The FreakStylaz Anthem..ya' heard?

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Noble

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yo, when a freakstyla expresses his written/

time seems endless, it's like the clocks quit tickin/

the world pauses to hear what we're spittin/

bombs cease to fire, schools start dismissin/

the stars dont glisten/

weak mc's come up missin/

doctors stop operating, even the animals stop to listen/

so when strange things happen/

when rivers aren't flowin/

when winds aint blowin/

when oceans dry up, when plantlife stops growin/

when the whole world stops moition, we keep goin/

remember, it's not the end of the world, it's only us flowin/

now step into freakstylaz if u got some skills that need showin/

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Teck � {�� Ch�sen 1one}

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**record scratch**

Yo...this is like a taste of hip-hop's prophecy,

spoken words that you just foud out to be,

product's of possibly six of the world's hottest emcee's.

I'm too quick to even be measured with velocity,

I'll fill your entire notebook elaborating on my philosophy,

believing you nice cause ya' friends told you so,

well...not to me!

I spit and tell them cash bums to stop blockin' me,

we got wealth to make their shit look like poverty,

mad cause I got chics to do blow jobs for me,

wake up on top of me.

You can't rhyme here if you can't rhyme properly,

this is the beginning of a FreakStyle odyssey,

clicks can't outman us,

banned from all planets for creating rap monopolies.

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Lyrical Killa aka Phantom Menis

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Disguised through a computer, you can feel the heavy shots/

Cats with no talent causing malice, then brings in the levied plots/

A bevy of shocks brings in clotting and massive phantoms in/

The question's not who's the illest emcee, just the antonym/

Blessed comments, metaphorical majority of wrecked modern phonics/

Under industries umbrella, higher places of thoughts fathered through bionics/

Essential sonnets replaced by mental eruptions and hurtled wisdom�s/

Emcees rot, until commercialized presence huffs gas and hurtful weapons/

No longer evidential, especially stars opressin' lessons then boasts/

Sportin' compliments nestled under projects, lessens presented posts/

Incarcerated in English, hidden behind mics..Human generic existence/

Never in positions to listen, truthfully hesitant under genetics relinquished/

Generated thoughts extinguished, combine prodigal mental automatic/

Artists� money hungry, victims neglected and its mettle batter classics/

Standardized fashions and facets fuel the energy of entertainment/

Parental placements voiced, combine advances opposite of basements/

Wielding a mic and a mental, attack the industries tensive detrimental/

Aggressive essentials insisted in envisioned credentials/

Burns and decomposes domes in a corner prone to be afraid/

Terrific rhyme displays and its perpetual flow clots appraised/

Irrelevant malevolence clears the presence of superior evidence/

Who's ill's no longer significant in the past tense of the intelligent/

Vernacular's quake, replaced when the modern emcee breaks/

High standards not needed, though deleted with lives at stake/

we all wilen/

lyrically prilen/

and all out freakstylen.....1one

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AzNCeNSe .:{| Nexus Prime |}:.

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drop my verse f*ck that i drop em all

freakstylaz representing hiphop, all suckaz gon fall

from my 8 bars of pure lyrical adrenaline

thats in my vein and in this so called anthem

hand them a mic and tell em to start rappin

hand me a lyrical gat, wit metaphors a blastin

we launch avalanches like we was alaskan

now quit askin, cuz wit freakstylaz we devastate ur ass in.

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Burn Gottie aka Izzie Skuttles

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Freak it,freak what?freakstlaz,

The dopest lyrical emcees you will eva see, The best of the best,dont test or get put to rest,

Obsessed with a pen and a pad,dont get mad cuz you'll

other nets got cought like a fish in the net, our Battels raps end in bloodie combat,

why other raps end in lets be friends,

You'll might azz well be playing pretend,

cuz when our battels end theres never friends!

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E~X aka xplicit kontent

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yo the x freakstyla with a six sense-

but more like sick sense-

becuase these mutherfuckin verses combined with kontents curses-

is like micheal myers verses-

mystical mithical sea serpants-

invulnerable emcee to any of ya thugs half ass theatricks-

from a death vally vast with a wide range of cactus-

spittin out the mouth of madness-

leavin you lost in my verbal stratus-

the mic's my sole aparatus-

and wit the cord i leave niggas hangin like a bra thats strapless-

when i grabb a mic i hit harder then a gigantic commet to knock the planet from its axis-

my name E~X but why not E~K-

explicit here to rip shit through ya enyce-

and no matter what he say she say i'm bringing fourth the lyrical d-day-

in my eyes fire is what it consumes-

raining monsoones of doom-

future looks gloom-

sicker then a wedding with marylin manson as the bride an charles manson as the groom-

next on the mic is the next whoom get barried alive under a pyramid and in a sealed tomb-

the whole freakstylaz perimeter is desolate-

like a fuckin deadly disease was infecting it-

an it shows in my flows so,indefanite there's a lyrical demon possesing it-

you could get your intestines ripped-

after i feed you a mic an hit you in ya stomach while your still digesting it-

lyrics got ya mind spread an boggled-

niggas wit infered goggles-

guns with long barrel silincing nozzles-

technologicaly advanced makes an models-

two troops noble an xplicit dressed to kill in hooded fatigues-

with thoughts on there own wave length where intelectuals couldn't consieve-

another wonder of the world something god wouldn't believe-

niggas couldn't of figured im above the heavins-

where im takin rhymes is far in another essense-

where emcee's have power and non hip hop headz are peasants-

mounting a healthy steadfast steed battling a worthy aponnent-

but he bled fast an had trouble to breath after i luanched 33 lyrical

rockets that began homing-

im advanced/ past the legend of the lockness and cloning-

a caveman with a stone club an no clothing-

more complex then steps to decoding-

four iron tecks leaves you so shook you drop the shotgun shell you were loading-

the phantom of the micphone-

spittin so hard on the anthem my words is like stone-

embedding the setting-

with lyrical trama-

put niggas in the ER with holes in steel arma-

spit the flem-

full of fire an henn-

emcee's step up to me an get ripped to death an need they seams to they fuckin jeans hemmed-

im at the roots end mean friend ready to make spleans bend-

in freakstylaz my role plays a major factor-

beat you wit a bat that will make your fuckin back break in half an fracture-

rhymes for days long an after-

lyrical bastared-

walking ruff terrain unarmed but never capable to be captured-

same places but change faces like castur-

troy-

niggas lyricaly voide where E~X prohibited-

aint no luv here for me only druggs being distributted-

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