Aight okp. Lets go. 4 those who neva got in this and for those who already know; all you have to do is post a line and keep it going. Make your line creative and make it rhyme off the previous. You can switch the end rhyme as long as the rhyme is done.....

example of end rhyme: dead, said, dog, fog, bogg, log, end, friend


Everyone on okayplayer freestyle board should participate if you are any good with words. This should go in the archives. I'll start


"My name is engraved in da diamond like dead people"

"The games mine, but I gotta make this next freethrow"

"An open wound needs a Stitch so I need Lilo"

Its okayplayas time ta shine...

On the mic they scared to let the Son in so I had to open a blind

Stockin' up the bakery, I Mary Jane must of the time

line by line i'm coca cola flav spittin

yard boi walker ...stay with seasons like chicken

double A zin no M-C-O ..but the flo WILL fuck up transmissions

Flo spastic tragic crash cataclysmic

now read my subject lines and see i'm sick wit it!!!!

neva held a semi but I colon like digital time and split digits

and known for wicked spitting, this fire of Satan liquid
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simply spit bars that'll melt ya mental prison/
three sides to a story so I see wit triple-vision/

http://www.myspace.com/Knowledge3754
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Thinkin' you know hard, naw you no hard, be like uno cards and skip it!

...leave the beat dripping.

Yall cats hungry for more and I think I got enough food left to feed kittens

Forget it i'll keep it simple...So hot that I need mittens

he's kidding ..thinking zin don't freeze rythmms ...please tell 'em

that my boy Zin not spittin fire is in the back of my mind like da cerebellum.

I keep the flow off the hook like cordless phones

Label me like Dilla, at your verse I'm Throwin Stones

So fuck love n' basketball, I got a flowin' jonezzz



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Fuck a gat, with teleconesis, into fiend pits I'm blowin drones

>Fuck a gat, with teleconesis, into fiend pits I'm blowin
>drones

Yo, when we hit, neva weak shit, WE SPIT, no spoken poems



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Emcees is wishin for millions in riches from Regis, I treat 'em like Jesus, just stone 'em

back bend them ova blends and let my timbalands bone 'em

so raw that when they bite me I smash they jaw broken

Wit all the projects on the planet I make planet projects and styrofoam'em

Be like Jay-Z cuz yall throwin da ROC at one FELLA

> Be like Jay-Z cuz yall throwin da ROC at one FELLA

Or like Ray, see cause I shoot the rock like berrettas

Runnin' for cover but the reign doesn't stop with the weather



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I put shoes on my rhymes so my lines mobilize

Fight with soldier eyes the controllers spewing global lies

I strategize to advertise in the clouds to promote the skies

then mold un focused eyes ...to see the place where hope and penis reside..

Its like I'm a pair of yeast pants cuz I always seam to rise

Then get reefer high, Training Day style, and separate the weak aside

judging our brothers, while praying to see the sky, on the day the meek arrive

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Streets collide with da government and dem wit da church

Dems Combine With Republicans/The Dark Era Is Birthed



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For what its worth they aim to hurt with only the devil they chose to flirt

while morals are merk ...on a rape victims ripped skirt

So the trees work to ease hurt, ressurecting a high like it's Easter

Rags from the beaten woman's shirt created the wife beater

Plus they gave the thief heaters, trust not god but life stealers

Charity meals on wheels, call us life dealers

Or just futile healers - we keep the city steeped with streetsters

beats burst when my committee release words, unique, thorough...

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Streets M.E.T.H.O.D. Out Now!!

The Street's Mixtape Out Now!!

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myspace.com/m_c_

myspace.com/sfesseff

myspace.com/aboveavenue

Keep words …the feet first breeched birth ..see hurt when Tim's ass kicking in ya borough

thats spittin you a mural, classic, we the purest



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Streets M.E.T.H.O.D. Out Now!!

The Street's Mixtape Out Now!!

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myspace.com/m_c_

myspace.com/sfesseff

myspace.com/aboveavenue

verse so ill you can't cure it, shots to your frame like a tourist

>verse so ill you can't cure it, shots to your frame like a
>tourist

If you had vaccinated speakers, u still couldn't endure it

The gift ta spit the smoothest … and shoes lift …like coke from Honduras

The hollow grams we ignite give us holograms of life

or its hollow cams that record, control, recreating whats thoughts right


"my third eye like pink eye...seen and contagious" - Common Sense

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http://www.myspace.com/jussleepmusic

Spit wit all my might, I was boxed in (boxden) wit online cats tryin to fight

I freestyle wit da mont blanc tongue wit out need to write

Whether emcee or journalite, Bud_Boy the most quoted source you cite

we Might …until after tonight when the Kappital B movement sparks the light in places that's dim

real talk son ...who's fuckin with him?

look now every hand raised is missing a limb...

I don't raise my hand or graze my man, I stick wit 'em

keep these hands for the pen and pad to ink out my vision

matter of fact, my mind is home to the bars like a prison

keep em locked in brain cells til it's time for ya'll to listen

but whats this comin off the tongue,

synonym, none, shiit i'm gunnin fa the sun

I'll come if the beat ill (Beatle) like John Lenin and Paul,
I might skip the sun and aim straight for the stars

Might slip in puns and aim straight for your bars

But so much crap is spittin, bars resemble Paris Hilton's

the punch lines drunk, and the tracks released early, no worry, the artist was found to have guilt in em

Lavish rhythms, larynx stings 'em, wring the water I'm straight tonic

I'm like Clark Kent when I "hog" the mike in da "hedge", da super sonic

the future's promise, steal ya shine, loot ya sonnets...

over and out
du

ya lines little debbie brittle petty wearin blue bonnets...

over and out
du

while I come back and spit black plague like the bubonic

ya verses built for plugs like store electronics

mine will fill mugs like gin and tonic

To temporarily fulfill thugs conscience when Jesus aint even on it

dios mio...shit is toxic, ta fill our pockets we squeeze

prepared ta face the chalk, only wantin the cheese

Stay Footed On Base/ Make A Pitcher Take The Balk/ Cycle Every Inning With Ease




http://www.myspace.com/bigfrank_datank

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I'm running straight to the doctor / "Penicillin, please!"

Christ's cross be the only time I say I'm sellin trees

cause I'm a calm verbal villain, guess I'm shootin the breeze

But if somebody in the way, hold 'em up for the loot yellin "freeze!"

Ova here we ova steer till we lose control

grab a hold and break the mold /
all capitals, underlined and bolded

I regain the old when I grasp hold of my movement like cruise control