Got talent? Spit your rhymes! NS Freestyle Thread!

haha... i made this a while ago with a member of my ski team.

it was made in a collective total of 25 minutes, so dont judge.

i put the beat together, Ben raps to it


Freestyle by mattsmith24
 
some people call me a piece of sliced whited bread but when you give me head you gonna wish you dead
eyes are ears are better, but when i stick it in your ass gonna im a call you old yeller
some people call me cunt destroyer and when i'm through with you you gonna wanna lawyer
singed werewolf jesus
 
inb4 the inb4

the plagiarism

and the rap war

no need for a score

i just spin rhymes

til i aint got no more.

call up my mom

in the living room

say mom spare some change

to buy me some shrooms?

she said baby dont you know

its as bad as crack

but as long as youre done

before i get back

dont want to walk

into the living room

my boy 6 in and high on shrooms.

his girl moanin

cause she high on crack

might cry a bit

cuz that would be whack.

a drug trip

like a bong hit

i had this dream

and i couldnt quit.

got into by blood

and it did stick

not like a needle

but my all-mighty dick.

not tryin to offend

but my mind on a bend

all high of lack of sleep

and the money i spend.

headed weird directions

goin off the deep end.

this rhyme is more random

than kennedy on meth

the fastest random speaker

before his 100 yard death.

but my words are related

not random verse

its got great flow

but sometimes terse

sometimes in my head 24/7

going to the dark

tryin to find my heaven.

i just let it flow

the lines

i let my mind go

and let the good times roll
 
I like to smoke the white rocks

then get naked except for my socks

lets take some shots then Ill lock you up with bike locks

 
I never considered myself a baby eater or a pimp or a rider or any money stealer

but one day my friend showed me how it was done

I swear i couldnt eat only one

Babies were the best choppi op di vuur (pronounced viir, for afrikaans okes)

and went down really well with a rainier beer

baby after baby it was gettin too hectic

I tried real hard but i just couldnt stop, shit

One day my mom walked in and saw the sight

a baby cooking over a kerosene light

I got straight kicked out what to do

i gots to find me a baby or two
 
No one can stop me,

I smoke all that pot B,

My bitches call me papi,

and I'm yellin' Yahtzee.

I'm wearing First Drop G,

Drinkin' my dick gets floppy,

And my skis are so poppy.

Wake up, hit the slopes,

Hit the powder and I'm takin' tokes,

When I ski I can't help but make jokes,

Watchin' all these gapers duckin' ropes.

Come up, 270 on, pretzel, 270 off,

I said come up, 270 on, pretzel, 270 off.

On the way home doin' 90 in a sevvventy,

This smoke be given me crazy assss fuccckin dreaaams,

Bitches sittin' next to me takin' hits of ecstasy,

While my other bitch is two towns away and sextin' me.

Get home, clean the skis,

Take a shower got some shrinkage and mah nuts look just like green peas,

Bitch I'm like Chewbaka so you should check fo' fleas,

My bitch is ready, mouth open and she's on herr knees.

It's almost time for me to pack my bag and call it night,

But skiing on my mind this bitch is hella tight,

Gotta finish now I'm bout to bust a nut,

Bitches from East to West, ice to pow, ooh she's a slut.

3 mins got me this.

 
got talent?

spit your rhymes!

so said the headlines

as i browsed through nsg

just tryin to kill time

should go to bed

but im too hood for school

been wearin tall tees

cuz im too cool.

people on ns call me a tool

cuz i hate all the time

and i post like a fool.

but i dont care.

throw my hands in the air

say mommy why they hatin?

how could they dare?

my memes are golden

and g, my straight airs.

i got the mad style

cuz i havent cared for a while

what others think

i just sit back and smile

this rap has split personality

worse than bipolar

one the red star

the other new world order.

like lennon v biggie

i sometimes go out of rhyme

a break in the lines

like a battle plan

but only worth dimes.

i hit out to the beat

in my head

the voice goes eternal

til im dead.

6 feet under

all covered in red.

a soviet hero

now the politburos dead

am i fucked in the head?

the fact im talking to myself

that fact led.

my feet like lead

stuck to the floor

and the buzzin in my head

am i goin crazy?

or does sleep make hazy

my thoughts and my brain?

or am i just lazy?

is it all a dream?

what did it seem?

too good to be true?

like biggie and his crew?

who died too soon

all the hood miss you?

i question everything

til theres not a single ching

all my dollahs done spent

just sit here and sing.

but since i aint got the voice

i guess ill just rap.

this freestyle

on my keyboard taps.

no time for takin naps.

gotta end this flow

for the real sleep game

all night long

til the morning came.

til sleep takes me

my mind to claim.

my tired eyes and the darkness

become one and the same.

so was there a moral

in all of that?

is it like pixar's

food plus a rat?

just follow your dreams

to rivers from streams.

peace is the word

the world of your dreams.

is it like it seems?

a simple solution

should we all smoke green?

naw its simple respect

it aint no real chore

love your fellow man

and what the wise man said before:

"if everyone skied,

there would be no war."
 
just like a contorted aborted fetus, in mommies arms or face down in a bowl of lucky charms nobody gives a damn about jesus he gave you life and weed which is all the kiddies ever talk about or need, this thread is is shit, and the op is a noobed out wanna be g'd out fuck still suckin his mammas tit.

Yeah there's one more bunch of horseshit for this thread. Seriously these threads are dildos. Same as it ever eas
 
ns legitimacy

never thought id find it

on nsg

but here you see

my verse in the sig

of aimiee

i can quote wm

and do a cork ten

im so tired tonight

how do i win?

but the inspiration

is getting kinda thin

and on my chest

now rests my chin

but on my face

is a grin

i cant stop

oh fuck

but it kind of rocks

i should get off

before the e-police knock

and i start hallucinating "tik tok"
 
im writin the chronicles of tokin chronic bowls,

in seattle i got tails chasin me like soncis gold,

when i battle ill rattle ya brains till u need an anecdote,

rhymes that jump over ya head like a jackelope,

ill leave u in the back pacin with a mad face,

angry cuz im on some new shit like the iphone app craze,

and u just stuck in circles on the same shit like a fan blade,

ur rhymes are unrecognized like weed to a crack baby,

these times will find u lookin like a wack shady,

im gettin up on higher electrifying raps thru telephone wires,

rectifying fires from the mic with my metaphor lines,

then ill fuckin drop the dime,

must of lost a couple pennies from the way the copper shine,

after im done u'll be lookin for a clock to stop 'n freeze time,

ill have u feelin unlucky like a black feline,

ur shit just dont work like smokin crack with bee-line

i still havent even started brain stormin,

in my head theres clouds of rain formin,

makin everyone elses flow look ironic like a gay mormon,

so throw ya dubs in the sky homie lift em up,

always rep the west side and keep a swisher stuffed,

and i never speak about the weak cuz homie im livin tough

im gettin better so dont ever say i dont spit enough
 
why should i change? to appease all the disrespecting haters?you know what, i call them faders,not playmakers, but foreplay fakers, vapids I vanquish more viscous than vader,they be bringing nothing to the table, no insight or foresight, a hypocritical fable,while they fade back into black, i'm set on bringing real justice backand it's known that my word is my pact
never been a slacker so i haven't read their book, lay down some logic they give a blank look,get high on this, life is finite not infinite, get off your podium, this is the real shitlet this message's presence possess your mind, common sense isn't too common in this kinda timei'll leave the bud aside, thats for another day, what i'm saying to you now that its time to change
 
give me a double shot of bourbon, microphone, and some purposeand ill make every single person in this old place nervousits disturbing, bringing this shit back to the rootsi got my richter scale up in your sphincter shaking in ya fuckin boots
 
Not really a rap as much more as a poem, but i made it up in front of my entire class. We had to write a poem and i dint do mine so i had to think fast. When i got home i perfected it, here you go:

Skate-Boarding is Not a

Crime.

When I go out for a skate,

I feel like some sort of PoPo-Bait.

But wait; that’s not fair!

I just push along here and there.



Carving through the streets I’m

hardly a distraction,

But obviously I’m wrong according

to the fuzz’s reaction.

While the public falsely

continues their accusations,

I’ll remain to spread skating

throughout the populations.



Now it is true that our feet our

not the only thing that smell.

But what can you expect?

When we skate after the ring of the bell.

Think of the president you next

elect,

Are you sure his shoes won’t have

the same repulsive affect?



But don’t you think it’s sweet?

Skate-boarding’s only pollution is our

feet.

Unlike your expensive cars that

leave a poison in their wake.

Killing the Ozone is the only

feat you make.

Well I have a solution and it’s

easier than cake.

I say we put an end to this

ongoing pollution.



But How?

Well I will tell you just now.

Skateboard to your daily

commutes,

Instead of driving a truck who

kills when it toots.

 
I used to rep the 206 too my dude

we be brothers from another mother, yep we screwed

so I'm something like your father, luke, was ya mom a prostitute?

hell no, she did it all for free, gave her talking to

popping in my headphones, dropping all the autotune

July to June, rapping year round filling up the room

when you open up for me I'll smile and let you kill the mood

then I take the mic away and blow em all out to the moon

get the hands as high as I, blunted around town

like I'm trying to mimic the laws of gravity I hold it down

dropping the bombs, when I spit I split atoms

and supply the dope lines, the meaning you can't fathom

I'm 100,000 leagues up, you under the sea

so you with the other fishes that'll listen to me

don't be fucking with the knowledge, man I'll ace your test

stamp an F on ya forehead, man you know the rest

on this acapella shit, man fuck a beat

put me on repeat, I'm a get up in the drivers seat

going to the finish line, this is unnecessary

but I gotta finish with a rhyme that is legendary

 
aight now lemme tell u how it really will go,

ima come up in ur show and steal the whole floor,

dont matter whether im spittin it fast or slow,

gettin better every second i got the master flow,

crispy lines clean like the bottom of a paddle-boat,

askin what song i should do's like askin a fiend if they prefer crack or blow,

cuz it really just dont matter, im givin em what they askin fo

every one of ur fans will be hearin the vibe,

callin my rap notebook the miracle files,

when ur sittin in the back with ur headphones in,

ill have everyone in the place wearin a smile,

when i open for u it'll give ur career a headstone kid,

have u feelin pain like surgery when the meds dont hit,

cuz u watchin while im rockin the whole show on some fred flinstone shit.

and now ill take it back before the show to 8:18,

puffin on blunts till my breath sprays straight green,

one hit and ull be so high u need a doctorate analysis,

itll have ya bones so still ur gettin rocky-stiff paralysis,

so homie if u still really do wanna battle this,

hit me up in the studio.. not on the internet.

 
Nigga you think you can freestlye

i'll switch the style and watch the money pile

got you hater runnin laps like you on trial

Mile after mile like you joined the track team

After you get clapped please don't make a big scene

Me and my CREAM runnin my hood like a big scheme

Mac-10 about to scream scream, "click click" have a nice dream

Rhymes so sick, roll the weed and quick grab my bic

Light the wick and

 
homie u white and still say the n word,

thats why ur voice has never been heard.

ur rappin bout gats n cream when we all know ur no blacker than me,

lyrics are lyrics, i could give a fuck about crack for a fiend,

ur not from the hood and have no reputation,

my music is givin ur brain the good medication,

maybe gettin u outta the phase of bein a hood-lookin faker.

i got a mind so explosive when i open blowin dynamite,

music is my drug so we all gettin high tonight,

my rhymes are the sun so ull be gettin blinded sights,

put u on the stage n see if u can even find the mic,

words hit u so hard u couldnt even try to fight,

u aint a fuckin rapper, so ill end this with a fuck u. bye, goodnight.

 
when i rap i don't joke

i inhale hits and i outhale smoke

takin large tokes

of dope marijuana

my rooms all foggy like a hotel sauna

now do what you wanna move if you please

my lifes like iguana i'm runnin through the trees

yeah you must agree

my rhymes i decree

my vocab crazy like an english degree
 
Okay... i am trying to innovate the game, anyone can type words... but can you really spit em? I cant... but i tried. So heres the deal Why dont we actually post videos of us spitting?
/static/images/flash_video_placeholder.pngAs soon as the processing ends... INB4 the potential shit storm lol
 
call me blood clot,

Ill, raise a gang up and stop your flow,

but hey heres two ticket to my show,

but sit in the back row cuz we're all just in it for the dough

right?
 
so like adam and eve did with that goddamn apple,

I'll grab on both your earlobes and goddamn i'll pull

till they detach and remain,

in the palm of my hand,

then i'll savagely proceed to start kicking your brain.

 
I SPIT RHYMES LIKE A JURASSIC PARK LIZARD

FLOW SO WHITE YOU THINK YOU'RE CAUGHT IN A BLIZZARD

VERSE LIKE MAGIC, I'M BASICALLY A WIZARD

sup?
 
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