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Loeggg SITH LORD
Kill Count : 7178 Points : 7601 Age : 36 Home Planet : Kashyyyk
Aihe: Vs: Hyvät Freestylet Su Syys 19, 2010 11:08 pm
Joo pitääpi kuunnella. Ite näis asiois aika suomiräpuuno, et aattelee et friistaili on mielellään täysin improvisoitua settiä ja mitä vähemmän valmiita läppiä sen parempi. Että mä en oo jenkkiräpin freestyle-juttuja kovin hyvin tunne.
edit. Hiton outoa toi ku wincapitamiehen nimi sinisel, kun tottui purppuraan , niinku tää hymiöki. Ei kysyttävää siis
Aihe: Vs: Hyvät Freestylet Su Syys 19, 2010 11:12 pm
No jenkeissä käytetään kumpaakin merkitystä, mutta ilmeisesti tuo kirjoitettu muoto on vanhempi, en mäkään tästä esim. pari vuotta sitten vissiin mitään tienny
Tässä vielä canibukselta yks kova radiofreestyle mitä ei oo sen levyillä:
[Canibus] Yo, I radiate like plutonium rods that glow // Geiger-counters drum roll when I start to flow // Patriarch with the heart of Napoleon Bonaparte // Stomp across continents to conquer my art // I'm a millennium lyricist, Area-51 physicist // Rhymes hot enough to melt the wax off the turntable before the DJ even starts spinning it // My raps could melt the wax right off the back of Kid Icarus // Sharper than the shit you shank niggas with // Sharper than scissor tips, sharper than rings on RZA's fist // It's ridiculous how so many of you niggas figure that // Maybe we can get a name if Canibus disses us // I know how you niggas think // You figure since you already a pussy you might as well give me syphilis // Envious 'cause your rhymes are infinite // And you're lyrically limited to the little boxes you're living in // I'm as dangerous as they come, dangerous with or without a gun // I've been dangerous from day one // Rhyme flows explode like pyros // Stick to your ribs like chicken and thick gravy from Roscoe's // You get your head flown if you dumb in the dome // Or struck with some stones 'till you feel numb in the bones // You better keep your big mouth closed // Before I stick the muzzle of my chrome in that hole under your nose // Send a signal to my index and tell it to fold // In the direction of my wrist bones to release your soul // I told you to freeze, if I was you I would have froze // But you chose the other route and got blown full of holes // Pistol to your mug, cripple your tongue, rip through your lungs // Write your name on your tombstone scribbled in blood // Come on, give me a little love // There anybody out there that never felt one rhyme that Canibus bus'ed? // You a liar, liar, pants on fire // Watch the Goat with the ghostwriter get slaughtered by a tiger // Saw his video, uh, yeah // Smeared his career like doo-doo inside a diaper // My style is sicker than infected women and men // I'm so raw I could catch AIDS without sticking it in // Flip and dip like shrimps and scampi // Switch my language like a black kid raised by a Spanish nanny // To a level you could never explain // 'Cause compared to me your brain is the size of a sand grain // A real pain in the ass that got smacked for saying my name // And now you look like a ass in pain // Guess what? Got 'F'-ed up 'cause you shouldn't have stood up // Sweeter than a handful of granulated sugar //Niggas running they mouth like I can't get to them // But watch the shit hit the fan when that cat Can pull up // No question, get wrecked in less than a nanosecond // For messing with me or my brethren // You can't stop aggression, you can't hold back what's destine // And you definitely can't coach perfection // Be the only nigga standing after Armageddon // Take a hammer and smash the stone your name was etched in // Then I'll announce that I'm running for the new election // Anybody with an objection gets the death-sentence // Death by lethal-injection, death by being beheaded // Death by getting shot with a weapon, but if you want to be remembered // Then death by getting your head severed is an honorable way to end it //
jää kaikenmaailman celph titledtkin penkille istuu mun kirjoissa