Freestlyin', Funky yet Freaky

[u2popmofo]

Here's the space for you all to show what kind of mad skills you have as MC's. Show us if you have the skills to pay the bills.


Well it's about time, to show you all my rhymes.
Not being down would be a damn crime.
I'm the freakiest of MC's in the land of Interference,
Like a 747, I'm taking off so give me clearance.
I'm mowin' down MC's, so whatcha thinkin' mister?
If you dont like me, you can kiss my frickin' kiester.

Mad props to my man Cujo on the thread idea. Shout out to my Interference gangstas. Peace in the Middle East. I'm out.

 

[yertle-the-turtle]

I can rhyme
Hey yea I can rhyme
All the damn time
Pull out an AK
Got a BA
In like MCing
'cos I'm being
the best
in the west
and the east
not to say the least
'cos bloody muthaf**kin hell
I can rhyme and I can spell
Yea I can rhyme
All the time.

Crikey that sucked.

 

[beegee]

rafinee'
hey
i'm out
shout
where ya goin'?
thought we was flowin'
sumthin' growin'
my mistake
wanna be awake
not take
space up
in your life
be your wife
class?
knocked on my ass
hiphop
trip, and stop
seven sundays
suffer through
you
no trust
combust
love like
a blister
hey, mister
will you dance with me?
send your fuckin' pants to me
dance with me
fuck
vegas ain't about bars
it's the stars
whenhiphopdrovethebigcars
on the crossroad
watch me implode
you're my
thugpoet
and you know it
take your shoes off
fuck romance
let's dance...

 

[cell]

my mind's going fast
like on a racetrack
its on the brink
is it love or lust
my heart's gonna sink
i wish there were no pain
but its what i hafta gain
confusion is real
the devil's gonna
make me a deal
be strong, be proud
i can't let my mind
be in this cloud

 

[u2popmofo]

This is a little ditty Cujo did over in Random last night, thought I should include it.


I gots the mads skills that give ladies thrills
I'm a stone cold killer and love machine
and my one and only duty
is to please that booty...
word to your mother

(for miss cleo)

 

[cujo]

What's up y'all kick the 'ference
cujo making his first appearance
layin' down the steam
that gonna make you dream
you could rhyme like my stylin
free flow hip low J-Lo mindin
Can I get a shippity ship
whats with all this shippity shit
Can't you do better than this
I don't think so suck my kiss

(In honour of Anthony Kiedis)

Props to mofo

 

[bonosloveslave]

 

[cujo]

Straight outta Cowtown
makin some noise
the righteous dj with the killer voice
always makes the ladies praise and rejoice
for the arrival
...of the true rival
the king of the streets
layin to the beats
mix master MC's
can't handle my peeps
so I busted out and
proclaimed to the world
stand back as a new DJ unfurls
Don't give him hell
he ain't no gusto
give it up for the main man mofo...

 

[Schmeg]

I can't think of anything so I'll just admire.

Word to your mother.

 

[cujo]

don't diss what thou can'ts do...
my first one sucked... my second one is better
what do you expect from me anyway?

Who said U2 fans could carry a beat... I live in the suburbs damn it!!!

 

[cujo]

BTW ... I think mofo wanted this thread to be "oldschool"... my rhymes are supposed to suck.

 

[bonosloveslave]

my rhymes are supposed to suck.

Doing an excellent job at that
But what the heck do I know, I ain't down wit dat

 

[cujo]

But what the heck do I know, I ain't down wit dat

I know that's why I don't care what you say... one day I'll make it... now stop wasting space... more freestylin' less talkback.

 

[u2popmofo]

Boo to the ya, sweet sassy molassy.
Cujo's got the rhyme's like my dad's got gassy.
Kicking it old school in the land of Canada,
You diss this thread and we'll reprimand ya.
Slammin' down the beat and eatin' up the meat,
Cujo's not down with the fetish of feet.

 

[IWasBored]

 

[Stories for Boys]

it's funny how the 'burbs make a no name rhyme
ghetto ain't no battle until you're there all the time
why we pretending that we go the beat?
when all of us'd be dead if we stepped out on the street
it's clear yo that freestylin' ain't my thang
i don't know what up with bling bling
i'm gonna stop now cause i know i ain't tight
cause yo, i actually realize that i'm white

 

[hiphop]

like a bliss on the cover of elle mag call low
i?m gonna blow straight rap to my brother cu jo
keep the flow when yo rhymie get yo hit from the bong
so you jammin down the street of interference with a taste

on your tongue, tastey jee - u - n to the k
keep the gun in your pocket when you walkin down the way
for the light of day is way more blissnin than you peeps
all you hustlers all you creeps jump the back of my jeep

we may go cuz its time to watch rhymie?s weed grow
gonna pick you up when its time for the show
whats this - bee gee eighty four
whats this - bee gee eighty four
she gonna rappin it down till you can?t rap no more
she gonna rappin it down till you can?r rap no more

whats that in your nose kid you just watching t.v.
but at the place of cu joes you gonna be free
get your ass on the truck follow the follow me car
take it easy sleazy gonna take you out far

 

[cujo]

dubya double h
to the d
to the b
to the c
mix master hip hop layin on the mic with authority

hangin in cujo and mofo's haunt now
disregard the chumps that rhyme like lil' Bow Bow
Drive low ride low
down the streets
Drive low ride low
in my peep's jeep
homies in the back
shootin down
ready for attack
can't hold back
bonosloveslave whack
below the belt
with the words that stain the forum with slurs
hey wait back up she listens to Fred Durst.

 

[u2popmofo]

dubya double h
to the d
to the b
to the c
mix master hip hop layin on the mic with authority

hangin in cujo and mofo's haunt now
disregard the chumps that rhyme like lil' Bow Bow
Drive low ride low
down the streets
Drive low ride low
in my peep's jeep
homies in the back
shootin down
ready for attack
can't hold back
bonosloveslave whack
below the belt
with the words that stain the forum with slurs
hey wait back up she listens to Fred Durst.

Much props and respect for this. Best thing in this thread so far in my opinion.

BOO YA BIOTCH!!

 

[beegee]

cujo
oh no
see now, there you go
don't be a dissa
to the BLS sista
she got her opinions
like you got all yo' minions
popmofo
iwasbored
not anymore
cloggin' up the random
can't even undastand 'em
sicy shoulda banned 'em
word.

 

[Cajun]

zoom da zoom da zoom da zay
sit back relax and I'll make a yo day
radical concepts that's my choice
freakin to the music while you flow to my voice
but yo let's face it
it's time to get back to the basics
sing a simple song that goes on and on and on
I'm rising to the top just like a King Kong
And guess what?
I got it going on!!!

 

[cujo]

oh you better run lola
messin with the mcs of a higher rola
mixin threads and peoples heads
dissin mics with greater cred

bonosgirl you don't have to worry
his back will be fine in a hurry
so you can go back to PLEBA and drool
because in this thread you sound like a fool

Bring it on PLEBA!!!

 

[u2popmofo]

Miss Cleo Love Song:

You're the most bootilicious honey on the face of the planet,
You've got it goin' on like Jackson to the Janet.
You told me my fortune and that was dope,
In your lovin' and kissin' I do hope.
If you ever pose for Maxim, I'd like to be the photographer,
Compared to you, Ghandi looks like a child pornographer.
Aint got nothin' but love for your sex azz voice,
If I had the cash, I'd buy you a Roll's Royce.
You got's the dopest freakin' psychic network phone line,
I wish, how I wish that you were all mine.

 

[beegee]

oh shit.
now you know i ain't no pleban
can't hear what i'm believin'
yeah this bono's cool
but i ain't the type to drool
and if you're down with hiphop
then i'd suggest you best stop
dissin on his baby
because it makes him crazy

 

[cujo]

bonosgirl... you've got what I need
but you say he just a friend
but you say he just a friend.

 

[cujo]

Miss Cleo Love Song:

You're the most bootilicious honey on the face of the planet,
You've got it goin' on like Jackson to the Janet.
You told me my fortune and that was dope,
In your lovin' and kissin' I do hope.
If you ever pose for Maxim, I'd like to be the photographer,
Compared to you, Ghandi looks like a child pornographer.
Aint got nothin' but love for your sex azz voice,
If I had the cash, I'd buy you a Roll's Royce.
You got's the dopest freakin' psychic network phone line,
I wish, how I wish that you were all mine.

Who says hip-hop subjugates women... this is the best love song since unchained melody...

Miss Cleo
this is my love cry
why don't you reply
I love you everyday
I phone and even pay
to hear your voice
again and again
tellin me to f*** off
hang up
and dial a friend

 

[cujo]

Texas Trio, Utah mofo
beatin the system
with def precision
thread won't close
no knockout
no decision
Back in tha day
we were fine
to sit back and take crap
from forum leader's staff
but no longer its time for a risin'
hip hop be bop stone cold stylin'

 

[Cajun]

Damn I'm reading all these sad ass rhymes
and they be reminding me of such sad times
Days of when Vanilla and Marky were considered the best of mcs
man I just wanna say jigga please
Who do you all think you are?
With those skills you will be in my garage camping out in my car
You just wish that you were have as fresh as me
But you can't even come close unless you're italian like the queen Sicy
word life

 

[u2popmofo]

Henry Rollins is Wak:

Yo, who is that man dissin' at U2's door?
Talkin' mad crap and treating Bono like a whore?
Giving his crap opinion, like anybody cares
Up his anus I like to place and light a couple flares.
He's got a fat neck, and looks like a freak.
He makes crappy songs, and acts like they're sleek.
How dare you talk crap about U to the 2,
Up your ass I'll now place my whole damn shoe.
In that one song, you said you were a Liar,
When I'm done with ya, you'll be a little crier.
Now the tables have turned, and I'm dissing you,
Henry frickin' Rollins you're a pile of poo.

 

[cujo]

Cajun cajun tryin to be Canadian
hell your not even acadian
losing your words and declarin your a better man
dissin and throwin down just as best you can
but if you ain't got the skills why bother
go on listen to more Kid Rock your headbangin father

word out old school
check out the hook while my dj revolves it