Freestyle Thread: The New Year Edition

[Shin_Jinlaw]

Post your rhymes here.

For my man Cupil....

I got money on my mind, and mind on some honey
I liked what you spitted, but real talk dawg
Your level of what you call "fire" is baloney
I don't warp the Matrix world
Not only do I manipulate it, but I can treat you like spam
Delete it.....ashes to dust (whoo!)
Like a cherry pie to a graham cracker crust
Flow sweeter, sick beats and rhyme
I can get your girl's pelvic to thrust
A blastimus/ I'm hazardous on the game
Crack fiendish, and that's my free will
It's not like I choose to be ill, because I try to rock skill
I don't have to take the red or blue pill
Because I chose to take the green pill
Got boys wondering in the neighborhood asking
Yo Nu Jin, you just put your hand in the air, what's the deal?
Stun you like brain freeze, and the battle is just beginning
*Sits in a meditating Genocidial stance*
Because there's no chance of you winning

[Fred Duran]

I'm not out to win, only to make some noise,
Without the use of Matrix analogies or neighborhood boys.
But even still, in this head of mine is a den of rhymes,
That would definitely make holdin' a pen a crime,
Let alone puttin' the tip to paper, that's insane,
Cuz you'd get 20 to life for just writin' your name.
So imagine what you'd get for writin' a rhyme,
You could be in your genocidial stance and still do less time.
Sublime? Maybe. I'm spittin' straight this time,
Perfect? Almost, so you can rate me "9".
Or if you're feelin' generous, you can rate me "10",
At which point I'll thank you and your round will come up again,
And the battle will continue unabated and undeterred,
Two grand master warriors of the rhyming word,
Tradin' verbal jabs and lyrical attacks,
Tryin' to see who's crack, and conversely, who's whack,
But I deal with absolutes, so I must be on the Dark Side,
An unfortunate result of my training with The Dark Mind,
In summation, they always say justice is blind,
But in this rap game, it's poetic justice, and it's rhyme.

[Shin_Jinlaw]

Sick man....just sick!!

(Rhyme inspired by the beat "Second Round KO" by Canibus)


Yo....

I slay worlds with pens
Yeah/ I write rhymes with the Matrix analogy
And you expect me to pay my dues with an apology?
I'll admit, saying you won't win may be big talk
This journey that I'm taking now
I have to chalk it up in experience, and make that walk
With that out of the way
I try to rhyme non-lyrically
I flow spiritually/ These brothas don't hear me
I may spit intelligently/ Grammar with loose language
Feelin' Me?
Real talk, they're killin' me
But this warrior won't die
Genocidial tendices. When I'm in that mode
It's like (real talk) man, woman, or child
I don't care who's in this world/ Slash katanas
Decapitations would be a ritual, and yes with the Matrix visuals
You won't see blue or green
But me in your after-life in red, killing you
The results of the Keysi training meditational
Take blows, absorb, wait for the openeing
And leave you in a bloody mess without hestation
And send you to your death destination
Note this....
I don't care who's feelin' this, or who's hearing this
When my intelligence is contested
I don't care what graduate school you came from
Or what degree you major in
Unless you provide me a link
The burden of proof is on you

(Didn't rhyme at all. The beat ended)

[rummblestrips]

I am a tree
and I'm happy as can be
That's why I'm a tree

[Shin_Jinlaw]

(Inspired from the baet "How You Feel" by Nujabes, Fat Jon, and Me)

Yo....

For real. I had to calm down. Lay in the grassy fields for this. I was contemplating this in my mind. Well...let me explain...

A calm before the wind of all sorts
I'm talking like a regular human being
But to me you are a goddess of all sorts
Write you in my book of life like a good report
Now I'm resorting all the fantasies from when I was a child
I grew up from a life of which some may not understand
Remembering when you stood beside me then
Took my hand, pulled me by your side, and we just danced
When I looked into your eyes, heaven knew at the time
That you were a godsend
To describe you further, it started from your rare personality
Nobody didn't understand you like the way I did
Because I don't care about your nationality
That's reality-never bites
From your eyes, it just flowed from there
I know it's not nice to stare, but let's keep it real
Your body's vicious
Your personality is non-ficticious
Your smell is like a vanilla-bean Ice Cream
Two scoops of eight essential vitamins and minerals
Delicious
Like Rummble Strips/ Her love is that Ambitious
Packing heat like ammunition
The only thing I can do for now
Is just lay my head down to rest
And just think of nothing but the best
Memories.......
About How You Feel *echoes*

[Fred Duran]

You have an amazing grasp of imagery there my man. I can see those animated watercolor painting things that they put on commercials of pretty much everything going on there

You're talkin' like you're a human being of the norm,
Talkin' 'bout the calm before the wind when it's really me who's the storm,
I'm rhymin' without beats, goin' a capella,
Stoppin' fellas real quick, I gots to tell ya,
My mere words alone can turn a man to Jell-O,
Meanwhile, I keep myself calm and mellow,
Signs of lyrical genius abound, as rhymes seemingly come up out of the ground,
And circle around until you're completely surrounded by sound,
But never fear for your life, cuz although this pen is sharper than a knife,
It's only used for cuttin' off mental eyelids to give fools their sight,
Heavenly duty? Maybe . . . perhaps,
God knows there's gotta be a reason for these smoothly-spit raps,
Other than the entertainment of the masses,
As I spit to beat-boxin' in the halls between classes,
Renderin' hall passes useless as kids forget the time,
Waitin' not-so-patiently for their chance to get to rhyme,
But my flow never ends, I just put in commas,
And pick up where I left off puttin' your heart into trauma,
I'm better than the best of the best, you can wear a vest,
But my words'll go straight through to your chest and give you cardiac arrest,
And when you wake up you'll realize you couldn't beat this obstacle,
Findin' yourself hooked up to machines in the local hospital,
Just kiddin', that's messed up, I know, it's true,
I'd kill a mo-fugger if he did that crap to you,
DW-ers unite, stick together, and don't be runnin',
Stand and fight, cuz accordin to J. Dahl, the zombies are comin'.