Start a rhmye offf, here we gooo, first line....

feelin it aight....

....I feel this **** trickle down my back....sending shockwaves through my nerves....gonna give me a heart attack....tingling my senses from your written words....im gonna have to choke up on the thickness of your message....cramming new thoughts traveled down from present passage....poetic surprisments like a mental trap....forcing me to studder and freeze sending me for a spinal tap....and as i soak it in like alcohal...my blood curddles and my mind turns null....you my friend....are all....to the end
 
thanks cycium, if that was intended for me. :) I never thought anybody would like my freestylin/poetry.
 
noone's posting/I feel like I 'm hosting/ this beautiful site/so my rhymes are shite?/ I'm 60 kilos of agression/trying to lift depression/ but it ain't working / like Bill Gates when he's jerkin / off .cuz his bitch farts and coughs/ people claiming they spin house/ when they're 20 yr old /boy scouts/ blond hair / lightstick / they can't mix /so I'M sick? /keep on going / maybe my words arent flowing/ but at least I try/ sitting behind my pc /like a pathetic spy/ my life's a long cry/ can't wait to die / and kick god in the balls/ then heaven falls / earth destroyed/ the internet spoiled/ futureproducers fallen apart/ ready for a new start/ with a different name/ something lame/ like onlinedj/ didn't like it, but hey/ Mano keeps thinking/ his cat is schrinking/ tried to live without food/ hangin out in the hood/ try to kick the dog's but/ came back covered with blood
it's time to shut up

:D
 
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what's the difference with me/ and yer cup a tea/ both being hot/ only me being shot/ not by a gun/ but just for fun/ by a hair dryer/ dropped the wire/ right into the water/ what made me even hotter/ girls fighting/ maybe there' s no height in/ my lyrics/ but I ask you/ what would you do/ being alone/ no phone/ no porn/ lonely like I was born/ eighty years ago/ feeling old/ getting sold/ by my own mother/ cuz that's what she said/ 'I ma sell you kid'/ I thought it was ****/ then she did/ started drinking / stopped thinking/ bout life/ got a knife/ causing pain and strife/ killin teachers/ teaching killers/ how it needs to be done/ cuz now I won/ like I scored/ a heroine whore/ cheap, I know/ still I gave her a go/ then got HIV/ now waiting for aids/ receiving low rates/ in hospital/ dying on a tv screen/ it' s ER / is it real?
 
2 min flow

gonna hav' to keep up with the rest of you lot!!!



keep my flows tight like a virgins hymen/i see the hills but i'm still climbing/no time to play/like my man guru/ya styles transparent/i see right thru you/but mines complex like binary code/so play like jack and hit the road/i keep it on point 4 the brothers chillin/when i play the show i need top bill'in/the bookin man betta have ma fee/or else/up in here gonna get ugly/brothers got ma back and we're infinate deep/don't make have to knock ya door/on the midnight creep/i'm a master at work/i can't get no sleep/my styles forture 500/and yours is market cheap!!!!
 
just vibin'

aren't people feelin this tread anymore??...gonna kick all on my own then.

fools try to test my style/and aren't ready/i'll cut ya *** up like ma main man freddy/ya on shaky ground so nigga hold steady/ain't the one to play and ma tempers short/countdowns started/too late to abort/this is my table and i don't like what ya brought/so step back son while justice is served/send me to redneck country/and i'll still un-nerved/rhrymes off the wall/and swtich like micheal jackson/i'm a full number/and you are just a fraction/for every action i take/theres a more dope reaction/headaches start to form/cause ma styles too tax'in/ill'er than most/chiller than most/keep ma styles crisp like burned out toast/spend all of ma time looking for emcee's to roast/not fussy tho'/so ya could be east or west coast/or north or south/so let me run my mouth with words that forms sentences you read twice to get/wake up in the night/break out in a cold sweat/say to yaself/thats what he mean't when he said he's ill like that/rhryme ova ruff beats/so the whole pakage is phat/bring ya styles so we can battle to death/this ain't tv/so there is no ref/break ya *** down till theres nothing left/cook up dope beats so call me chef/but this ain't south park/it's my backyard/walk the streets cold without a bodyguard/method to the madness but it go's deeper than that/split second timing/short space to react/no room for a mistake or it's ya life i take/have ya moms crying/as she sits at ya wake/i'm a full cereal and you're just a flake/or corn/ya styles boring and ya making me yawn/dunk on ya *** like ma main man shawn/carter/check this out for a starter.
 
the true lyricist is back.....

Yo, I wasted two whole years
thinking about you
wanting to be with you
wanting to sleep with you
wanting to do everything with you
i was obssesed
pressed
i couldn't get rest
my mind was in an eternal test
I actually thought i could have a chance
But you wouldn't even talk to me
let alone dance
I wrote your name on all my books
Wrote them on the wall
wrote them in stalls,
halls and anything in sight
you were my light
the only reason i bothered fighting
a fight called life
I wanted you to be my wife
But you hated me
didn't even care
wouldn't share your love
you just flew away like a dove
and left me in permanent sadness
and said if that wasn't enough
you start ignoring me
not answering the phone
leaving me to stand alone in the rain
leaving me in pain
getting me wanting to cut my veins
and flushing them in the drain
you drove me insane
you thought love was a game
and you are to blame
for the nights you kept me dreaming about you
thinking one day under the blue moon
i would be with you by the shore
near the ocean floor
by the hotel door
but no your just a whore
burning my heart like it's a smore
so i'm gonna leave that door
and find somebody new
i don't even care about you
and if you ever want me back
then i feel sorry for you
cuz you lost your chance
and in life chances don't come in two's!
 
Neema is that coming from some experience in the past or what..some of that sounded like it was from the heart.

annnyway...round two

it's two in morning on the dial, the sound of ya voice makes me smile/it's cold outside but hot in 'ere/ya make soft sounds when i bite ya ear/i move in close/so ya feel ma touch/luther on the set/playing "never too much"/rub the natty/get it moist/on top or below/it's your choice/press the tittles/get them nice & hard/i ain't no punk.ya get the full nine yard/bend over girl and touch ya toes/release the monster/in it go's/bang the beef/mek ya scream out loud/like rakim said/i like to "move the crowd"/it ain't ove yet/let me flip ya ova/bang on the back door/like ma name is Jehovah/ya not having that/ya say it's not your style/but i smile to myself and wait a while/legs on the shoulders/let me admire that view/it's good for me and it's good for you/get on top so i can rest/let my dj hands start to mix that chest/the mix is tight and so are you/i wanna shoot ma sh.t now cause i know it's thick like glue/but i'm not letting down my guard in front of you/and the way i ain't a 2min brother...........so get the f..k out the bed and go get ya mother!!!!
hahahaha
it's late and my mind is going certain places (thats my excuse anyway)
peace.:eek:
 
I'm right here. Yeah that was a true experience. And i meant every word of it. I just talk about my life experiences cuz that's all i know, my life, not a fantasy.

Here we go,

I have no friends
I make my own trends
all my friends are at least two years older
and if not that then there 20 years older
i like intellectual conversation
hangin with brothers my age is like constipation
they talk about shitt, like hallusinations
while i talk about politics and fake representation
because i have no patience
for ignorrance
it doesn't make sense
why kids are as dumb as bush, the prez
i wonder why he's in office
oh wait i know, his dad used to be a fed
the mans afraid of brothers in dreds
and has illegal documents, that he shred
and denies all alligations while his face turns red
no one will say it, so i'm gonna say it instead
theres already been shots out the white house
to make the prez dead
nobody wants him in the white house bed
people want him to bleed due to led
but enough is enough
time for the world to stop to bluff
and come together
to be one
we do share the same sun!
 
feelin dat

many friends and many enemies/smile in ya face but like to see you on your knees/get a screw-face when ya make a little cheese/say ya sh.ts wack when ya get chased by record companies/but it don't matter/because ya keep ya beats fatter/ya got personal silpmats upon the TT platter/ya bigger than that/you stay away from the chit-chatter/but when you see old friends turn/it makes you're heart sadder/but check it/lifes got choices and these are for taking/stay on the right road/and away from the faking/they want free entry/but can't understand it's money that ya making/so what ya saying son/we can't kick it just for fun/talk about old days when we was close as one/any major problems would be easy to overcome/but come 2001 it seems those days are done/but who's to blame/i stop myself from calling out ya name/i see other people and they tell me it's a shame/but it's all the mix when ya play the music game/time moves on and things are just not the same.
 
Like flareward said
time moves on and things aren't the same
things change in a fast pace
so fast that when you blink your eyes they erase
i'm on a internal chase
to find someone that i can relate
i have worse luck wit girls
they come as rare oysters with pearls
i met this one, she was my world
left me bitter, wanting to hurl
but instead i just ran like a squirll
so nobody can catch me to see me cry
nobody can understand me, i wonder why
but instead of askin for help, i just sit and sigh
but it's time to move on
before life goes by
I tell girls about there beutiful eyes
tellin poetry till they want to cry
from happiness in the inside
i think i'm perfect for all women
but some are to shallow, they never start swimmen
they want football stars who keep winnin
not the romanitc type but the horny and pervertim
they don't show love to the ones who deserve it.
 
here we goooo with some more ill ****......

im gonna rock upon this mike
and set this bitch right
no need of rus hip hoppers to fight
remain as one whil eour rhymes remian tight
when i get our first stanze up in my sight
i know all our futures is bright
hiphop is growing ahead of the lot
house and trance be getting down liek yo wassup?
be we all know behind these hiphop sets
and our spanking new techs, lies the urge to rock upon the decks
and it aint about the sex, or the drugs and the thugs,
were pullin rhymes over your head like a rug,
ya just cant keep up with the hiop flows,
and our pumping live shows,
hitting your brain like a double overdose,
our rhymes leave you sitting up in smoke,
these raps will get up and straight hit em,
pumping through their bodies like an intervenous system
all these house and trance faggots, we straight did em
with our man cycium,
hitting it up like a samaria sword, hotter then fired, flameward,
and our rhymes come together,
lighter then a feather, its neema,
hes quicker then a 4 liter beemer

i think our rhymes have put you to be, freestyle of the top of our head, enough said, peace......
 
loving it.

Homegrown, that was all good, it seems the skills are def homegrown.

hoooooold up...wait a minute/let me grab the microphone and put my foot all in it/been bussing fresh rhymes for about a hot minute/any title out there pass to me/cause i'll win it/i put it down with the speed of thought it enters my brain/for those who can't read let me spell my name/ F for fantasic when i grab the mike/L is ledgendary/just ask dirtymike/A is for amazing when i say my grace/R is for rapid as i smash ya in ya face/ E is for entertainment so watch me do my thing/W is for working the crowd as the TT's spin/A is for action cause it's what i do/R is for respect that i bring to you/D is for deadly so please don't test/wait a minute people/let me catch my breath



thanks for that/but now i'm back again/feelin good like when i clocked Tekken/supposed to be at work/but instead i'm writing flows/but i don't give a fuk/and thats how it go's/boss is on my back/saying the reports are late/but it seems we can't connect and we can't relate/i'm getting older now so i'll leave it up to fate/so what ya saying/can you flow say this/it's the sureshot/make sure ya don't miss/and i'm out ..........
 
that was the illest rhyme i ever see!!!!1 (scary movie)

hey props toy ou, props to me,
props to every muthaphukin mc,
who knows where they wanna be,
and what they wanna see,
dont get phuked up and run head on into a tree,
driven a one hundred thousand dollar car,
and wrap it around a bar,
we dont need that any more,
spread your wings and soar,
get up and walk right out that door,
stop yourself ending up poor,
and use your rhyming abilities wise like,
or just sit up here let the rhymes roll and type,
them off like a muthaphucking dike,
hammerin away at a 3 wheeled trike,
running away, from the hatred of today,
i hate it that way,
no need to dismay the eyes of yesterday,
props to the old people who taught us,
if we ever get out of line i know they will sort us,
out,
while our fight becomes a bout,
deep in the last innning,
im a keep the track spinning,
you make think your winning,
but im a runnin a widit,
taken your trohpy,
and singing sweeter the miss ellis bexter, sophie,
the lovley chick,
sitting on spillers dick,
in that clip groovejet,
and now that i am set,
i am going to rock up on the deck,

peace :D:D

we are ill flareward :p
 
no doubt

thats right kid..all the way baby.

too many peeps talking 'bout keep it real/too many talking about the caps they peel/too many flowing without no cause/too many talking bout ow they broke gun laws/too many talking bout they got nuff ice/too may fronting like they think they're nice/too many selling out trying to get a record deal/i ain't vexed/this is how i feel/too many talking bout they killed when they ain't/too may worried about the image they paint/too many people trying to play it hard/too many talking bout ow they're close to god/too many talking and making no sense....

quick flows
 
word to flareward

If I touch this thread rhyme heads I won't loose
Maintain my baring while your stair'n I don't bruise
This G’s on point with the flow and will defeat.
Rap’s not my thang Dirty Michael make the beat
But word to flareward, he set off so let’s mash out
You can stick with the art or cross over, that's the cash rout
The fast rout, don’t be fake, don’t plan it
Stick with the art and blow up the whole planet
If Dirty Mike gets 30 mics in the Source then I made it.
I’ll still be humble like Mos Def plus maintain it.

Dirty Mike….
 
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good sh.t

props..

make the beat son/so i can flow with words/hit ya in ya head/make ya vison blurred/i'm off the hook and my styles absurd/always keep it real and thats my word/don't kill for fun/only kill to eat/niggas like me never taste defeat/if ya don't like it ruff/don't bring the heat/this is my kitchen so wipe ya feet/are ya liking this/well theres more come/run off solar power/so my sh.t can't dun/hold the microphone with forefinger and thumb/flare kicks the flows/dirty mike bangs the drum/if y'all produca's/then produce my sh.t/mix it up tight/make a banging hit/homegrowns dope and his styles legit/neemas ruff so he definately come wid it/FP crew and we take no shorts/check out the lyrical style that i brought/i'm 10ft and you are midget short/ya can't tie up ya laces/while i excel at this sport.....WHAT!!!!!


peace, i'm out...trmw!!!
 
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