what i write lol!
Show NS your skills!!
 
How about one of my new beats to write to? A little shameless self promotion.


Keep It Stupid Simple Final by natetryman
 
Nice nice!! Indeed post up a instrumental along with your rhymes if you want too! or use others on here if posted!
 
follow the thread topic maybe? lol uhmm i'll put this up!:.: Its my friends "XiM Productions/Dj DonnI" :.:
Lately I can understand why the world seems to hate me.
Dreamin bout the things that made me.
So hate me... So hate me..
Lately ive been livin thought struggles.
Becomin wounds that never heal..
Gettin tore down livin my life thats so so real.
Wishin it was a dream that wasn that so real.
Wakin up on the side block sayin man whats the deal.
Seein all friends n the fam takin pills.
Thinkin bout the day theyll all be writin the wills.
Lookin back in the time when you were makin crack rocks.
Thinkin now when you taught your kid how to make the weed stocks.
Then me lookin down at as your pit is gettin deeper.
I told you my message I was just tryin to be the preacher.
I saw that look in your eyes that chu were still a seeker.
Wishin to go back to the hood that you from.
Memories of walk down streets seein the crossfire n guns.
Comin thru the door seein your bro flat dead.
God damn bro he took the shots to the head.
Now you sit n think those shots were made for you.
Stop.. listen... look. the blood is on the floor.
Your minds thinkin this declares war.
But then lookin back at the shots on the door.
Now go fix your life he gave for you to live.
You got a second for his life tht he had give.
Look at you now.
Youve come up from nothin.
Startin to make it big.
Just remember one think your 3 year old cuz. Lil Tig
2000 2003 Rest in peace my bro.
 
Hey, they say 'write what you know". Suburban white kids have no business rapping about selling rocks in da hood, or even rapping, for that matter.
 
yo im trackin down here in the 435

see snow in the hills makes me drive

up to t grove so i can shred some snow

early season rails, how could you say no

2 inch base and plastic pipes

call your drop, bitch its only 2 feet high

get the go pro out he spinnin 450

pretzel that shit bitch and toss a shifty

its gettin kinda late but the days been great

pack up the car then stare at the stares

light up the blunt, yo pass that shit to the front.
 
Woah, what is this? A freestyle thread?should i hop on this? or go to bed instead?I think you know the answer,flows sick like cancer,hoes coming up to me saying "You are the man, sir."Am i the best? potentially,i count all my money exponentially,I'll have a billion eventually,can't stop smokin bud habitually,You say you're better than me, well you suck cocks,at the end of the game the pawn and king go into the same box,whatever, im done im sucking right now,dont know why dont know how,just remember, I get bread like matza,whats my name? it's Bodhisattva
 
Right now son..

"So I wish I could fuck Jenifa, if only there be like ten a herr.

sittin' on my comp lookin at her donk, bitches actin stupid but I shoot (skeet skeet) them in the butt like cupid!

Nothin' goin on so i head to a pronzz site to go fap fap, bitchez haitin on me cause they dont know that i be strap strappeddd.

(chorus)

Yo my n-wordz how yall doin!

(crowd) we want cho dick!

what!

(crowd) we want cho dick!

louda!

(crowd) we want cho dick!

one more time!

(crowd) we want cho dick!

yea, yea, yea yea yea. gettin road dome on the way to the slopez, my bitch be blowin me, I'm bout to bust I say baby look right up at meee. she gettin angry cause i give her all these stds.

ski all day

fuck all night

i live the life of a hoodrat whos scared of ice.

(chorus)

Yo my n-wordz how yall doin!

(crowd) we want cho dick!

what!

(crowd) we want cho dick!

louda!

(crowd) we want cho dick!

one more time!

(crowd) we want cho dick!

One more rhyme to finish it off, I spit on this track like I'm wackin off. applejuice to my left, arabian to my right, tom wallisch is on his knees and somewhere outta sight, cause i be high as a motha fucka smokin all deeez treees, bitchez be linin up 'round the corner on their handz and knees.

BOOOOOM!

I straight up made that up on the spot hahaaha
 
dude i can't even freestyle right now, i need a dope beat to like think to. ima post one on here/static/images/flash_video_placeholder.png
 
I'll add two beats:

Those are the two beats my friends and I always freestyle over. We've had some really sick ones. I wanna see what NS can do. And it'd be sick if you could upload a video or mp3 of some sort, because typing it doesn't show a whole lot. This shit can't be pre-med. No pad, no pencil.

 
repost to death but,
i dont know if all boyscouts are gaythey could probly tie the knot in like 50 idfferent wayi got a safe full of cherrys cause i pop it and lock ita girl is like a fridge every week you should stock itnow if your into rimmin its only safe if your swimminand girl dont sit on my couch i treat my objects like women i spit fire like i just blew a demonmy shits so hot ill leave your toilet bowl steamin....
-bo burnham
 
if u dont know about fistacuffs by now, somethin's wrong with you, hes got the illest joint out right now.
Turn my headphones up, what?
I am serious nigga I can't hear outta this ear.
Yeah, hold on nigga I can't hear outta my left ear,
turn them shits up.
This one nigga it's my left.
You ready to see how we drop it in the streets?
I said drop the beat not drumroll.
Now let the beat build like that, Uh, uh...
What happened? Turn my head phones up...
 
Now this is the story all about how

my life got flipped, turned upside down

and Id like to take a minute just sit right there

Ill tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

In West Philadelphia born and raised

on the playground where I spent most of my days

chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool

and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school

when a couple of guys said "were up in no good"

started making trouble in my neighbourhood

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared

and said "youre moving with your aunte and uncle in Bel-Air"

I begged and pleaded with her the other day

but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way

she gave me a kissin and she gave me my ticket

I put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick it

First class, yo this is bad,

drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass

is this what the people of Bel-Air livin like,

hmm this might be alright!

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the

licensplate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror

if anything I could say that this cab was rare

but I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight

and I yelled to the cabby "Yo, home smell you later"

looked at my kingdom I was finally there

to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
just finished a final. woooot.

haters gonna hate and debate, y'all should appreciate

music is just music, fuck crack rocks and spray paint

all y'all wack cats better vacate the premises

call me resident evil because I'll be your worst nemesis

my music be 180 proof, everclear, flowing smooth

fuck you up like jungle juice, every line displays the truth

play with you and maiming your rhymes in due time

I'll stretch your mind and strap you down to tap your spine

and go straight to the brain, and cut your mic cord

cut your life short, metaphorically on my court

I spit triple doubles chewing double bubbles, double trouble

popping in ya face, my traces deface and make you humble

I never stumble, I can't hear you mumbling

crumbling, jumbling ya words till ya fumble

man, just get outta here, you're fuckin up the atmosphere

I be blowing trees, while you blowing on your knees here
 
StartFragmentIn the summer months when the green turns to brownAs I drown from the rain soaked mound that I call my townAs the rain pounds in the summer months I get depressed anddownWith anguish and an everlasting frown I ask myselfWhat measure can I take to get my winter back?What cloud do I have to attack?To get that better season on trackCredit will be given where credit is dueA nice short drive will get you in that bucket of blueForget your shoes, bare feet is your treat as you trek thisabyssal isleYou’re in denial, at this moment your forgetting thisseason’s on trialDistracted by the melodically crashing waves with theintense summer heatAn exhausted daze has gotten you beatDon’t forget the fleet of thick August hazeClouding your vision of the end to this summertime mazeBut when the first flakes hit the ground in the fallNew sports call to your attention, a new arena for funThe field you run turns to a slippery slopeClimbing up the ice with a knotted ropeOccasionally getting lost in the woods like the Forlorn HopeThe cold may get old, just bundle in a jacketIf your grandma can hack it then you have no excuseJust go and attack itIgnore the abuse of the winter weather and take it inWatch those white piles fade with a grinIt’s almost time for next winter to begin EndFragment
 
Why's everyone just posting other peoples lyrics? I mean the songs are dope and all but this is a freestyle thread and it's hard to tell what people are copying and pasting and actually rhyming. If you're freestyling good shit, keep it going
 
I’m battling hard, tryna to find inner glory,Get high, go to fantastica, like never ending story,Mom, let me play COD, I swear its not too gory,E for Everyone is just way too boring.My lyrics hit you in the chest, just like a machine gun,Let me hit girl, Ill put my hot dog in your bun.Why are you leaving? My speech is not done,I kill so many beats, they call me AtILLa the hun.im gay? Im straighter than hair that’s just been combedThe skiing hill is my home away from home,I’m like a buffalo, all I do is roam,I don’t write rhymes, they come straight off my dome,I’m a lyrical magician, rhyming’s statician,I’ll have a mill before im 21, I’ve got ambitionI’m white, does that break rap’s tradition?It doesn’t matter, When it comes to rhyme im a logician,I guess im almost finished, ima go fuck some bitches,Remember, im like harry potter when I catch snitches,Peace out, gotta go count my riches
 
heres a little rhyme off the top of my head:

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine

Salt n' peppa and heavy D up in the limousine

and then i go into about how my life has greatly progressed in the past few years. Maybe I'll throw in a line about Marly Marl.

Also formulating a little diddy about how my cash rules everything around me.
 
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