SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!
Please adhere to that rule so I don't have to fuck with you!
This is freestyle, so anything goes but racism.
Tear it up!
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SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!
Please adhere to that rule so I don't have to fuck with you!
This is freestyle, so anything goes but racism.
Tear it up!
nobody wanna go into a cypher with hitta
i spit so much knowledge no1 could decipher the spitta
who hot?? i betta be at the top of the list
my tongue sharp everytime i spit i split wrists
i got a nice chain its a shiny green leaf
n like devout vegetarians you dont want beef
I go by the name Algorythm,
leaven rappers without rythms, and spittin sick like eminem,
before he turned fake, back when hip-hop was underground,
now its full of bleak cats who rape, it for what its not worth,
Hip hop needs spiritual rebirth, Im the gall of the earth,
brought back to its mirth, verbal firth, got rhyme girth,
start from last to first, it goes hitta last, and Algorythm first,
leaven homos unreinbursed, from birth you been cursed,
I have a thirst, for battlin the worst, just to get rid of them,
The judgment of rem, I am the verbal transparent gem,
snappin brain stems, like bitches who short vitamin m,
Brainz is the reason why Mcs need more complexity//
Brains is what you'll see if a dude come next to me//
A flow full of tongue twistas that twist tongues off//
Lines so sick when i spit you hear them cough//
Needless to say you'll never be a threat//
My style and talent is like a concieted bitch its hard to get//
6 lines minimum?... well I spit 8//
Its only a freestyle dogg .. you aint gotta hate//
My brain, is missing a chain, but I'm not the weakest link.
If you wanna come big to me,like the titanic I'll watch ya sink.
You bitches gotta think, who's this new kid here.
Looking like I drunk a wine cooler,And spit out beer.
It's clear, that I'm here to get into battles and win.
So whenever you come against me,your career ends.
All your little friends on this site, turn to terror and fright.
To see ya left this thread, shitting ya pants all night.
I Leave MCs more holy, than christians on sundays.
Come to close and I'll burn ya worser than sun rays.
listen vertikle , with words I'll hurt ya skull I mean it
leave you in a hurse, needin surgical treatment
you talkin big thinkin you a king like, Tonnto
you about to get ya ass layed out , horizontal
Yes you got me thinkin, who's this new kid here?
spittin lines with no meanin, your rhymes unclear
you a new kid forsure, and got a lot to learn
you just got schooled kid, your marks in concern
off tha dome im prone to drones,plus tha phone and high pitched tones....
i hear this fly bitch song,she singin voice bringin much ear ringin,hearin gone.....
loose a sense and highten tha rest,cant taste no more but i know where ya ces....
i can smell in ya chest,thats whats left of this funky type mess so dont caress....
my emotions plus devotion,to this notion to move tha crowd like tha ocean.....
moves due to moonlit gravity, when tha moon is gone..worldwide tragedy.....
tha main catastrophy a masked disease, sneak a flask wit ease stop askin me.....
wheres tha trap with glass and grease,i wanna fast in greece my master piece.
Snap niggas in half like twigs, run down the block snatching off wigs from old ladies
Making them pissed even more by snacking on the candy stolen from babies
I acts kindof crazy when it turns 9 50 pm, sleep dust up in my eyes
So I ride down the beach searching for honeies to let me milk em
Shoke up the mic area like a bottle of orange juice, killed my opponents
Like OJ the Juice, tie beats like I tie my shoes, I kno what to do, let me on it
It's a democracy so let the people choose, Vote or Die
If I don't win then I'll demolish the system, I never lose
I'm stuck up in alternate multiverses, cause I'm spitting weird shit
Hope I get back to my own verses, when I finish this last mission
Mayne goh damn I'm hot, got em burnin like hot sause-
Melt ya top off, if you wanna pop off, You'll pay the cost=
I fuck wit no lames..play no games..i do my thang...let it bang-
Ya verses be stretched to connect em you need a train=
You couldn't grow to my level if you popped seeds and od'd-
Killin you like Lauren but I gotta speed up the process from slowly=
I'm like T.I, pimpin, u-dont-know-me-
You's a vet or OG, then hopefully you'll show me=
Usualyl what I thought, another rapper out slain-
I serve these feins, leave em prayin, aint playin, like they on cane=
Best believe Untouchable delivers fantastic feeds
6 lines and im the best out of these whack emcees
Fresh like homegrown weed, devilishly devouring all potential destiny
My multiez punches and everything between got U on the edge of ur seat
Tremble at my feet, I initiate beef while its raw meat
Always on the skeet skeet, and everyone always bowin to Untouch in defeat
Hydro got dudes going crazy they cant trace me//
My flow fires fools who sware to god they phaze me//
Gets this straight... mate... you wont claim victory//
I aint following your rules dont stick a scrip to me//
Jealous niggas hate me cuz of the talent god gave me//
But minds change quick when they see me row deeper then "Da Navy"//
......Shit aint gravy.......
I'm a big boy in this shit like the varsity/
when it comes to rap fuck animosity/
my flows lookin aight and yeah its all gravy/
how animosity get a forum they cant fuck wit Da Navy/
My flows ome hard like riding a bike wit out a pattle/
thats must be why main activity be scared to battle/
wack ass flows could never be while/
i kill this guys and this my first time tryin to freestyle/
I come fresh, like zest, ya'll knoe Ekonomix, best.
I'm a sick emcee, who couldnt have guessed.//
rising to the top slowly but surely, soon to be there.
no matter how i do it, u wont think its fair.//
but i kill emcees for fun, write verse for nothin,
Like poker im in the best position, on the button.//
Ekonomix, a thug, fill ya chest with slugs.
I walk into the room, haters, leave nothin but shrugs.//
And if thats all ya'll got.
then well, its just all ya'll fault//
meh quick shit
~1
repping the hall now gotta be big
all i do is go behind the house and hit up a cig
i rip your hair off your head like its a wig
just go platinum like slim thug
tell my teachers that i dont give a fug
smack a whore like its a bug
i kill you with my ak 47
leave so many niggas into heaven
make them fly like a bird
now u niggas just heard
from the best in this buisness rewind
Rewind... Rewind the tape and listen to yaself again//
The kid that told you you could rhyme he aint ya bestfriend//
Ya lines dont flow them lyrics dont blend//
Keep yaself in perry hall and dont rhyme a again//
The only birds I see flying is a flock... all the females in ya family//
Spit some shit at me and I'll garantee I'll hit harder then gravity//
(Wack but still better then him)