freestylers

Tha king mista sippi back in here one mo time with another off the mind
freestyle, check this shit out.



Mista Sippi keep it trill
like a hundid dolla bill
see me grippin on tha steel
while i'm workin wood wheel
pop a damn seal
hope my syrup don't spill
playa can you feel
all the tracks that i kill
try me and you die see
mista sippi keep it real
catch me in the trap
in tha middle of the jack
with a strap up on my lap
and a boppa in the back
mayne you know i'm sippin sap
4s tippin on the lac
trunk pop on savahnna and close in iraq
all about my bidness
i spit it wif tha sickness
leave some snitches in some ditches
and we ain't leave no witness
go and buy the blow
take it back and cook it slow
let all the junkies know
and then you rollin in the dough
keep it on the low
hope the folks don't show
cuz if them crackas catch you slippiin
you gotta fuckin go
holla at a hoe
thow a dolla on tha flo
i'm a balla thats 4 sho
i bet i get her thoat
said when she saw me ridin vogue
gotta hotta than a stove
she said i'm really feelin those
and needa see what i do it fo
i tell her that's fo sho
but i ain't trickin on no hoe
touch my doh oh hoe no
so my flow is blow foe blow
and colder than some snow
yo the nolia oh so thowed
tried to told ya now ya know
mista sippi flow is pro
so any hoe wanna go
i promise you'll go slow

ehhh, ill drop somethin..


fuck talkin behind backs, that a haters-choice//
throw mausberg shells deeper then vadors-voice//

dudes on a block where ya slang rock to live//
hoes on a clock where they bang cock to live//

your head leak liquid till your body get-it//
leave your hood in dread like a tsunami-hit-it//

boys keep talkin till the luger-jumpin//
got so many gats fred krugar-duckin'//



hahah, not sure if any of you understand the meta's and multies but it shows potential if you understand it.

you oughtta get some instrumentals on ur computer to rhyme to. helps to keep it organized ya know.
here's one to big poppa by biggie.

whether it's crispy or it's soft
i'm a bout let it off,
start it off slow, but
Lo behold!
I blast off.
Ima Master,
Campactor,
of the words ya heard
Me slur that u were
quickly running after.
Manufacture fiends that
that u'd of hafta seen,
to believe me cuz
I deliver em dreams.
once was an icon,
once,
once was on top of his game
but bit the dust.
One must
persevere to maintain
these days things just
never stay the same
in this paid game.
if u wanna do it big,
then say it loud
rattle rhymes offa ya chest
in front of crowds.
u gotta amount
to something more
than the miniscule
ridiculed hopes ur rappin for.
don't get that wrong:
keep ya dreams,
just keep in mind couple
of these things.
even when the pot seems hot,
starts to simmer,
the cookin seems done and
ya ready for a dinner,
don't provoke ya hopes
cause in a minute they'll turn
to steam and be out like smoke.
but if ya never choke
hold tight, if ya position's steady then
get ready u just might
reach the limelight.
rhyme tight, n stick ur slurs
n that's my advice now
let me your urs.

herbal medication
brings meditation
never surpass to bring the fast inhalation
mass motavation when slangin's your occupation
keepin the hate in my mindstate vaccant
but at times i be playing the same tracks
facing the same paths
from the choices in my past taken me way back
to this day i still be payin for the weed sacks so ease back
never had to quit never had to relapse
so while you try to get feedback on the way we act
why we blaze new paths
why we make new tracks
I have to see past
while fake cats wait for atomic blast
spred peace through the chronic sack
the speed of sonic fast
so take two hit then its a puff puff pass......

herbal medication
brings meditation
never surpass to bring the fast inhalation
mass motivation when slangin's your occupation
keepin the hate in my mindstate vacant
but at times i be playing the same tracks
facing the same paths
from the choices in my past
taken me way back
to this day i still be paying for the weed sacks
so ease back
never had to quit never had to relapse
so while you try to get some feed back on the way we act
why we make new tracks
why we blaze new paths
i see past
theese weak cats soon too meet the atomic blast
so i spread peace through weed sacks
at the speed of sonic fast
i take two hits and then its puff puff pass

accidently posted twice.....

Quote:

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Originally Posted by santacruz_organic

herbal medication
brings meditation
never surpass to bring the fast inhalation
mass motivation when slangin's your occupation
keepin the hate in my mindstate vacant
but at times i be playing the same tracks
facing the same paths
from the choices in my past
taken me way back
to this day i still be paying for the weed sacks
so ease back
never had to quit never had to relapse
so while you try to get some feed back on the way we act
why we make new tracks
why we blaze new paths
i see past
theese weak cats soon too meet the atomic blast
so i spread peace through weed sacks
at the speed of sonic fast
i take two hits and then its puff puff pass

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since day one they try to battle me
and still i never will conform to their normality
taking 20% of funds out of your salary
so you can pay for government casualties
overseas stopin hearts just to state their greed
this hate breed
and as long we keep eatin it
they will always succeed
so i rise to reality
sensless casulties end the race through genocide
where they hypnotise the youths eyes
with theese lies from theese leaders
and theese government teachers
who treat us as if we were born speachlees
where deliquents result to violence just to change the sequence
living life with out showing a meaning
so they deleting SS#'s on the daily
ratio grater of that then of the babies born
word is bond but tonight i leave these fuckin pages torn
till the dawin of light
so before you relate to hate take a better look at your life

dem bitches neva dreamt
that they'd be buried alive
or tied inside the back of my ride
i'm ridin down I-55 and I got the red eye
Brains feelin fried body in tha trunk
and you lookin surprised
that he look deprived
of oxygen that kept him alive
i can't lie
i can't stop
i got my glock cocked
i'm headed to ya block
pop three shots at ya top
watch ya body drop
ya body flop on the motha fuckin ground
take ya downtown
where tha cemetary found
put ya underground
6 feet
just cuz you wanna fuck with me
and take some weed
that i took for free
you wanna fuck wit me
you gonna die slowly
it's mista sipp bitch and you can't be
as bad as me
but cut the playin, i'm goin legit
you say you a balla but playa you's a bitch
you out here servin nicks
i'm out here servin tricks
you out here bouncin ounces
i'm out here bouncin bricks
i'm roamin at large
i ain't catchin no charge
i told you once bitch,
i'm dealin the cards
i'm real n i'm hard
i'm feelin ya broad
so i'm up in yo yard
and killin yo guard
drillin yo broad and
i'm still in yo yard
so i'm stealin yo car
i'm peelin it hard
sippin the barre
smokin on tar
bumpin on scar
while i'm flexin it far
mayne mista sippi sick as six asians
with aids bird flu cancer and sars

quick 4 liner from the top of the dome

unstoppable will power growing with the number
no time to slumber on ya toes maintaining order
head on the shoulders with a mask like vador
bossing troopers in a starship full of craters

I bomb you suckas worse than vietnam
like sadam, my words are worse then bombs
I kill for the love of killin im a villain
aint no batman to keep me from blood spillin
im ruthless you suckas think that you can all take me down
lets knuckleup im ready to thrown down
in a fight everynight bitch dont search for the right
cuz there is none, no good in me, cant you see
ill stab you with a needle contaminated by HIV
and bomb your city
so you hope for the best, but you got holes in your vest
I am the best you cant be me im the sickest mothafuckin mc
beleive me when I say ima kill you
I dont talk shit, look at you now your blue
drown your 4 year old in a pool
im the sickest listen to old school
ima bust a glock at your head and kill you
i dont lie i tell truths and speak truths
I dont care what you say i know im a brute
a serial killer for the cheddah insteda the bettetta is warmer then hell itself
helter skelter wasnt manson it was me
the coldest killer in the us is me
before i leave ill leave you with thought
you better run cause if u get caught
your dead with 2 shots in your cranium
insane in a asylum
so run bitch faster then the roadrunner
or your gunna be done and dead forever