gc freestyle
 

My name's billy what?
Optimist
When I'm mad, I'm opti-pissed
got depressed, and slit
my opti-wrists
but I missed
and hit my forearm
the fire alaram
ragging to the big bomb
crushed you now you are gone
straight up bombed you like you're Saddam
They say I'm a mad man
but they don't know my plan
to lay low, let it flow, take controll
then BLAM
just like vietnam
busting out from every angel
make you scream god damn!
Alone I stand
like a little kid, you should be playing the sand
but you think you're the man
so I had to take you out,
now your crew's at my command
I'll make this demand, you must understand
I declare myself in charge of this land

Pass the mic to die-oh-nye-sus
I suck at busting rhymes
But I'll try this
Time is running out
As the sand dribbles the suspense makes me want to shout
Where will I go?
I don't know
What will I do?
Of course something new
Who will I meet?
Hopefully someone sweet
Thinking about the end makes me worried
But in the new beginning, my past will be burried

take it slow take it slow
where ya gots ta go
ain't no place to be at
you chillin up on greek chat
s'almost 3 in the mo'nin
sho glad that it ain't sto'min
diva feelin kinda loopy
like i drank some juicy
filled to the rim with some gin
but nu-uh not taday
cuz it's only tuesday
just wait til friday
then i'll be
out
to
plaaaaaay

--and i'm OUT...PEACE :D

"when i'm mad i'm opti-pissed" heehee

I'll find myself a girl
And one day I'll see the world
don't scream and shout
just bust it out
and eat acorns like a squirrel.
I'll kill suckas like the son of sam
about to let y'all know, who I am
I'm the Billy Mother F****in M-A-N
Mobbin' with Wally Kempainen
Wanna drink the juice that's mixed with gin
if drinkin's wrong then let me sin
i think its about time for me to begin
If I drink to much, the bed might spin
just like a turn table
i'm willing and able
to drop bombs like Nagasaki, Hiroshima
Iraq and Iran
I read the Koran
Bible and Torah
If you're whack I'll ignore ya
reunite the diaspora?
I will ask but won't implore ya
Now you must think I've lost my mind
try to run sh*t by me like I'm blind
I see clearly cuz I got four eyes
white castle fries, only come in one size
I know new york, like Mammy O'Rourke
I eat that p***y like a goyim eats pork
I've been to Brooklyn, I've been to Queens
I ate chitlins and collard greens
And all alone I go through this
and as I go, Shall I exist?
But be warned though I got mad back
And my crew is ready to attack
we'll drop the napalm
just like in vietnam
like jamacian "one love, mon"
go and tell your mom
that after the show its the after party
and after the party its the hotel lobby
and after bacardi its a bottle of crys
and after all the rip offs
give back to jadakiss
your rhymes can be eraced
vanish without a trace
you got egg on your face
this is not the time or place
but its time to brag, and its time to boast
its time to be European and eat French toast
And if you're in Poland
then eat some Penakokin
walking around sober
looking for rum to put the coke in
you'll be in a sugar coma, like a diabetic
when i'm sippin on syzzurp
i'm drinking triametic
I've told you so many times
that no one can bust better rhymes
give up on rap, your style is wack
you're better off as Lee Anne Rhymes
Yeah thats right, you heard me right
I said the same word twice
and still sound nice.

As much as I would love to try, I know you all would only make fun of me. :(

Stop smokin the crack
Y'all are fricken wack
Don't waste the time
Cuz you can't rhyme
Just listen to me
And let yourself see
That I'll be back
With another attack!

I tested the waters, kid
but my drill needed a harder bit
or maybe a starter kit
for all that it mattered, shit
never knew what mattered then
just getting hammered again
battered with passions sin
quite simply, simply irrelevant
but i'm trying to develop it
this talent that i harbor, kid
throwing a minor fit
when i could not master it
on this master disk
an 8-track dat with this
finish with a 50 dis
and begin witha radio hit
recorded in my basement
based it on my life
on teenage strife
no bling-bling,
no hiding a knife
no battle-rap
no time for that
just idea and ability
a vision no one else can see
flowing supernaturally
stealing lines from biggie
stealing from rakim
and the immortal eric b
delivering it all from me
to all of you on gc

i'm wreckless and daring
without abandon
take a whole town down
and be the last one standing
people talk smack because they think they the s*
but they're like magicians with no tricks
take a lesson
from a soldier who is in command
stay away from rap
and go start a band



peace

This is funny....
 

This is funny, I actually freestyle but what yall are doing is a "keystyle" since you're typing it and not flowing (spoken).

But I'll play along, here's a keystyle

My flow are hard - like iron curtains that burden verdant servants
Or surgeons performing urgent services during my sermons
Dropping tripple turrets that can ripple others' endurance
To try and outrhyme me is a pointless unworthy occurrence
I'm watching the news and trying to keep my flow crisp
I'm glued to CNN watching terrorists turn into derelicts
They'll laugh in the face of danger and try to embarrass it
Martyrs barter in uncharted waters but the mines get hit
The dolphins scout em out, it's perilous to stare at this
Like a solar clipse gone erroneous
In England the Ministry has the cure, but vividly I'll explore
Till the end of my days, and vividly I emplore
The sinister's in store, while quotin' the Raven - "never more"
All these peeps are competing to survive the stampede of lies
Leading uncompromised lives, and I strive to do this under trials of fire
Walkin the hot coals through the the muck and quagmire
I'm a man of war, like man of wars in the ocean my words sting
I slam doors in the face of opportunity, I'm makin my own way
The unexamined life ain't worth livin, what else I gotta say
If the world's a stage I'm it's most convincing actor
I get pounced on by critics but boot 'em to the rafters

One...

actully i flowed first and then typed it. STop cheating.

okay okay,
"free-" "key-" or just GC- style
I make ya all look fake like UF and krystaal
Or should I say Cristal
because I come correct-ly
I dominate all
who dare to disrespect me

Optimist, KSig or Bro2B,
Can't nobody on this muh-f*cka flow with me
who woulda thought librasoul could kick this poetry
and show the gc haters how is sposed to be?

ooooh it was my gurl libra
commin in like a diva
soundin off her mind
to mr. optimist prime
don't be hatin on no one
we all got some rhyth-um
that goes to all the boys
who just like speakin some noise
gibba gabba come out
i'm thinkin "shut yo'mouf"
cuz it's the b*tches on here
who are keepin it real
this is all new to me
i'm as white as can be
but i try so hard
to kick it off the chart
to try and flow with the pros
my gc sistas and bros
i think i sound kinda wack
funny like billy-mac
but maybe not that good
kentucky sho' ain't the 'hood
so i'll just do this here
act like i got no fear
and just say what's up
let's pour another cup.............
yum.


just like to point out i like this thread :), and this is the most random thing i have ever participated in! LOVE IT! i'm impressed with our think-skills ;)

That was pretty good!

thank you, thank you....i'll be here all night. ;)

Libra, come on, go ahead, get up off your knees
Reading your "flow" is worse than getting HIV
Maybe not HIV, but the measles or chicken pox
Don't brag when you flow like a sandbox
You could sip on hot tea and when you spit
Hot shit wouldn't spew forth
I see you "come" dumb like Forrest Gump
But I'm ill and flowin like Peter North!
Don't try the rap game, ya might get d-bo'd
Screw that I'll stab ya with the fork in the road
I can hear yall reading my ish like woah
I lyrically stick my d*** in ya head and f' what you know

I didn't cheat either Optimist. Some people can rhyme, some can't. I spoke it and typed the one before this as I went along.