This is just a compilation of all the freestyles I've posted so far since I started here. Makes it a little easier to direct people to this link than all the individuals. Feedback is ALWAYS welcomed and encouraged. If anyone is interested in doing a freestyle-collabo, I'm up for it as long as it's NOT for battling. I'm NOT getting involved in crew battles.
you're like a cow in the back-field, son...rushin' to beef I spit harder rhymes than you when i'm brushing my teeth. Don't be disgruntled fam, you think you're hittin sexy models I suppose she could be, if you like the shape of Pepsi bottles. I'll bust a lyric with an accent you might think i'm British Then switch up and start dissing you in Japanese or Yiddish. Ten-to-one's the odds if you battle Tyrant you'll likely lose I'll strip you of your title, then dice you for your Nike shoes. Oh sure, you're a gangsta rapper, bandannas and that glock you're totin' To understand your rhymes better just ease up off that cock you're smokin. You called me out like an umpire, thought I'd run and never face it But I got a stack of wack rappers like you waist deep in my basement. Don't piss me off, lest I have have feds out fishing for heads Been writing better battle lyrics since you were pissing the bed. I flip a flow , have you on your knees like an actual porn chick You ain't a killer, punk, you're just another natural born bitch.
There's an insurgency lately surging to a state of emergency I sense an urgency currently - kids' only concern is currency under-educated, dedicated and retalliation is the motivation gang related, investigated and parents get the death notification Kids are smart, young with healthy hearts and lungs and sharp tongues start to run when they embark on your funds and they'll spark guns the train stops, you're drippin like rain-drops for a chain or watch sprayin cops these shameful tots are dirtier than stained socks it's clear none care, they square up and share their funds fair but for a fresh pair of 'Airs' War is what these sons declare they ain't grubs, they're dipped like thugs with rank and snubs these slugs ain't firing blanks for your payroll bank or Dubz Straight to Hell they excellerate fate and don't get scared See you in heaven..they wont be there..when we get there
I don't drink scotch on the rocks, I drank Schnapp's shots I'll sink the pink on bank shots like sank ships and yachts We don't sing or pour shots, i drink singapore slings at swing spots you couldn't sling rocks with a sling shot. So, I hope you bring glocks and watch the clock cuz it's ticking like gifts from a terrorist battling is perilous but when the tyrant rhymes he's errorless I'll have your fleet climbin the fence, Kids know my rhymin's intense, Couldn't stop my flow if the Steel Curtain was your line of defense. you can't rap right, ass-wipe...I'll stop your flow like a bent straw. Battle me, you're in danger like white people out alone on Crenshaw are you fucking kidding? i should fear you cause you hold heat? the only hot toast you ever held in your life was whole wheat you're just a laughing stock and your crew is a fiasco, boss Tyrant's spittin heat like a camel that drinks tabasco sauce Pansy, your boys caught you on the Handi-cam and it's clear you're scared worse than saying 'Candyman' 3 times in the mirror the pressure's on you dumbass praying that your flow's tighter you couldn't rhyme tight if mother theresa was your ghost writer
I use a certain tone of voice to express my rage Tyrant never needs an over-loading like a 12 guage I'm more like a thirty-five calibre, with a silencer Pull it loose like the Excalibur, niggaz gettin tenser hence I must be kickin it, party people pickin it gunna make you pump like the hole that has my dick in it WAIT! I've got a lyric, listen up you need to hear of it You tried dissin me but still you live in fear of it Me, the double T, freestylin creator of these rhymes that I make up with ridiculous ease See, I can move a party if you just say Please! or head home with your girl and get blown like a breeze. I can flow and it's a fact that's how all my crew is doin it niggaz find this too hard to face, that's why they're blue in it black is what I'm lackin? All your chicken-heads are flockin One for every minute, every hour around the clock ..and I'll keep rhymin or chillin or whatever my choice is while you're rappin i'll keep askin where that noise is.
Tyrant is methodical while inciting violence like LA riots fake Niggaz actin like they moving weight like Subway diets You ain't a hustler, you're the ideal definition of punk I heard you rhymin and by your own admission, you stunk what, are you drunk, all proud on stage like a trooper your P.I.M.P acronym stands for "pricks in my pooper" You little sissy, got the dumb idea to approach me and beg i thought i warned you, now you're getting poached like an egg This is a freestyle so you know i left my good stuff at home only thing you drop off your dome is still stuck in your comb you ain't hittin hot chicks, but you walk like a mack on your turfs the facts are that you and your crew all jack off to the smurfs My paradise is a pair of mics and a pair of Dykes Your paradise is a pair of dicks and a pair of Mikes
If you fuck up and step up you gonna get a spleen shank and get your flaming shit stomped like a halloween prank Somebody fucked up and gave me five more minutes to flow on any topic off the top, out the pocket, TY's runnin the show Go for the gold. I'm leavin brothers gasping ten blocks behind I'm the king of the vine, king of the grime and king of the rhyme I'm not impressed with your shine, dressin sharp like barbed wire this kid's about to expire. I'll stop, drop and roll him, like he's on fire. I run an empire, wherever he aims at, The tyrant's aiming higher lyrics so hot that the thought of my name alone makes you perspire. I'm angelic like a gift from heaven and I'll dismiss this peasant, don't make me snap and start filling more boxes than christmas presents I run a tight ship, never keep a tight lip and I sometimes might flip And use my mic quick to beat your bitch ass like a police night stick
We can twist, stretch, and bend, prepare to spend bring your mama, sister or friend, there's plenty to lend Manager trois, back and forth like a saw. Her, you, moi hot and sticky, tricky, split lickety, ready and raw Quick inspection on my Trojan protection On my erection headin for south of your midsection Leather and cuffs fastened, I'm long lastin techniques for weeks are there for the askin I'm gunna stretch ya, I betcha I can when I sex ya Soft or hard when they ask if I'm large, you say 'Extra' Self-taught, what I got is hot, have you on top..alot talents well-balanced right there on your sugar-spot Diss your man and razz him, if he couldn't or hasn't had you wriggle and spasm from your third orgasm Blow your mind when I'm behind, in line, inter-twined, we grind I'm high-primed, it's not a gun, it's just short of a nine From velcro to plastic, elastics, this is drastic pool tables to caskets, erotic, exotic and classic Chains to whips, paper clips, oils, lotions, or chip-dip lips, hips, nipples, figertips and clits like porn flicks It's a big treasure that works well under pressure the pleasure i render is too intense to measure honey hoppin, cherry poppin, non stoppin Ty's rockin body fluid swappin, I'm leaving all your orifices soppin
People so fucking LAZY to read a good forum post, yet they read AND give feedback to really WACK one-sided battles where it's usually not even remotely competition. This is supposed to be a keystyle and collabo board, but 99% of it is battles or flames on other people or crews. At LEAST have the fucking decency to read the freestyles that are NOT intended for battles. Leave some goddamn feedback! I don't write rhymes for ME to enjoy, I write them for YOU to enjoy. Show some attention to those of us that just kick it on the NON-Battle tip.
4/12/2005 2:50:15 PM
4/13/2005 12:35:25 AM