Freestyle ove “the blast” by Hi-Tek

42nd & Killian

a sole 42nd street soul
where the curbs grow fangs and devour you whole
life flat line flatter than the brim of a fitted hat
that fear go
but its coming back
theres a price tag on freedom
you couldn’t buy that motha fucka with 100 stacks
this beat is a soljourn to where my mind is at
gave the pall bearer the urn
but he brought it back
the whip rolls likes thunder
pussy in there
call me lionel
black pantro
aint nothing what it seem like I’m hansel
but there aint no candy
well its sweet like candy
but it take a pipe
you’ll need a light
the darkest fiends come when you shinning bright
that syringe needle puncture like a cobra bite
kinda like my lyrics when I check mic
check like chucky finister checks his closet
because there might be some ahh real monsters
ickus and fungus don’t call him puzzdroole
used to rap to the song when I skipped school
skipped being cool
because I am chosen
I am the absence of heat
I am frozen
in a black mans body
viliafied for being civilized
they cant even look a brother in his fuckin eyes
I climb while cry
this just my 2 cents, I need change you feel me? 

Freestyle over “Ghetto Symphony” by A$ap Rocky 

she said I’m going to hard
Ma I hardly started
get meidevel on her ass
my richard lion hearted
signed yours truly
leave pussy dearly departed
there was a line after that but my brain farted
eyes closed with my head phones on
I see long I see strong
vision sharp
connect the dots
my perception
is what your perceptions not
you a second notch
I’m the entire clock
my rhymes freeze time
I’m just pressing pause
you just pressing broads
and spending ends
when does it end
you dont know who your friends be
who to pretend to be
you your own worst enemy
don’t go facebook friending me
man fuck facebook
and tell twitter eat a dick
naw two dicks
like a pack of twix
you call em bricks
I call em building blocks
that drought come when the building stop
its like trying to squeeze water from a fucking rock
thats when the goons come
same old summer
2013 blade runner
this all a bunch of games and broken fairy tales
happily ever after 
my ass
bunch of bowlegged snakes in some high grass
foolish nigga 
go ahead with high ass

life a reflection
shit is symetrical 
that man in the mirror
ball like a testicle
my shits sophisticated
beats get a evicirated
its easy just hand me a mic
when my thoughts emancipated
proclamated on how I’m going to change the game
won’t stop until the dictionary knows name
or the thesauras too
I’m like a thesauras dude
well I’m a monster
so I’m a thesaurasauras dude
cooler than momma bears porridge dude
hear the beat my mind get quiet
like an interlude then I spit
like I just ate some prison food
I know who I be nigga so who are you
it sound like lies
when we speak the truth
our development arrested man
we some bluths I might be michael
but yall some busters dude
I’m far out
like a homer hit by bonds or ruth

off the top freestyle over “Love Sosa” by Chief Keef

“fuck hip-hop”

you get it but I got it nigga
my vision microscopinc nigga
I get high then I get low
feeling like a big guy
with that fee fii foo foo
it say bang bang
like a giant go
sike naw
I don’t need no gun
I got something quicker than bullets
I got mind
and with it I stand tall 
like street sign
hip hop
is like be kind
rewind 
its likes
this script
these lines
yall money 
make yall soft like tea time
the only time yall put holes in one
is tee time
so shut the fuck up
nut the fuck up
and be a role model
gangsta rap 
is the old model
quit talking bout
how you roll models
and push throttle
while you waking up in buggattis
you gave that money right back
man you lose probably
the same out come
suck in the middle like malcom
then have the nerve to ask how come
uhh uhhh how come uhh uhhh why come
man shut the fuck up

Frestyle over “Swimming Pools” by Kendrick Lamar

“1984”

holding on to life 
like lumburgh holds on to that coffee mug
I’m about to do his beat like they did copier
my thoughts organized 
like crime by the mafia
my flow is going down
down like an aqueduct
I’m deep
bottomless like donald duck
but still higher than launch pad
I’m mad
like uncle scrooge
when you owe him bucks
doing that zombie walk
I think I need a crutch
I kinda light weight
I don’t drink that much
black man in america
I don’t want to push my luck
lost in a book
lost in another world
its like a former life
it’s like these words my girl
and my nose all up in her clam
like shes hiding pearls
when I’m rapping I surprise myself
thoughts colorful like rocko’s shirt on modern life
I got the same glasses as that turtle that don’t be acting right
drinking a 40 on the bench 
watching sheeple sheep
looked down and seen the white wool
its so hard to breath
I tried to leave
that’s when that sheppard come
that’s when the handcuffs come
1984 was 2001

off the top freestyle over “Dreams and Nightmares” by Meek Mill

“elm street”

leaping  not looking
fuck death and the parachute
bullets sing
2 gun salute
1 2 skadoo
hit the haters
with the okie doke
day turn the night
the hood turn to kosovo
den of theives
better bring your dagger and 
don;t forget your cloak
they say the more paper
the more rude you get
shit I’m bout to be carter puterschmidt
I break earth
I break words
used to break buds
now im trying to change the game
like a power glove
entered all the codes pressed all the buttons
and its not enough
heart blacker than a million marchin men
I was a martian
blunts stayed rolled up like parchment
watching martin
lost like kids on cartons
fighting the demons with every penstroke
I wasn’t always poor 
but I been broke
but pride hard to swallow
like I got a sore throat
I won’t lie
and I won’t gloat
my pen the sword
and I came to conquer
wont stop till all I be is green
like blanka 

all I see is death
clouds falling
birds dropping out the sky
then I look in the mirror
and see I aint got no eyes
death is life and life’s a lie
chains change to chains
and freedom dies
all I smell is burning
all I hear the sounds of my mother’s cries
a white hand flip a switch
and all my brothers die
I want to stand and fight
but I can even try
and helpless there I lie

off the top freestyle over “Guerilla Monsoon” by Twalib Kweli

this beat is hopping out the trees
like 1970 vietnemese
in army fatigues
lyrically I’l make these niggas bleed what I bleed
lyrically I’ll make these niggas see what I see
I be what I believe a real man should be
honing my craft I am word smith
I drop ish like bird shit
I spit 
I need bibs
to many bars
like cribs
I aint a baby though
been a man since 12
and I remain grown
this beat the moon
I’m just getting my howl on
had my nose to the grindstone for how long
if this was dbz
this just my first form
about my cheddar
like im a first born
in my mind
clear skies is the worst storm
every beat get ripped torn
beats i murder 
like children of the corn
or enemies sworn
niggas pull shots for money
like the end of a porn
but my mind higher
I am an outlier
but ill still call niggas out
like umpire
im vampire man I love the night
every single one I give the mic a bite
but it’s aight

Off the top freestyle 

“empire”

when I hear the beat
my mind stretch mr fantastic dhalasim
fucked my leg
so I walk with little lean
I got a big head
so you know I got bigger dreams
trying to build an empire
like the byzantine
act right
you get it for half price
this is the fast life
aint no switching lanes
but it’s kind of pretty 
when they crash right?
the love to watch us die right?
aint no one catching in that rye right?
thats like why fly right
I dream of genies
while dick a blonde dyke
I love lucy
no matter if she act right
people
first they love you 
then they back bite
thundercat
just get my ho on
I know half the battle
just getting my gijoe on
getting my flow on
with my robe on
im so strong
money short
but my mind long
and my words make braincells
shake like some pom poms
that shit some magic
like duan juan
I was an ugly duckling
this is my swan song
nose in my note book
breaking words at dawn
knowing all along
this poetry shall remain 
when I’m dead and gone
they think I’m quiet
but im just moving my pawns
I check microphone checkers
then check professors at they lecture
like um no, that stictly conjecture
always see the big picture everything a projector
words is weapons and im the protector
im not religious 
but with microphones i bless ya
like you just sneezed
with the beat on I exist man I just be
me

off the top freestyle over some Tyga Beat I think

“some dumb freestyle”

when I hear the beat
my mind cross
like a jesus peice
then iit uncross like sharon stone
in basic instinct
if I keep going beats goin be extinct
I got more bars than precinct 
I wither poon
fuck what reese think
me and words
midas riches
casanova bitches
long story short
im vicious
meticulous
terriffic
exquiste
damn I’m my own worst critic
I live it im livid
you thought it I did it
see in the dark 
im riddick
but I thrive in the light
on point like the edge of knife
I’m fly 
like aladdin over agraba
see more than black and white
this aint common law
that show you prolly never saw
im colder than slaw
eyes open
like I done spotted up
son just pass me the ball
im so raw
uncooked
salmenela
get dumb
dumber than hellen keller
or a vampire when he spot bella
you good im gooder
you sug
im sugar
still miss that sticky green
we called em boogers

off the top freestyle over “Everything I am” by Kanye

“off my chest”

they pysco
they trifflin
mitt romney
magneto
m.bison
problems is problems
no matter how you slice them
and aint no kobiashi gonna dice
life is about more than c notes man
its cbm
still colder than encino man
and naw never seein the inside of chino man
to many plans
and the all master
disaster moving past ya
like a pastor to the pasture
during the rapture
trying his best to catch the
deeper meaning
hold me while im leaning
studying books like a crime scene and
climbing sumewhere to the top
if it aint the stars
I aint gonna stop
you can see mars in these bars
feel the rovers tread marks
I stay losing my head like I’m ned stark
I feel smaller than quarks
but even a quark can make they mark
making my moves is like driving in park
thats why I drive my mind to impart
poetry, and knowing me the writings bleak
flow aint flow without a certain boyiantcy 
I float on beats and sting like bees
like sugar ray 
but fuck what sugar say
I wrote a book today
I wrote a book to say
fuck the world
in a certain way
fuck the world 
people burning at the stake
screaming how they got points to make
things to draw
I’m in awe
bullshit its pale brown
like nesquick
people drink it up nesquick
its just sick

off the top freestyle over “Music For Life” by Hi-Tek

“vape”

reading get my right
in the dark 
under the blanket with flash light
looking back
I’ve had a beautiful life
but I probably dont remember right
imagination is a hell of a drug
I never trip
even if you pullin the rug
I don’t fall
I fly into love
think about it 
thats why there’s two turtle doves
1 partridge in pear tree
luminosity always escapes the viscocity
of mediocrity so word to life
there aint no stoppin me
this poppy seed
is growin to olive tree
you can pick fruit and eat
knowledge I got a collage
and I don’t give no glory god
I don’t know that nigga from bob
burgers
my minds on point
like a mouse cursor
if you bad im worster 
fresher than a can of febreeze
looking for something that will make me believe
I’ll be gone like the vapors 
pulling capers
from here to cape
just give me my vape and saber
and my side kicks mr and mrs hater
chill just get green gator
later