flow session bout ur own skills

[Blazeon]

who ever wants to get in on this do it and flaunt ur skillz...

man this shit is real/ understand that bitch or taste my steal/ never put my guard down lift up my shield/ rippin u to pieces on this battle field/ fuck this im goin to the top/ cuz i got/ the lyrical skill/ that u feelin the most/ burnin yo lyrics have em lookin like toast/ thats what happens when fuck this coast/ its west side/ and yall know im down to ride/ like bonney and clide/ dippin side to side/ hittin switches/ in tha 6-4 slangin drugs makin my riches/ givin stitches/ to loud bitches/ not givin a fuck/ yall know wassup/ mossberg pump/ is how i handle funk/

 

[King Dubb]

pretty coo, the way you type it make it look choppy but its aight

hard to make some gangsta flow extra ordinary...

 

[Suspect]

^^ i agree with dubb work on your format and that shit would flow a lot smoother but not bad home boy keep spitten

 

[Dr. Curien]

I spit nothing but acidic flows/
Lays life down down as lyrical mystery shows/
Spits slow as liquer flows/
Down the esphagous to the black hole/
Pit of my stomach need to pump it/
Wake up with my head split/

Epidemic

 

[Blazeon]

aight... appreciate the comments but on tha real, they only freestyle but e-nuf bout that let me c if i can get sumthin better....

i put u an' yo ryhmes 6 feet unda/
hittin u hard like thunda/
flash on u like lightin/
if u aint a bitch stand up lets get to fightin/
but im warnin u i got hot heatas/
im throwin swingas/
straight at yo face/ like torpedoes/
have yo brains all ova the place/ like mashed up burritoes/
im stackin chips but not doritos/
the real paperback greens/
still only in my teens/
and im makin niggas twitch like crack feins/
leavin bullets in they splein/
cuz ima thug/
and u know i got tha mean/ mug/
that mutha fuckas hate so they wanna spill my blood/
but i leave'em layin dead on tha rug/
no body parts left cuz i squashed him like a bug/
----------------------------------------------------------------- new flow
im droppin tracks/
back to back/
spittin raps/ that get u high on contact/
so what yall think about that/
im runnin wit 2 straps/
dressed in all black/
cuz im on the attack/
creepin like a cat/

 

[PowderedLab]

I bust with venom, corroding your organs/
Making you numb, stabbing you with crayons/
You die dumb, with wax in your urinal tracts/
I count sum, money signing the contracts/
Just a crumb, killing the facts/
Asked to censor, but I can't/
I'm a lyrical dis-penser and I spit what I rant/
I try not to swear but I spill/
I try to care, but where's the thrill/

Peace!

 

[King Dubb]

the THRILL is behind that mighy mighty DOLLA BILL//
come out from HIDING already FIGHTING this WROTWIELER gone KILL//
somebodys white blood cells about to SPILL for RILLA im poppin PILLS for the MILLA//
more BANANA CLIPS than a mother fucking GORILLA//