Yo check out my one of my verses from one of my songs:
Verse2:
Sick of my politics? Well I’ll screw your moms too
How can you live and not care bout global issues?
Make your party rhymes, and be approached by v.i.p’s
Up in the club, shorty it’s your mutha****in birthday
Bitches, clothes, cars provided by the company
Money, cash, fame, love all given to you by bmg
Look what I get, a college education and some dollas
One hit wonders but you can’t face the cold with your colla
**** You! Ya’ll think combining flow with a message is easy
Between two worlds like American Japanese in the 40’s
Break in Music:
<You’re a commodity and your words strike like Easter Island
Wasted natural resource for a cause lacking of reason
And the Philippine travelers knew exactly what they were doin’
Like you don’t give a **** about your country that you’re screwin>
Love me, or hate me, there’s no ****ing in between
Make up your mind, are you dependant or a revolutionary?
Listening to sublime relaxed while getting high doppin
But I won’t be sleepin when new york state polls open
Strip away my rights, take away my visions and my shirts
Red Scare communistic threat, digging up mad dirt
The governments crazy, got your family overworked
Refuse to abort your child, while taking you off life support
I like to trust my beats, but my beats don’t trust me
I give ‘em no justice like Guantanomo bay detainees
Like a loveless life, living in prison you get none
Don’t agree with the mentality, so get something done
Like me, I make cd’s that inspire and drop political lines
Won’t change my politics or my philosophy for a dime
Only the curiously unique can ever be worth my time
We’re the chosen ones who choose to ****ing survive
it'd be cool to get input
Thanks...Well the Phillipine travels segment is about the Phillipine travellers who landed on Easter Island and basically wasted the land (uprooted all the trees on the island) for greed and competition. They basically raped the land and now as a result no trees can naturally grow on Easter Island. The people of the island eventually died off as a result, they brought on their own downfall.
The world around me's kinda dull
so I'm gonna sharpen my mind
MTV can't see me
they're on a downward decline
I'm hit'n rewind on the hip-hop
from the days gone by
a real old school trooper
straight from Cooley High
my crew decides
to keep a "yes, yes, ya'll" vibe
blessed with special necessities
best for keep'n it live
other brothers keep'n it real
but still portraying a lie
bark'n real loud
just stop it, now
you're puppies inside
they'd love me to hide
in the shadows
and just stroke my precious
cuz they know if I blow
I'm gonna eat'em for breakfast
wreck'n their style and they image
going down the check list
get it, got it, good
I got a sound that's reckless
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What's go'n on, KMC? Put something in the air 😮💨 and lay something down.
That means you, Darth and DOOM. Hey, hey, fellaz. 🪩
yo i'm not Darth or Doom but that was nice. Here's another one of mine too
Media fox news power and fascists
Conservative politricks verse liberal socialist
Run away to Canada and avoid the draft list
Texas hicks scream at you calling you a lil *****
Going to Iraq, keep my family safe while I’m desert stormin'
But America doesn't support war veterans who've fallen'
Iwa-Jima and the flag on mountain peaks
Like the flag on the moon, stuck in time, not movin'
A shot up rpg military pack
the weight of keeping it real on my back
Public Relations is really a media toy used to spy on sounds
On those who come out the ghetto, black, and got racial bounds
We're fast becoming a wasteful ungrateful society
Digging Alaskan reserves are like ****ing virgin pussy
Centuries old and will last through the ages
Like guantanomo bay torture, detainees locked in cages
If I may step in and deliver a package
Of unmatched wealth, gold soil, and Swiss watches
A treasure chest is what fort knox is holding
They've got control of U.S. military forces
The sad times and the left is trying to report it
Publish the story, and it's subject to mad etiquette
Political Commentary on the television and radio
The old have lost their sight, youth is fed media lingo
i'm too lazy to make something new, but here's a rap i came up with on the spot against one of my friends who just randomly dissed me. it's not a freestyle cause i didn't spit it but it might as well be cause i didn't think about the lines they just came out.
Yo i know one ****ing thing about history
The polish got their ass kicked against germany
50 years they've been reproducing like crazy
Marcin you can't make rhymes even metaphorically
You're retarded, you don't know siht about me
I rap about global issues, not some fake as 50
So don't try and start rapping line obnox
You'll never be successful you ****ing european saus
I'll mix you up with you're whole kind of people
Live in a house, don't confuse boxes with steeples
Shit you got nothing on me, i'm above your style
I'll change the world while you be making my texttiles
Shit this rhyme is just getting started
October 24th, Buy my album, 10.25 for a dozen
You remind me of a hatin, poser, weak-minded publique
Think you know shit about rap, study immortal technique
Then you can ****ing come to me with some disses
But until the day you can't step to me with your whiteness
If you wanna start something, you know where to call
Keepin my rhyems fresh, this won't be forgotten next fall
Shit i'm tired of you playas pretending you can crit flaws
You don't know shit about music, till you realize my cause
In conclusion i'll know where to find you
So if your even worthy ya'll know who to step to
Alright, I got kind of a short one that I wrote when I was reading some stuff on the internet about the Patriot Act and shit that really pissed me off. I know it seems kinda spontaneous and out of order, but here it is anyways.
Pages on building a bomb can be posted by the NRA
But when a black anarchist posts the same, he's taken away
First Amendment is forgotten, it's now totally void
I oughta burn down the ****in' capital with my boys
'Cause then Sherman Austin might be set free
Don't underestimate the movement, our roots grow deep like a tree
As the revolution grows, Bush has no clue what's happenin'
He's too dumb to speak so he repeats the same thing over and over again
This land is like a human stock yard, we under their control
Why vote when the election's rigged like an Iraqi poll
Stand up and admit, your people are dying
Like childless mothers in the streets, you can hear their crying
E Pluribus Enron, you better ****in' watch your back
Cheney, we comin' for you first, you ****in' hack
And I'm not sure just what it is, but I can feel it in the air
My people, I am asking you not to despair
We must staqnd up and fight before the ball drops on 1984
'Cause this country is spreading like a virus, but the rich can still be stopped by the poor.
a little kid at the movies
I don't know what to say, dog
I'm sadden to tears
supposed to be a tough guy
I ain't cried in years
I try to seek comfort
and address my peers
they get tipsy wit me
all ditsy like Britney Spears
through the beer goggles
I still see my pain
got my friends with me
but I'm feel'n the same
am I still in the game
or should I through in the towel
should I stay and rock the joint
or should I go in a while
I'm gonna just head home
cuz my emotions have grown
might as well get it off my chest
and get it out of my dome
logged on to KMC
and get into the rhyme zone
the buttons get to click'n
I get chills in my bones
I'm sweat'n this, sh*t
this shows me who's inside
a little kid at the movies
who's mind is take'n rides
I'm ask'n was it too soon
that's up to you to decide
we all lost a good friend
the day that Superman die
(Rest In Peace) Christopher Reeve
🙁
A written freestyle, so technically not a freestyle, but i just wrote what came outa my head as it came out, no changes...took me about 3-4 minutes...i got inspired to do it after watching the last debates...you can obviously see what i thought about it...heh
Title: Last Debate Freestyle
So bush let me sit down with you
We’ll debate a bit about societal issues
Cause that’s the real issue at hand huh?
That’s what you ****ing think, you close-minded human flaw
Shit, I’ve heard all your rhetoric
Flip-flopping issues aren’t legit
Kerry don’t sweat that shit
Like name calling to a fat-*****
He’s better than you ya texas hick
Bush, you talk bout Iraq as if it’s a godly success
Holding elections, but will be disrupted by terrorists
But you can’t see the error in your ****ing ways
The people are losing, get your mind outa that cage
A future saddam gassing his own people with false information
You’re campaign points are pointless like a fetus in an abortion
So don’t declare yourself righteous and divinely super
You don’t remind me of god, you’re more like a Lucifer
Do gods play in the dirt, resort to fighting mortal wars?
Or do devils follow religious priests who molest little girls
Stop talking bout freedom, something you don’t grant everyone
What about homosexuals, or black niggas who be struggling in Harlem
Yo I just keep adding lines, I’m like Kerry, I’m on fire
Bush you’re straight telling lies, you’re a president for hire
Next campaign stop, Iowa, Nebraska, florida, and California too
Character doesn’t win elections, that’s why the last 4 years are a fluke
I’ll bring peoples back in time, remembering when you said
“Osama doesn’t ****ing matter, who cares if he’s dead”
I could be buying into the mass-media coverage
About your flip-flops and campaign shit
But Bush isn’t that exactly what you ****ing did?
This is a freestyle from the brain, written down on white paper
You’re a white-supremacist, “blacks are inner city kids with no future”
I’ll quote you too, even though you didn’t ****in say it
We all know what you meant you cocaine smoking pothead
Stop laying in deny, reading your book of the bible
Open your eyes, don’t judge a book by it’s cover
That’s why middle-easterners don’t respect you
Minorities oppose all your views they’re unable to chew
And the ****ing country you’re fighting for loves to hate you
You’re bringing about a division like never before
Wanna ban gay marriage while getting tips from a whore
You know your answers are fed to you by a headphone
If it’s not in your ear, it’s located on the deck-floor
And if we can’t find it, conspiracy theorist will deny it
At least we can admit when we speak double wrong shit
Unlike a Christian debating an open-minded Atheist