Freestyle off of the last beat from 8 mile

Dont try to lie and say my flow isn't huge, yull neva be the one to choose, who sucesses da B.I.G, its neca gunna b u, might b me. Cus im his prodigy, imprint left on earth for all to see. Spitting logistic lyrics and rhymes make it a crime to be spittin so freely.  neva lie, one day yull see me on a CD, can you feel me? i dont think so cus my flows as high in da sky as a rocket or my cash flow as soon as this recession ends, get a girlfriend shoot some shots off the end, of a sawed off, pistol, magnum, or 80. cal, dont be holdin ya hand out like you wanna be my pal, cus we aint homies, so blow me, slowly.

yo im goin crazy wit dese free's. holla

this thread’s fucked up with lyrical pollutions
the styles gettin' old, we need an empirical solution
i never lie when i recognize ancient, im the typical evolution
ape to man, im a trendsetter in this game, the lyrical revolution
got a cat callin' himself vintage, coppin styles and throwin' clones
identity is supposed to be original, im vintage like the rolling stones
not taking your name kiddo, just had to throw some shit on little pages
kiddo ain’t impressive,he’s vintage only 'cause his raps are Middle Ages
im tellin you..im the revolution that broke your flow and started upheaval
you know how styles replace one another kid, your flow was just medieval
claiming you’re at your prime? but primes arent divisible uncleaned
im the x factor in this game, so im the factor thats invisible, unseen
im on the DL, down low on the spot, down low with the drops, high with artillery
place a missile in your lines, cause some tension which elevates to hostility
you feelin' me? only time kid is impressive if we talk about impression
his flow goin back to vintage like the american economy jumpin to recession
kiddo talkin about hauntin other people’s dreams, i got a question
im lyrically untouched by an ancient’s voice, liar..how bout goin to confession
priest at the booth doesnt wanna hear your sins, whoops i guess no blessin'

so i guess its a conlusion that you live in delusional illusion, no second guessin'

Yo everyone here who reads this i need yall to giv me sum ideas, im runnin dry and ineeda topic so yall can tell it really wuz a freestyle... need Cs

Freestyle of nethin, holla to all my niggas at ma new and old schools,

perpatrating colors but always keepin it real, learn how to deal cus my flow is oppressive, this is the recession, stop second guessin, my rhymes cus you gonna mess up while im blessed up, never spit the truth, only enough room, for one G unda dis roof, so i keep my flows down to a miimal act, its a fact, im gettin a contract, so hop off my sack. Where im from we carry pistols, matta fact we carry shotties, leavin holes in ya body, who argue witus? nobody!

Aint a rap just some news about my new school to yall that know me

Urban Academy, 67th street Manhatten between 1st and 2nd av, its a great school and even if you dont want to transfer schools you should still think about coming n visiting, people herte are mad friendly, theres only about 130 kids in all four grades, there are no regents, not a lot of tests, couches in the hallways, and hour for lnch and approximetly 5 hours of break time during the week.

Freestyle beat off of "Only on tha left side"

neva try and cop my style, if yuo do, itll be a while till you get any feelin in ya body, know i know karate but simple street fighting will be fine, after i kick ya ass ill take ya girl out, shes mine, dont play the possession game, cus u only gotta rmember one name, that names FEAR and you gonna have FEAR of FEAR and aint nuthin gonna b da same. When i keep my glock cocked, you know there gonna be shots, you see my fresh, yea bitch i keep it hot, dont fuck wit niggas on my block unless you wanna get violated by a bullet thats jus been shot.

This is the end becuz i jus got 2 mins left on a cpu n i gotta edit....b on tomorrow

Freestyle in general

Know that i rep about niggas in the hood us they keep it real, you only in with them if you know how to deal, same with me, you gotta be a g, a mother fucking turkadee, one who is a rival of me, the B.I.G, dont fuck with people outside of my circle cus you know they are nowhere near my crew, don be hatin cus i got a larger flow then you, never gonan try, never gonna die, never gonna cry in front of noone not even to myself, your flows waiting in da market, sittin on da shelf, dont say shit you gonna regret, cus ya time is soon, in fact, you gonna die at noon. Fuck with a nigga with a glock, thats a bad idea, say shit to someone with it cocked, you gonna feel FEAR. cus i stand on every street, hustle on every corner, fuck with FEAR you gonna need an undataka cus im the money-maka, everywhere i go, poverty reigns, while my pockets grow thicka with every day it rains.

Freestyle song, made it as fast as i can type, Explicitly titties lawll

while shes talking and laughin all i can do is stare, long black and silky is her hair, looking at me as if whatever you do i dont care, and so she keeps them bouncin in the air, im talkin bout titties, titties, titties titties, im talkin bout! titties, titties, titties titties, wasup? looking straight at me knowing that im da b.I.G, listening to my rhymes, while commitin crimes, she saying she loves me in every single rhyme, steppin on ma block, i meet her on da sidewalk, and all she does is talk, im thinking that what she says is shitty, but all i stare at is her: titties, titties titties titties, im starin at her! titties, titties, titties titties, holla! know i never stop and i throw away my glock, cus i dont need another gun i alredy got my ****, while she step into my room she gives a little scream, when i go to sleep at night shes al up in ma dreams! wake up da next mornin, look outside its pourin, call her on tha phone n know shes never borin! sending me a photo, guess what its about? yea you know it bro, titties without a doubt! titties,titties, titties titties, im looking at her titties, titties, titties titties, thatswasup!

Devin Diss

get a life cus this is the reason you cant get a wife, wile im staying in bed, getting some head, you're in the library wishin that you were dead, cant get on my level of communication and thing is, you never did nuthin for da nation, sitting at the library all day, all you do is play, ill never hear you say "i got a girl! i got a wife!" shut the fuck up nigga and get a life! without any strife ill spit my shit freely, without doubt there gonna be a drought when ya mom needs a drink, ill jus letta sink into me, a G, the motherfucking B.I.G, whenever you leave the library, you cant see me, pull my flow low as da sea. get a girl and get a wife, fuck a bitch and fuck ya life, i aint neva gonna lie in my lyrics, neva lie in my lines, and you really know, i jus aint got the time to teach you how to legitly spit, this is tag and you are it.

Gabe/Kino diss

Jus cus you white but look puerto-rican, ill screw ya mom n leave her shreakin, while you're in your room beating your meat, im fleein ya house wit ma size 17 feet, cus you can neva get on ma level, and even ya moms got FEAR, but no matter how fast you run, you'll neva get near, to the shit that i spit, reppin only maself, all, day, cus you know im from BL, brooklyn we dont play, venom in every verse, im always da worst, battle wit me, you lose and u been cursed. Get on my level, up in the sky, i talk to you bout your defeat, know i dont lie, mentioning im ya father, i know you will cry, when i ask you to fight, i kill you but dont try, using your preschool as raps ill make you feel like ya five! get jive to this music and get crunk wit da beat, when im in the Apollo go buy a seat, but ima reject you, get you sent out on da street, and after the Apollo ill be under Swis Beatz.

Last one for today, gotta put a new background

Spittin lyrics is my form of communication, Like Barack Obama this is ma gift to the nation, a freestyle in wich FEAR will reign supreme, like Martin Luther King it wuz i who had a dream, ill destroy you worse den the B.I.G destroyed Preen. Throughout this battle, ill keep ya ass shook, if this wuz chess, ima rook, get ya ass took, by a hustla on da corner, see a hot bitch, ya im da owna, dont battle with ya master, if you doubt god, see a pastor. Trying to conquer FEAR is suicide running from me's like invitin me to commit homicide.

a couple frees, made em in about 5 min

ight heres da raps that i have right now they took me about 5 minutes to do,
Again, post comments if you have any questions, or wuteva btw 4 all yall that know me, my names Isaiah CJ or I.C jonezz for short, rap battle names F E A R.

Freestyle #1

Its I.C Jonezz aka FEAR spitting on da microphone, lookit da B.I.G you know that im his clone, I'm V.I.P while im sippin dat pa-trone. Lookit cassidy, dat song brings out the bess in me, lookin at you i can tell you got the H.I.V, ought to be a crime to have a face like mine cus you know my lyrics are insane and you cant play ma game, remember ma name, ya life aint neva gonna be the same, ill proudly say to your face, your lyrics are kinda lame. Since i cant drive a lambo, ill jus pick up da ammo, knifin niggas in the park, shootin niggas in the dark.

I like ya mom n ya pops, only hate i got is for the cops, if he stops on ma block ill jus keep my glock cocked, whether the shooting happens over there or rgith here, yall know better than ta fuck with FEAR! Once you see FEAr, you know its never gonna be the same, you lame ass bitch, you can neva play ma game, with all the lyrics i be legitly spittin, you know im not written! freestyles a crime but the lines are rhymes and i jus aint got the time, jus remember dont lie, but you probly will cry, Jus FEAr me, and youll probly see, how a black man like me can be a turkadee, know what its like to be me n da B.I.G, cus chris wallace had rolls in his pockets and his flow wuz up in da sky, lika rocket.

Lyrical Rhymes #1

My ideas are all mixed up so ima just write a coupla verses that really dont go together.

One more thing, im trying to get in wit BKA( BrooKlyn Assassns) except im not yet, i gotta spit some freestyles or somethin to get in, so if you got any offers or ideas or whatever, hit me up.


im a mutha fu*in great white compared to you goldfish...lace ya swishas with anthrax, nigga smoke this...i provoke shit...lyrically smoke shit...its just one barzz around and everybody knows this...shift the rook,ill expose em till the checkmate...and wont take a second look..i shoot and book thru the expressway...even on ya best day you cant see me on my worst...i control the game like elway,put venom in every verse...when i spit im legit and noone can match my stature, when you play with ya boys, we all know you da catcha cus i dont fuck with tiny niggas, not when i just pulled the trigga an sent chrome straight at ya dome, no lie i wont try and still bust ya ass, so shut the fuck up nigga go back to class cus ima school ya again, make you feel like ya ten think of some rhymes then come challenge me again.


Ight yo thats one of them, heres another, by the way, these are all freestyles and i blanked out the curses because of friends and family that might view it with some hate...