The FreakStylaz Anthem Vol.3...ya' heard?

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ A NTHEM V OL.3
March 9, 2003

R.I.P.

Biggie, 2Pac Makaveli, Eazy-E, Big-Pun, Big L, Jam Master Jay, Left-Eye, Coughnut, DJ Threat, Seagram...hip hop lives thru us!

Madman lyracist
...b4 there was FS there was not many like this.....
this is a creation of classics.
no other can be or will be like home of hip hop we rest are lyrics on.
FreakStylaz y'all.....

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Noble

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for freakstylaz, I put my heart in a verse/

and Ima start the 3rd anthem like I started the first/

every bar is rehearsed, the way I planned it out/

to my mans, I got that answer now,/

unity, thats what the fuck I think the anthem�s bout/

freakstylaz hand is out to every mc wit a hot line to drop/

whether we get signed r� not, freakstylaz is still are final spot/

we got what are rivals want, we hold the belt while they strive for a title shot/

illness is vital we thrive on alot, thats why we got the online on lock/

my rhymes gotten as ill as my mind got, who thinks that im not/

cuz for freaks i�ll leave netcees slaughtered like livestock,/

by god, for tekk i�ll leave forum owners in the water wit five shots/

best believe every freak got the type of love that ive got/

like it or not, with every week thas gone by another freak ties the knot wit a raw rhyme/

quick on the draw my lines get writ wit dead-on aim john wayne type shit/

i spit the illest rhymes in between two breaths/

who bets i cant use mets to break a boys bones like roy jones wit a right n� two lefts/

i superset ill punchlines wit hot words whos gonna spot me if i drop the verse/

i got the urge to flex when rappin, did i happen to mention im lyrically fit like dexter jackson/

you met yer match when you come a cross a man wit a passion for masterin flows in such a fashion/

stop askin this freakstyla for answers, you must first learn to understand him/

and if you hadn�t heard tekk in the 1st anthem, you cant rhyme here if you cant rhyme properly,/

a freakstylaz philosophy, were not tryin to be cocky, we�re jus known to be that skilt/

home to a freakstyla.............the house that rap built/

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Madman Lyracist

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FS WE CHANGIN DA GAME/

we bring pain ta ya name/

da realest of FS spit to out shit in ya brain/

niggas be so real others wanna bitch and complain/

still rock da board fs came to stop da war/

changin it all up wit organization/

drop hip hop shit till war in yo eye is haten/

creating twist ups that got u spittn to ya friends wit ya fist up/

we twist shit up twistedly it forming hiccups/

some come and go, the ones that stay is on top knotch level/

fs we like a cocked glocked devil/

only real skill builds feilds thicker then shields/

u cant bust wit for one week/

different styles we gather to learn more of hip hop in ones speach/

combine that niggah,we unstoppable wherever da scenes may be/

think of this live!niggah our styles is beyond crazy/

if FS was a label we would be kings of da underground/

wonder how?

i know but whats crazy is immagination leads to reality/

what we have here,u aint gots to be da one telling me/

talent,one who see's not is one who can sustain pound for pound punishing/

fs we run this ring/

more then one is king/

till we can be discovered as one we can fucken bring/

this hip hop era to whole otha meaning............

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Travesty* .aka. the worst kept secret

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this is what i do...

The Freakstylaz empire reigns supreme, we all spit mythical and drop mysticism...|

plus we saved hip-hop by bringing back the lost art of lyricism...|

you could say that we house a plethora of perfectionists, true to life hip-hoppers...|

and each of us will continue to spit 'till our biological clocks stop us...|

the envy of internet emcees and the breeding ground for future greatness...|

got to tha top on variations when the rest was still practicing using the basics...|

The FreakSkwad paved the way, and Tekk programmed us all to kill...|

so you could say we rescued rap by droppin' shit for the people to feel...|

writin' wit fire, and makin sure whatever we speakin' is ill, we keepin it real...|

a dynasty like none other, still laced with infinite potential...|

with fever minded individuals, the product of hip-hop influenced mentals...|

a cream of the crop core, heart of the underground and we'll never fall from the top...|

or fall off cuz we make sure we put our hearts in all that we drop...|

and it's makin 'em mad that it'll be a long time before we stop or depart...|

Tekk and Sparxx paved the way, E~X, Noble, LK, and Blaze were pioneers...|

now Me, Fury, Can, LT and Kriza vow to hold the empire down for years...|

me and my FS brothers don't simply spit bars, we mob on a track...|

and drop more bombs on a beat than Bush 'bout to drop on Iraq...|

we rescue rap each time a FS vet bless a track and when we write with fervor...|

saw the game drownin' and threw hip-hop a FreakStylaz life preserver...|

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Fury aka Furioso [Tha 5th Horseman of Doom]

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submittin' my two cents breakin' off dis anthem-

year 2 G 3, i'm still countin' emcees in my intestines, which i'm digestin'-

distract you while you payin' attention-

deficit ya comprehension, wrists slit by lyrical extensions-

tha gawd slashed you, holdin' swords of FS's best assasins-

Kontrakt Killa akb Furioso cess wrappin'-

reppin' Staten Island with FreakStyle as my second home-

part of those whose talents did nuttin' but grown-

from tapping these keys or holdin' a fuckin' microphone-

niggas came and went, got swept off and mercilessly wept on-

spittin' mockery get ya payback properly-

we test ya dome's properties and send you off to the networks of subpar emcees-

those who stayed get strayed in the direction of greateness-

by Body Blows in the Coffee Shop that penetrate ya Essence-

everybody representin' on the anthem-

FreakStylaz.com is all you hear Gods mention-

every emcee brought to levels of superior excellence-

lines of high fire-power and combat adaptiveness, the Specialist-

Agents of Secret Intelligence, Hitmen and Terrorists-

X-jail Residents and Noble, Tekk-holding Presidents-

Lyrical Killas in the Sik Shadows of Madmen and Cannibals-

we like sum damn animals devouring amateurs-

cuz we've had enuff...

.:Hook:.

Xplicit

xplicit�s just a mere building block to what freakstylaz be constructing-

we�re like lightning to metal objects cause it�s obvious, we�re shocking with flows we keep conducting-

Tekk

To Freaks its nuthin, just store these spits and preserve these flows,

cuz FS will be the last ones standing when the curtain's close.

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E~X the xplicit kontent aka X-kon

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the anthem part 3, i can only understand this hardly....cuase i�m so ahead of my time in this art form-

i find myself presentin� my rhyme on part 4-

we far more hands on advanced....witout us the future of emceeing wouldn�t have had a chance-

we�re raps last leg to stand on needless to say it wouldn�t stand a chance-

now don�t get cuaght up in the bafflement of style i�m rappin� wit-

lambent spit words herd like cattles get-

fast as shit travelin� wit the speed of light runnin kneck an kneck steadily passin� it-

serving food for thought thas stashed in my mental cabinet-

i dibble an dabble wit spittin� extravagant scripts thas passionate-

mentally unbalanced wit sick scripts showing up on FS board fast quick, miraculous-

as THC in a non weed smoking felon�s urin analysis-

emcee�s are out of shape while lyrically my talents fit-

got scholars studyin� files and documents in question of if even my type of style exists-

it was destiny cuase we aint find freakstylaz, freakstylaz found us-

cause technically freakstylaz wouldn�t be shit witout us-

lyrically we wreck emcee�s and all other boards around us-

the founders of the most skilled lyricists that be the illest to date-

when we write we put the mutherfuckin iLL in ustrate-

my pen paints a perfect picture i aint ja or erve gotti but i�ll probly murder ink ya-

xplicit�s the verbal sphinx fa� completion of the egyptians lion like figa-

rhymin� like an enigma that a stick ya� like a rigamortis-

shinnin� with mental high beams spittin flawless-

it�s similar to dental hygiene when i floss dis-

you either on our dick or you aint shit so get da fuck up off us-

and if u proceede to enter please be extremely cautious-

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Thug+angeL a.k.a bebe \\'arrior

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Freakstylaz started controlling the battlefield as other armies became self-annulling

The emcee death rate wuz tolling until the Freaksquad kept its soul in

Creating a new breed of emcees with skills unfolding

Can't nobody be a vet to this board cuz this war's still going

Got mothers prayin to the Lord but their babies keep enrolling in hip hop's name

All expenses paid cuz only FS can afford the talent in the blood flowing through these veins

All arrangements made for these soldiers to strap up and begin to train

It's like we were born to rein when u see the way we be handling our lyrical revolvers

Flip the lips, lift the tongue, strip the blade, SPIT, and leave u floating in the harbor

After all this time Freakstylaz still hasn't starved ya

We rehabilitated hip hop after radio waves marred the art of this flame

They debilitated rap when they couldn't tell the heart from the fame

FS eliminated the money making game and turned it into life's essence

Breaking it away from its suicidal phase and walking it through its adolescence

We're descendents of the true hip hop legends, the only emcees to reach third base

Other cats couldn't trace our lessons cuz they speaking in a different cAsE

They could never embrace our freaking faces cuz we are the hip hop race

.:Hook:.

Lyrical Terrorist

You roll with FS and you know your the best/

Our tounges unleash acid while our flames smolder the rest/

Tekk

Lyrical holes in your chest that penetrate lobes and open your flesh/

this is flows at its best listen up cuz Da Chosen 1one's next/

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Tekk *(-ToppGunn-)* aka Da Chosen 1one

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Given the time, thirty seconds is all I need of spittin this rhyme,

I must be committin a crime the way I have emcee's hooked like they was sniffin my lines.

Addicted to bars, FreakStylaz homie we get wicked wit ours,

you wanna save rap?

liquify my body and tell future emcee's to sip it through straws.

Cuz it's at a point now where you can't be a rapper if you can't afford a six,

y'all commercial rappers is gettin scary like horror flicks.

How much more of this is to come, a little more maybe it's not,

fukk hall of fame, when they announce rap all-time lineup save me a spot.

They gave me a shot, physicians said that illness was my diagnosis,

Oakland's home of the chosens...it's the broke mens-

...tality (mentality), coverts make it pro with others advice,

my mother was right, artist painted raps' downfall the color of ice.

Smoothered the life, but can't strip the thoughts we know and own,

dumbassadors, losing the essence of hip hop ain't the only war going on.

I'm flowing on, reppin FS with my face in the sky,

"I'm not facin this guy," y'all wack boards can get it cuz someone has to die when nation's collide.

Blowing clouds like I'm tastin the sky, and I'm drinking the wind,

might as well raise the Alert Level to red as long as there is ink in a pen.

Bring heat to the end, and gas for the emcee who's next to test me,

or second guess me, FreakStylaz y'all, got the game shook like epilepsy.

R.I.P. | Uncle Ricky | Grandpa Thornton |

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Lyrical Terrorist

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With flows that are hot we rose to the top, 3rd anthem kid, exposing the plot/

Exploding the shots, we made netceeing now foes owe us props/

Freakstylaz saved the game, other sites still trying to make a name/

Fuck it i dont even state my claim, i pummel all with an undertaking rage/

Who the fuck wanna battle me, if i was built by fisher price you couldnt rattle me/

Im ill causing causalties, rocking mc's casually in some lugz and tees/

Dont fuck wit me, im iller then dump trucks full of needles with dieases/

An element of all spitting ether till it freezes, my soundwaves swell ya tweeters/

I raise hell with heaters, when i crept to FS i turned into a reaper/

Now niggas souls are burning threw the reefer, LT excelled from nobles critique/

Now cats are learning from this teacher, im yearning to defeat ya/

Turning into the feature with flows that go till im dead like my blood stream/

But ill still be spitting beyond the grave like pac be, FS reached the top like rocky/

I elevated my game so now i spit hot and cocky, pop tha shotty im putting heat to ya/

Like an iron, i strike like lions, making hybrids from styles like tigons/

Profyleing and riding, i spit fire deciding when the hitman for hire is striking/

Uncontrolled, who ready to get gunned with flows, this is heavier then punishers toes/

Im the one to blow, with the hottest motherfucking team out when the sun dont show/

Im just a rookie that crumbles foes, leaving they chest pressed in like i mugged a hoe/

Im humble though, too much pride not go, FS is at the top like LAVA with hot flows/

I Designed my rhymes to allign the times until im deceased known as a a mind of crime/

Systimatic, i spit the havoc around the globe until i flip the atlas/

My tounges rapidly moving to spit cuz it itch like rashes, FS equiped with status/

Who could resists the baddest, LT on the team, a vicous savage, get the package/

Thats right imma fucking bomb the track until you think Bin Ladens back/

Sharp as tacks, my signs are vital giving ya heart attacks, im rampid/

When i spit it struck black gold like the clampets, i egnite the anthem/

Bruising foes with smooth flows that menstruation couldnt put a cramp in/

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Blaze

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Chek it�

Define a Emperior,but theirs no real definition-

Freakstylaz dot com is where I�m spit�n so write down the link mentioned-

the real ABC henchmen,Anti-Biters Coalition-

the flowz is alwayz switching like the rhymes are mixed in emcees kitchens-

were a institute of intuition-

brought together by Tekk�s invisions to live by forever like worthy traditions-

unique like hydrographic inscriptions-

Blaze is the first to witness-

Freakstylaz vetz are the Saviors of rap like jesus-

so u gotta believe us and add the rookies to the twist-

to fallow in our footsteps like a worthy apprentice-

classic flowz are reminiscent-

keep the Blaze burning slow like lighted insents-

cuz were living on forever-

A thru Z niggaz,we stand for every letter-

So who the fuck can cut better like meat cleavers slicing thru chedder-

putting wack boards into shreadder and getting the plucked like feathers-

cuz we always�spring�forward like�summer�weather-

nobody can match our level,we have exceeded the highest platforms-

Freakstylaz started off when Tekk was born,and ever since we have weathered the storm-

find pathways ways to secret chambers-

keep project-x covered like flight hangers-

we got a licenses for bangers with 4x4 crash resistents like durangos-

off moutain tops we hang low like weed smoked thru nasal's-

Tekk been putting money on my payroll,the universal Halo-

ready to expose u,our FreakStylaz will hold u for a ransom-

while Blaze putting it down on the 3rd anthem-

and thats how i land um-

The Anthem

.:Hook:.

*~*B-Prodigy*~*

call me da the mailman cuz im droppin post from town 2 town//

the us army wouldt have enough bullets to go round 4 round//

if fs stoped spittin they prolly shut tha whole rap circuit down//

Blaze

Who Freak?We got Stylaz,Blaze is putting it down for Freakstylaz-

Peep the 1st Anthem or 2nd Anthem or the 4th Anthem or the 5th Anthem or the 6th Anthem or the 7th Anthem or the 8th Anthem or the 9th Anthem

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