The Drop A Freestyle Thread

[DXavier23]

Listen to Buddens, track entitled Who Killed It
Realize we're disgracing the people who built it
I dont know exactly who to blame
Did it all start with 50's feud with Game
Or, when every rapper said they moved the cain
Or when rappers became republicans like the dude McCain
Lemme tell ya one thing, I hope it might occur to ya
But most of CDs are bought by white suburbia
Not saying theres anything wrong with that
Just sayin that if you dont sell, it doesnt mean your song is wack
Its like the game is caught up in an ironic twist
We need to see a therapist for this psychotic switch
It should be about quality, not dollars B
But rappers who sell out, I dont need an apology
I understand that you want to put food on the table
And if you put out real shit, you'd be confusin the label
Hip hops dead, aint no news that its stable
SO we all must wait for the dude that is able
To give it CPR and make it start breathing
While at the same time, make sure the heart's beating
We need to care less about the chart reading
To the rap world, i'm just tryna impart reason
Niggas love the tough talk about guns and weapons
But then criticize the nigga when he gets arrested
The internets a curse, the internets a blessin
But these upcoming rappers must not forget the message
Post up their soundclicks, in every possible place
You thinkin that you sound sick, but its one colossal waste
You aint rappin bout problems that you gotta face
No wonder your weak shit, is not embraced
Pt. 2 coming soon

[DXavier23]

yo i wanta keep this thread goin fam

[dunson23]

imma think of somethn thread is nice..........

[Billie Ganz]

my preparation with pen's, is like a statement within
im the realest and illest, im the pavement with skin
fuck the conversation and shit, about my placement in spit
my first mixtape alone could probably place me with big
mad niggas hatin, and all sayin, that i aint making it big
then see me in the street and dash like stacey and shit
so im not gonna call out you cowards, and say you a bitch
but dig, ya face prolly aint youre only place with two lips
while im banging like drago, when he fought verse apollo
cause im trying to kill the creed, that rap songs can be hollow
and Ganz talk bout more moet and chris bottles
Im tryinta talk about Mor-Ris Shoes, Like Mr. Day's Zapatos
Morris...Day...Johnny is El Heffe
cause i felt like spanish tattoo, was the same as penning up an essays
the tape deck played, my every struggle off in this life of mine
and after 2 years of listening, i decided to pick my pen up and rhyme
back at the age of 9, as the melodies played in my mind
now my flow's ready to blow, and just as lethal line for line
so i was born to bless mic's like a rapping priest
knuckles will murk em, on any verses you wanna rap on a beat
cut em like surgeon whenever i serve em, so if a rapper want beef
ima good person, but ima get burstin, like a pipe cracked n it leaked
the sicker the beat, the sicker the jot, is what the people get
I feel like a nigga could go with Iced tea, the way niggas wont equal it
cause the way im seein it, its really just me in this
me and this mic, until ill laid underneath cement stiff
when i even quit, i bet my flow will still be what they beatin with
cause one time i spit a rhyme, and made a mime scream in fits
so tell me one of these niggas beatin this
im the definition of hip hop, you niggas check the wikipedia's
before they lay me with the rosary's, im tryinta spit over beats
make over hundred g's, and smoke some real funky weed
find me a little mama, in the bahama's relax and chill under trees
Give the world the middle finger, and die like a fuckin G
i may hate school, but i aint a fool, so i made into college
but realized that hip hop was the only retained in my knowledge
cause i was destined for bright lights and stage rockin
so i spent ten thousand dollars, to learn how to use a condom
but meeting mickey cake their, cant even amount to logic
and we became see no evil, hip hops batman n robin
started solo and launched it, cause the flow is prepostrous
cake's a ghost and a monster, and now no one can seem to stop it
cause my crew is the hottest, and these nigga's average as fuck
but somehow i got slept on like a mattress in such
so i came back a thousand times harder, and backin it up
that im treating these rappers like im the audience and clappin em up

Easy

[BLOCKRUNNAZ]

I need a dollar everytime my heartbeat
now how much is dat
i could breathe on a track and make money
(HA HA) now much is that?
im getting munay babey
my truck a lamborghini
im in all bee bee
where them girls r freaky
haters wanna be
hoes glad to see me
ma i love it wen u lie and say my eyes r dreamy
certain niggaz fall in love with a bitch
patron in my system I fuck the blood out a bitch
im in da club frontin, in da club stunin
10 grand by the bar ma it aint nuthin

[DXavier23]

^^ ha you tryna fuck up this thread but its all good. Heres a freestyle called Summertime

Summertime, about 90 degrees
Starin at the sun and behind me's a breeze
Barbeque later, at the six o'clock hour
So I go back to my crib, to take a quick shower
My buddies callin, askin if I can drive em
I say fuck that, you the one with a hybrid
He says, fuck that, I wanna ride with the top down
So we can go about 100, as long as no cops round
Get out the shower, told em ill be there in a half hour
He said fine, im watchin re-runs of Jack Bauer
I put on a fresh outfit and my necklace
Grab my wallet and my keys and proceed to drive reckless
Pick up my buddy with the radio blastin
He said whattup homie, play me the classics
Put on 'Summertime', that dope Will/Jazz shit
Then bump The World is Yours off Illmatic
Arrive to the barbeque, its already bumpin
My boi comes up to me, says, let me tell you somethin
What up homie, whats on your mind ?
He says he sees this girl thats one of a kind
Im like, OK, point me in her direction
As soon as I saw her, I had made my slection
Started to spit game at her, but she just ignored me
She said my game was old and my jokes were plain corny
Told her I'll leave the game aside, if she leave her name inside
Told her to abide, So she grabbed my phone, and said not tonight
Im like OK we can just relax and chill
If you want me to fall back I will
She liked that, so she put her name inside my phone
Asked her, if she was spending the night alone
Shes like aint that aggresive, I just met you
Im like yeah, but I dont wanna forget you
My boi watchin from sideline, while hes cookin shit
Texts me, thats one good lookin bitch
Its about two hours into the party
Sun goes down while we sip on Bacardi
The weather goes down to about eighty two
If you saw me with this girl, yea you'd hate me too
We started kissin, and she told me to take her home
A soldier on a mission to make her moan
Wake up the next day, and do it again
Summertime's the shit and I dont want it to end.

[DXavier23]

From the Met Game Im driving home
Sirens flashin, sir pull over to the side of the road
I thought I was gettin punk'd like that Ashton show
This was an adventure Im glad I had my seatbelt fastened fo
Licence and registration, go to the back of the car
He asked me if I was driving back from the bar
I said no, I wasnt drinkin, he didnt believe me
This shit was surreal, thought I was watchin it on TV
Said to put my feet together and follow the flashlight
I thought this would soon be over and we would just laugh right
Asked me questions about my age and where I was going
I said HOME, I have to go to fuckin work in the mornin
He proceeded to question me, then started testin me
he said if your lying, your smart to confess to me
I said I wasnt guilty, can I please drive my buddies home?
He said well it depends, if your BAL is low
He went to his car to get the breathelizer
I had nothing to drink, but he kept calling me a liar
The results came back, the cop looked suprised
0.00, he said "I'm sorry and have a good night"
Go back into the car, my friends are all laughin
The Mets just lost, so this is like one giant distraction
I was a fuckin shocked, i wish u coulda saw me
Pulled over by a cop, and I left with a story

[DXavier23]

Sit back and rip tracks, damage em to peices
More Ws than there are Spanish kids named Jesus
Or Hay-Sus, this gun has the power to replace dudes
So I flip a coin for your life and let fate choose
Flow like napalm, so my mic cant stay calm
Put work in at the office, then Im gettin my cake on
Life is a highway, fuck having my breaks on
187, hide under the bridge, till the jake gone
There are many challenges, that I must take on
But Ive moved the most keys, since Ray gone
Like Rea-gon, the way I rape the budget
The fake, they love it, my mistakes they covet
Who would've thought, that my fate's with either shooter
Enough food for thought, I produce steak like Peter Luger
Within my mind, my thoughts are in bars, that they settle behind
Flow like Jekyll and Hyde, but you cant keep a rebel confined
They say you hot but they never rewind
Jay said lifes a beach chair, so Im forever reclined
God made me with his clever design
Words are so dangerous and my letters malign
These are just bars I wrote quickly on Wednesday
One day will fill more seats than Wrigley n' Fenway
With me, my friends stay, loyalty is a must
Im the king of this rap shit, royalty you can trust
Ascent to the top, while attempting to stop
Any nigga in my way, not exempting the cops
Not pretending Im hot, I know its a fact, son
If you slow to attack son, I'll blow at your faction
Say no to distractions, say yes to achieving
This girl says she aint a slut, but the way she dress is decieivng
I best n' be leaving, Im blessed when Im speakin
Dont even try and say your not impressed when ur readin
Im Gone

[Blizzy]

Ya drops are ill bruv...

They say the apple don't fall far from the tree,
I wear my heart on my sleeve, got scars and there deep,
God eMCee's couldn't preach to an athias,
I'm the drug's test rapper aka Mr Take the Piss,
Thats the alais, so fuck if ya lyrically wack,
Fuck a theory...I'm researchin conspiracy facts,
Were sheep to the system, they skin us to draw fear,
Yo...No pens just a bunch of random events all year.

just a quickie...

[young trey]

7 years and young i waz bumping will smith
i listen to him now its as real as it gets/
jus like will i dont care what the haters say/
half my style and swagger i picked up from jay/
with all my credentials my flows so essential/
i have tha potentinal and can go raw on tha pencil/
respect for my elders or i would need a dental/
with the ladies this man rite here is gentle/
why are brothers killing ova shit we listen to/
put that gun down man that isnt u/
put ur fists up boi if u have a issue/


a quick free

[youngking187]

my momma told me,i cant share toyz..///
im strong,like im on some steroids..////

[young trey]

am i slept on a young piece of dust gettin swept strong//
used to pawn vets now these vets pawn best arms//
im throwing towns these rookies start showin frowns//
im locked my scroll locked no goin down//
so suppose a clown wants to enter our tournament//
there nuttin but injuries being bleed tore & limped//

[Blizzy]

insane sanity I doubt realitys real,
to be sure I play oouji boards in the house of amytiville,

[UnBrEaKaBlE]

Heard they talkin bout me again.. heres what they sayin bout me..

.. check it..

Hot enough to light a flare on his tongue...compare him to none
if hip hop's alive...it's cause I'm breathing air in it's lungs
it's apparent that I've been a parent to some
reading verses and rhyme schemes like i'm staring at sons
the sun glare hits the slums, I can lead a crisis
pushing a 300, and it's built for war like Leonidas
emcees, i leave em lifeless, spit disease and virus
the MasterCard of rapper's bars...indeed he's priceless

[Reddi Ree]

<<<Flamerz>>>

Niggaz must of not heard dat da Dezzy Spit wit a Heavy Clip
Choppa Bulletz, Cock n Pullet, dey can make a Chevy Flip
U cant think of what Im thinkin, cuz all ma thoughtz iz Unmakeable
I heard dey talkin bout me again too, Im feelin like UnBrEaKaBlE

Young Reddi, Bitch!!!

[Lil Brizzle]

Hear the sounds of the "piano" while locating ~ the ~ ground
Treat ya hands like a "tuner" cause they be rotating ~ around
But instead of making ~ a ~ sound, just get ya sight ~ on ~ the ~ "chord"
Let's stay soft cause a mistake would enlighten ~ the ~ porch
Make a "press" through the "notes" to cover up ~ ya ~ mess
Fast planning in the dark is the type of luck ~ that's ~ best
Fingers over the "flat" without an expression of a dumping ~ face
But the heart changes once the guilty conscience comes ~ in ~ place
Money making's the future, your abilities solve ~ the ~ problem
Get ya mission accomplished without the revolver ~ on ~ 'em
Save your last "resorts" till he finds your pending ~ the ~ prank
So put your feet on the "pedal" before you end ~ with ~ a ~ bang
Halt up to a "stand" cause the clap ~ is ~ on
Realize how I've been movin' these "keys"? The screen shows the rappers ~ song!!!!!

[DXavier23]

DX's Rap Journal: Vol. 1
Come round here just to let go of my thoughts
Once I start writing my mind gets lost
From gangster to gentlemen, wrong to right
I have to think of exactly what song to write
Im sitting here all comfortable, but know that troubles on the way
All I could do is go out and hustle everyday
School is my hustle, education is power
Rap is the form of my meditation this hour
I seamlessly put words together subconsciously
Do it for rich niggas n' the poor niggas in the Bronx to read
I do it for myself, I do it for my health
Because without rap, i couldnt be expressing what I felt
The cards that were dealt to me, may define me
But in a space of hard work and glory is where you can find me
Every line reads perfectly, lifes a bitch, she flirts with me
The workerbee, out to beat these rappers mercifully
Chivalry is dead, but Ill show some curteousy
But now the shows over, go and close the curtains B
All this hating aint hurtin me, it is only fuelin me
To put these niggas in the ground and then read their eulogy
You aint foolin me, Im wiser then my years
DX is to rap as Budweiser is to beers
Spit that fire that you hear, right into your ear
I read THe Prince, so I stay fightin for your fear
Respect is whats important in the grand scheme of life
So make sure you salute me, even in ya bad dreams at night
Im the light, Im the hope, the best with my back against the ropes
Im the playwright for your life, so ill tell ya when the end approach
Defendin my coast, home of Hov, Nas, Big and Sinatra
Bring my gun to opera, during high note, damn who shot ya
Too late when the cops come, you're already deceased
Call me Scarface, the way I machete police
Not ready to leave, but I gotta go momentarily
Already feelin better, guess my flow is my therapy.
Do it till the bury me, but my lyrics are eternal
This is another entry of DX's rap journal

[DXavier23]

Vol. 2
Fully loaded gun, go and shoot it at your ass
Number one gunna, recruited in the draft
I made a grand today, the loot is in the bag
Add that to the bankroll, you can do the math
Dont know whos runnin it? No clue? Why dont u ask
The rap game is in a recession, i hope it doesnt last
I wish some of the doors would open to my past
So I can go back and get closer to my path
Of success and glory, but dont take away the moments that we had
Like when Im watchin the game, sippin coronas with my dad
I still don't exactly know what path to take
And what kinda job will give me cash to rake
Fascinate-d with the life of the celebrated
Who grew up in the slums but somehow elevated
Rags to riches and the american dream
I already have money, so how do I achieve
Constant dilemmas fight each other in mind
Most importantly, must make sure my mother is fine
Hope she ages like wine, and stays healthy
While she watches her son grow and get wealthy
Lifes not all about money, so why should we stress it
How do we get on the radio without losing the message
Dont know the answer to my own questions
So I ask you all: Have any suggestions?
Still here contemplating my choices in life
Seek constant advice, just hope all those voices are right
One day I need to stand up and be my own leader
They say dont go all-in, but dont u fold neither
So I stay playing my hand, till the dealer takes it away
If I help somebody, then its making my day
But still I gotta worry bout making my pay
So one day my dreams will be vacant and gray
Not complacent with days, that arent productive
Feel like Im wasting life, that I have no function
But fuck it, not everyday perfect
Lifes just a balance of play and hard work kid
And today was a good day like that Ice Cube track
Pick up the phone, and ask where my dudes at
Chilled wit my boys and had a good time today
Now I sit here and lend my mind away
Any rhyme will say or reflect me as a person
But dont judge me, cause Im still young boy learnin
The nooks and crannies, of how this life is played
M