Sticky: .:: Freakin Flows ::. [CYPHER]

[Thunder Foot]

Vybz Kartel

Choice of words are dull, you need a hint of variety,
Extracting words from a dictionary, rhymes are far too fallacious,
Uppity negroes in the back, man your lines are very vextaious,
Pickup a thesaurus n***a, you need to sharpen up your adjectives,
Fingers crushin the cover (your tense!), better get them laxatives,
Grazing and staring at the glory of my silhouette,
My ryhmes are too wack, ill even make your girl wet,
Maniaclly laughing at your skills, until i roll on the floor,
After I ripp up lines n***a, youll be lookin for the door,
Dont get me wrong man, your potential is there,
Your spirits too weak, even my grandma could tear,
(eh my bad yo)

Man,
this is rare/ are you really serious dude?/
cuz you finna put me in a furious mood/
check the method/ you delirious fool/
peeped your confession/ and i agree/
ya rhymes ARE whack/ now learn ya lesson/
cuz the fact you use big words is irrelevant/
make no sense/ throw 'em in to sound intelligent/
when it comes to Freakin Flows/ you must be celibate/
cuz ya style is delicate/ hella sweet wit ya nerd rap/
drop Long Beach so you know where the swerve at/
come step to me/ and get smashed on the curb flat/
wit a dash of herb smack/
tried to say "sorry"/ don't think I aint heard that/
how you talk crap and creep out like a wussy?/
cuz you p***y/ b***h made who refused to listen/
so Im treatin you like p***y/ now assume position/
caught you slippin/ so I unzip and slip in/
when I'm rippin/ you jump and fade out like Scottie Pippen/
its given that my styles superior chump/
Im done waxin you/ go make me some lunch/ BIATCH!

( stare )

[Venga Terrorwill]

...it so cool

[Vybz Kartel]

Thunder Foot

Vybz Kartel

Choice of words are dull, you need a hint of variety,
Extracting words from a dictionary, rhymes are far too fallacious,
Uppity negroes in the back, man your lines are very vextaious,
Pickup a thesaurus n***a, you need to sharpen up your adjectives,
Fingers crushin the cover (your tense!), better get them laxatives,
Grazing and staring at the glory of my silhouette,
My ryhmes are too wack, ill even make your girl wet,
Maniaclly laughing at your skills, until i roll on the floor,
After I ripp up lines n***a, youll be lookin for the door,
Dont get me wrong man, your potential is there,
Your spirits too weak, even my grandma could tear,
(eh my bad yo)

Man,
this is rare/ are you really serious dude?/
cuz you finna put me in a furious mood/
check the method/ you delirious fool/
peeped your confession/ and i agree/
ya rhymes ARE whack/ now learn ya lesson/
cuz the fact you use big words is irrelevant/
make no sense/ throw 'em in to sound intelligent/
when it comes to Freakin Flows/ you must be celibate/
cuz ya style is delicate/ hella sweet wit ya nerd rap/
drop Long Beach so you know where the swerve at/
come step to me/ and get smashed on the curb flat/
wit a dash of herb smack/
tried to say "sorry"/ don't think I aint heard that/
how you talk crap and creep out like a wussy?/
cuz you p***y/ b***h made who refused to listen/
so Im treatin you like p***y/ now assume position/
caught you slippin/ so I unzip and slip in/
when I'm rippin/ you jump and fade out like Scottie Pippen/
its given that my styles superior chump/
Im done waxin you/ go make me some lunch/ BIATCH!

( stare )

your trippen at my lines b, ill make you go home with a hunch,
Make you sorry a** red see, split you like the brady bunch,
Now i aint tryna humilate this n***a named Thunderfoot,
Spit slower than a turtle, Ill make you stay put,
Whacker lines dan Jacko, Niggas such a hoot,
Skills are like nuclear products, monoxide and carbon soot,
Termination of his words, (slow)but he still goes and try,
This man get softer that sizzla when he sang Dry Cry,
Like Nuclear combustion, I explode on the scene,
Reactants are you and the crowd, now holla at me szzn?
wiping his forehead off so neatly and clean,
Again this n***a soft, softer than Bitty Mclean (damn thats soft!)

(womp womp szzn )

[Thunder Foot]

Vybz Kartel

Thunder Foot

Vybz Kartel

Choice of words are dull, you need a hint of variety,
Extracting words from a dictionary, rhymes are far too fallacious,
Uppity negroes in the back, man your lines are very vextaious,
Pickup a thesaurus n***a, you need to sharpen up your adjectives,
Fingers crushin the cover (your tense!), better get them laxatives,
Grazing and staring at the glory of my silhouette,
My ryhmes are too wack, ill even make your girl wet,
Maniaclly laughing at your skills, until i roll on the floor,
After I ripp up lines n***a, youll be lookin for the door,
Dont get me wrong man, your potential is there,
Your spirits too weak, even my grandma could tear,
(eh my bad yo)

Man,
this is rare/ are you really serious dude?/
cuz you finna put me in a furious mood/
check the method/ you delirious fool/
peeped your confession/ and i agree/
ya rhymes ARE whack/ now learn ya lesson/
cuz the fact you use big words is irrelevant/
make no sense/ throw 'em in to sound intelligent/
when it comes to Freakin Flows/ you must be celibate/
cuz ya style is delicate/ hella sweet wit ya nerd rap/
drop Long Beach so you know where the swerve at/
come step to me/ and get smashed on the curb flat/
wit a dash of herb smack/
tried to say "sorry"/ don't think I aint heard that/
how you talk crap and creep out like a wussy?/
cuz you p***y/ b***h made who refused to listen/
so Im treatin you like p***y/ now assume position/
caught you slippin/ so I unzip and slip in/
when I'm rippin/ you jump and fade out like Scottie Pippen/
its given that my styles superior chump/
Im done waxin you/ go make me some lunch/ BIATCH!

( stare )

your trippen at my lines b, ill make you go home with a hunch,
Make you sorry a** red see, split you like the brady bunch,
Now i aint tryna humilate this n***a named Thunderfoot,
Spit slower than a turtle, Ill make you stay put,
Whacker lines dan Jacko, Niggas such a hoot,
Skills are like nuclear products, monoxide and carbon soot,
Termination of his words, (slow)but he still goes and try,
This man get softer that sizzla when he sang Dry Cry,
Like Nuclear combustion, I explode on the scene,
Reactants are you and the crowd, now holla at me szzn?
wiping his forehead off so neatly and clean,
Again this n***a soft, softer than Bitty Mclean (damn thats soft!)

(womp womp szzn )

Come on dude... if you gonna diss AND break my rules... atleast do it right. What the hell does your skills have to do with Nuclear products?? Monoxide and Carbon Soot.... did you just throw that in cuz you thought it sounded nice? Just spit normal homie... unless you wanna take this outside mayne. (Meaning outside my thread.)

Now back to Normal flows. xd

[C Teezy]

Vybz Kartel

Thunder Foot

Vybz Kartel

Choice of words are dull, you need a hint of variety,
Extracting words from a dictionary, rhymes are far too fallacious,
Uppity negroes in the back, man your lines are very vextaious,
Pickup a thesaurus n***a, you need to sharpen up your adjectives,
Fingers crushin the cover (your tense!), better get them laxatives,
Grazing and staring at the glory of my silhouette,
My ryhmes are too wack, ill even make your girl wet,
Maniaclly laughing at your skills, until i roll on the floor,
After I ripp up lines n***a, youll be lookin for the door,
Dont get me wrong man, your potential is there,
Your spirits too weak, even my grandma could tear,
(eh my bad yo)

Man,
this is rare/ are you really serious dude?/
cuz you finna put me in a furious mood/
check the method/ you delirious fool/
peeped your confession/ and i agree/
ya rhymes ARE whack/ now learn ya lesson/
cuz the fact you use big words is irrelevant/
make no sense/ throw 'em in to sound intelligent/
when it comes to Freakin Flows/ you must be celibate/
cuz ya style is delicate/ hella sweet wit ya nerd rap/
drop Long Beach so you know where the swerve at/
come step to me/ and get smashed on the curb flat/
wit a dash of herb smack/
tried to say "sorry"/ don't think I aint heard that/
how you talk crap and creep out like a wussy?/
cuz you p***y/ b***h made who refused to listen/
so Im treatin you like p***y/ now assume position/
caught you slippin/ so I unzip and slip in/
when I'm rippin/ you jump and fade out like Scottie Pippen/
its given that my styles superior chump/
Im done waxin you/ go make me some lunch/ BIATCH!

( stare )

your trippen at my lines b, ill make you go home with a hunch,
Make you sorry a** red see, split you like the brady bunch,
Now i aint tryna humilate this n***a named Thunderfoot,
Spit slower than a turtle, Ill make you stay put,
Whacker lines dan Jacko, Niggas such a hoot,
Skills are like nuclear products, monoxide and carbon soot,
Termination of his words, (slow)but he still goes and try,
This man get softer that sizzla when he sang Dry Cry,
Like Nuclear combustion, I explode on the scene,
Reactants are you and the crowd, now holla at me szzn?
wiping his forehead off so neatly and clean,
Again this n***a soft, softer than Bitty Mclean (damn thats soft!)

(womp womp szzn )

Bitty Mclean? Let's see... lemme Wiki her...

(Wikis... O.o its a dude?)

So nonsensical and quite obscure
I see what you was going for, I see what you did there
You wanted to represent yourself through your music
The lord's forgiveness of sin, you try not to abuse it
Choose it, your spot that is, in a wiser sense tho
You in fo... some info that sends you to a higher mental
Too essential, trust me my rhymes are quite parental
While others choose to bypass real and buy the rental

(changin the mood a bit)

[Vedic]

C Teezy

While others choose to bypass real and buy the rental

So show me somethin' Real, like Lupe Fiasco
Somethin' truer than what the masses will ask fo'/
Caught in a situation, situated in asphalt
From the streets, a deeper meaning, influenced in a fast fault/
Task force, somethin' I alone can represent
An army of one alone against a thousand, I still leave 'em bent/
With the force that I breathe down, use the power of sound
And reverberate in their mind, from the jaw up to the crown

[Sapphire Seraph Syn]

Vedic

C Teezy

While others choose to bypass real and buy the rental

So show me somethin' Real, like Lupe Fiasco
Somethin' truer than what the masses will ask fo'/
Caught in a situation, situated in asphalt
From the streets, a deeper meaning, influenced in a fast fault/
Task force, somethin' I alone can represent
An army of one alone against a thousand, I still leave 'em bent/
With the force that I breathe down, use the power of sound
And reverberate in their mind, from the jaw up to the crown

What's up to the crown...a sloppy opposition.
See I cannot opporate under these botched conditions
I need a sound set, speakers and a program
Spittin like it's matrix fire when the filming slows down
The inspiration of my one continuation originates
from a different place where they do not replace
a reason for the seasons to just come be drunk
within the groove of the mood. Do the humpty hump.

((That song was in my head. XD ))

[Vybz Kartel]

Thunder Foot

Vybz Kartel

Thunder Foot

Vybz Kartel

Choice of words are dull, you need a hint of variety,
Extracting words from a dictionary, rhymes are far too fallacious,
Uppity negroes in the back, man your lines are very vextaious,
Pickup a thesaurus n***a, you need to sharpen up your adjectives,
Fingers crushin the cover (your tense!), better get them laxatives,
Grazing and staring at the glory of my silhouette,
My ryhmes are too wack, ill even make your girl wet,
Maniaclly laughing at your skills, until i roll on the floor,
After I ripp up lines n***a, youll be lookin for the door,
Dont get me wrong man, your potential is there,
Your spirits too weak, even my grandma could tear,
(eh my bad yo)

Man,
this is rare/ are you really serious dude?/
cuz you finna put me in a furious mood/
check the method/ you delirious fool/
peeped your confession/ and i agree/
ya rhymes ARE whack/ now learn ya lesson/
cuz the fact you use big words is irrelevant/
make no sense/ throw 'em in to sound intelligent/
when it comes to Freakin Flows/ you must be celibate/
cuz ya style is delicate/ hella sweet wit ya nerd rap/
drop Long Beach so you know where the swerve at/
come step to me/ and get smashed on the curb flat/
wit a dash of herb smack/
tried to say "sorry"/ don't think I aint heard that/
how you talk crap and creep out like a wussy?/
cuz you p***y/ b***h made who refused to listen/
so Im treatin you like p***y/ now assume position/
caught you slippin/ so I unzip and slip in/
when I'm rippin/ you jump and fade out like Scottie Pippen/
its given that my styles superior chump/
Im done waxin you/ go make me some lunch/ BIATCH!

( stare )

your trippen at my lines b, ill make you go home with a hunch,
Make you sorry a** red see, split you like the brady bunch,
Now i aint tryna humilate this n***a named Thunderfoot,
Spit slower than a turtle, Ill make you stay put,
Whacker lines dan Jacko, Niggas such a hoot,
Skills are like nuclear products, monoxide and carbon soot,
Termination of his words, (slow)but he still goes and try,
This man get softer that sizzla when he sang Dry Cry,
Like Nuclear combustion, I explode on the scene,
Reactants are you and the crowd, now holla at me szzn?
wiping his forehead off so neatly and clean,
Again this n***a soft, softer than Bitty Mclean (damn thats soft!)

(womp womp szzn )

Come on dude... if you gonna diss AND break my rules... atleast do it right. What the hell does your skills have to do with Nuclear products?? Monoxide and Carbon Soot.... did you just throw that in cuz you thought it sounded nice? Just spit normal homie... unless you wanna take this outside mayne. (Meaning outside my thread.)

Now back to Normal flows. xd

Haha because i combust like nuclear reaction haha. Aiight uppity haha.

[The Jashu]

(( I'm sorry if this is not allowed,
But I gotta stand up, and be heard aloud,
I thought this place wasn't one for battlin'
But if it is I want to try my hand at rattlin'
The rhyme book that is, I spit with the rhythm,
If this ain't the place, where do I start spittin'?

Looks like no ones online,
So I'll have to wait another day to start my rhyme,
I want to be a regular here, hope thats no crime,
I've got no real rap experience but I'm tryin this time,
I want to mix in well, like lemon and lime,
I'm goin' to bed now, my yawns are my sleep sign,
If you got answers, send me a Pm even if I'm offline,))

[Da C.A.N.]

^is your sig sometype of male stripper

[The Jashu]

((What ya thinkin' man, it's a roleplay character of mine,
It would be more pleasant if people just asked instead of guessin' outta line,))

[Jaiden Stryker]

Some of these so-called emcees are hilarious.
Little kids trying to sound hard on the net, ya'll can't be serious.
I'll run up on you in black and wearing a hood, looking all mysterious.
And with a quickness, jack your YuGiOh cards fast to make you furious.
Face it, you can't handle me. Don't even attempt to battle me.
I spit more fire than five Dylans to burn you to the 3rd degree.
This aint even debatable, I don't give a rat's a** if you agree.
Thou shalt not oppose Stryker, or I shall smacketh thee.
I think I'll say the Pimp's Prayer, cuz I'm about to lay some hands on you.
And when I'm wired on Red Bull, I got the energy to do the same to your crew.
You're in for a lyrical beat down, so I hope you like black and blue.
Your breath smells like crap because your every rhyme is doo doo. mrgreen

[-Ninja Ness the God-]

Jaiden Stryker

Your breath smells like crap because your every rhyme is doo doo.

Whenever I rap, I top every verse that you do/
Not you specifically, but all them other wack dudes/
Attack you with sharp lyrics like ninja blades/
Instant pain, causes you to wince when slain/
Binge on brains. It's like I got zombie packed rhymes/
Live for night.Can't sleep like insomniacs' minds./
It's probably bout time that I end this quick verse/
But mess with me, and be placed on my hit list first/

[Jaiden Stryker]

Ninja_Ness

Jaiden Stryker

Your breath smells like crap because your every rhyme is doo doo.

Whenever I rap, I top every verse that you do/
Not you specifically, but all them other wack dudes/
Attack you with sharp lyrics like ninja blades/
Instant pain, causes you to wince when slain/
Binge on brains. It's like I got zombie packed rhymes/
Live for night.Can't sleep like insomniacs' minds./
It's probably bout time that I end this quick verse/
But mess with me, and be placed on my hit list first/

Homie, you can't top the living pinacle of hip-hop.
The Stryker strikes fear into your heart non-stop.
I'm your God metaphorically, but rain lightning on you literally.
Don't be a casuality when I complete this massacre lyrically.
Your punchlines are like pokes while mine leave you punch drunk.
You can call me Stryke Tyson, cuz my punch will turn you into a punk.
Make me feel violated, you'll find yourself eliminated.
Dragged away by Southpark rats with your pupils dialated.
With every rhyme I spit, another one of your ex's becomes my groupie.
I'm like a shark in this game, so move along guppie.