OPEN MIC .::Freestyle - Feed Back - Oceanic::.

[[Seven]]

Drop Ya Shit, Get Some Feed, All From A Home-Town Perspective...
If You Got A Drop With An Aussie Aspect Or Orientation, About Melbourne Or Brisbane - Auckland or Brooklyn (NZ), Then Heres The Place For It...

Like Our Own Open Mic... Just For Us...

No Free Posting, Respect This Place.

Peace Out

[!FEren]

Good Idea.. Stickied.

[[Seven]]

Fuck This Shit Man We Dont Deserve A Fucken Section... If I Were Admin I Woulda Closed This Fucker Down Due To To Many Bitch-Az's Not Using It..

Where The Fuck Are Yall?

Grifta!
Blow!
Rena!
Jono!
Matty lee!

Mutha Fuckers, Theres Heaps Of Us... Get Up Already!

I Gotta Get Some Bread For Mum But When Im Back Im Dropping Something... Fucken Free It Or Get Something Old... But Really C'mon.. Get With IT Already... This A Privilege Not A Right... Use This Forum Already!

[!FEren]

Lol..
I'm In The Middle Of Writing an Aussie Song..

Ill Show You FinalProduct.. But Ill Prob Be A While

[[Seven]]

'Normal Font' - 7G-MC
(Bracketed) - DJ Theory[b]

On The Deck, DJ Theory Mixing It Up

Still Working On My Hook, This'll Be Down Soon On Audio!

[b]"Dont Need No Boss"

[Hook]

Fair Dinkum Sun, You Banging Cause You're Tough?
Past Thinking Dumb, You Stinking, Smelling Rough? - (Ha,ha,ha)
Wash Up Em Clothes And Bring 7G Back - (Yeah!)
I Was Held Down For Years While You Spoiled My Gold Rack - (Bitch)
Sacken Green Rhymes (Mary Jane) In A Scene Of Nines (Ka-Bang)
My Gangster Lean (Dayme!) Denies That Fact You Keenly Lied (The Same)
About My Rap Ambitions Claimed You Where My Boss (Ohhhh)
Homie You So Far Off You Been Renamed The Biggest Lost (Thats Just Whack)
And At What Cost? My Friendship - Only Half My Click
I Got A Light Trigger With Ya Name Slammed In The Grip
Flipping Out About Tripping Bout The Game You Play
Doing 90 On The Avenue Of Shame In Bright As Day
Light To Fade, The Pain I Daze With Purple Haze
Fazed? Nah Just Damn Amazed At The Pace

Beat Change

Here Check It;

Out Front The Shop Wit My Slanging Crew,
Spitting Rhymes To Pass The Time, Like I'd Hang Wit You
You Saw My Skill And Asked My Name I Didn't Answer Poon
I Just Denied You As A Pussy Whos Benige (be-nine) To Noon
Yet You Grew On Me With Your Persistence And Pain
Where My Imagination Was Restricted To Your Dreadful Name
Your Card In All My Pockets And You Face In All My Gigs
Shit I Was Spitting Freestyle Now You Got Me Spitting Sticks
And I Warned You First, I Dont Want Your Help
I Told You Second That You'd Better Watch Yaself
Now I Got The Mic In Grip And The Furry Burning
I Dont Like The Way You Play This Way In My Grave Im Turning
My Plot Is Set Your Not My Man - Better Check And Back Up
I Do It My Way Ass Whipe, Damn - No Chedda Stacked Up

Im In It For The Game, Slow And Steady Win The Race
Sure Fast Track Be Good But I Dont Harmonize My Pace
And In The Laced Up Graced Up Battle You Better Face Up Duke
I Dont Play No Kid Rhymes When I Faced Up To You
Im On The Lime Light At 9 5 Working Harder Money Soon
Its Not We All Aussie Blokes Its We All Need A Spoon
Now Im Food Fed My Meal The Mic
The Amp Loud And In My Eye The Fight... (Riiiiiip! What You Wanna Battle? What You Gonna Do About This...)
Hahahahha... CHOKE!

[Hook]

Question? Do You Really Wanna Claim Defeat By Me?
I Thought You Humble To Understand Im The One You Cant Beat
Elite Shit Kid You Last To Nonone, Slowing..?
Last I Hear You Chocked Against Antonio No Showing!
Bro's Woeing Hoe In Full Flowing But You Aint
Kid Outta Here You Not My Man You Aint
Not My Boss Manager Not Ever My Homie
I Miss Used My Words In Saying Cool With You, To Phonie
Now Understand This Last Call, FUCK OUTTA HERE
Its This Man Standing Here That Cut Ya Life Away, No Fear!

[[Seven]]

This Ones For Radio Play -- Its NOT Complex And Its Just VERY BASIC -- But Makes A Good Listen...



|If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back?
|Or I told you to surrender, you down for that?
|And If I held you and kissed you, would you kiss me back?
|Would you hold me and love me, or you want none of that?
|Because I'll write you a love letter not expecting one back'
|And I wont tell you to surrender if you dont want that
|I couldn't hold you and kiss you, if you're not kissing back
|But I'll tell you I love you, you can bet on that


I can write you a thousand words, but do you wanna chat
from letters form words, them words fill my mac
blast you a sentence, with structure infact
i ask you repentence, my instructions off track
cause i need you i want you forever and that
i aint scared of committment girl, together we in the sack
you make me better forever, and thats just that
together forever girl, tell me, you want that

never surrender girl, if you dont want that
lover gone tender girl, i lay down my mac
if you like how i look i can leave on the hat
i got you all shook but i cant lay down the ghat
still i want you forever with no looking back
stop sooking never, this world just cant hack
im looking for the better, n i'll twirl past that
im dyna cold man, girl, n i dont want that


|If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back?
|Or I told you to surrender, you down for that?
|And If I held you and kissed you, would you kiss me back?
|Would you hold me and love me, or you want none of that?
|Because I'll write you a love letter not expecting one back'
|And I wont tell you to surrender if you dont want that
|I couldn't hold you and kiss you, if you're not kissing back
|But I'll tell you I love you, you can bet on that


if i held you, would you hold me? tighten the rack
an'i tell you to hold on, arms front to the back
squeezing tighter with pasion, do you like that?
breathing heavy in fasion, yeah, you got the nack
my heart wants you girl, n i cant change that
so it beats out for you girl, this love i dont lack
you can wack me to shew, love shove me right back
n ill be here for you, you can bet on that

slowly kiss you gently, do you like that?
show me bliss venting, im bringing love back
flow free inventing, in this song that i sack
because i kiss you intentially, how you like that?
so ill write you a love letter, you dont have to write back
and ill ask you to surrender, if you want that
and am i gonna hold you and kiss you, without you kissing back?
well babe im telling you i love you, now are you down for that?


|If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back?
|Or I told you to surrender, you down for that?
|And If I held you and kissed you, would you kiss me back?
|Would you hold me and love me, or you want none of that?
|Because I'll write you a love letter not expecting one back'
|And I wont tell you to surrender if you dont want that
|I couldn't hold you and kiss you, if you're not kissing back
|But I'll tell you I love you, you can bet on that

[UnIQuE_SEEK]

"what are lyrics,if not words,what are words,if not heard,
what are we,if not sand,what can we do,if not stand,

this is what you want it to be,i am a proccess of what you see,
ground in the foundation,lest you meet the temtations,
of this world,sweep down low,can you relate,do you kno,

if i was u and u was he,if u where her and her was she,
climbing those mountains,fight those mountains,defeat those mountains
to fall down from those mountains,

get up again,batted and brussed with pain,bow down an call his name,
resusitate my soul,give me reason to my goal,my all,is in you,
i cant pres through,on my own,i am alone,my actions i dont condone,

cant do it again,i did it again,metamophisis defeates my name,
im lying naked on the dessert land,naked my my mortal shame,
again and again,i fight,but in vain,i need will,i need power,
im slipping down to the devouer,save me,help me,my eyes are open,
why cant they see me

in that one moment,a second,or an hour,the difference between then and now,u gave me your hand,lifted me,helped me stand,on my own two,
with no home crew,i wil prevail,i will get through,
no sercumstance is to great,to try attempt to promote fait,
he has control,and i dedicate this life and my soul,
to let the whole world know his goal

[mosh_master]

Killer shit guys! I really like the flow ya'z both have, really Aussie feel to it, and the lyrics are great. Seven, that radio-friendly song is dope, really deep work, would sound sick on the audio!
Here's a little somethin', gettin' my hard-arse gangsta verse on... Haha:

I gots to "Vents" some lyrics, now know I'm "Hard To Kill", so
If I start to feel vicious, hit the path, for real bro
I don't sleep like soft pricks, need the hardest pillow
Can't fuck with this animal like an armoured dil.do (armadillo... LoL)
But I'll leave you feelin' like the farmers feel though
So off yaself before my mouth starts to spill flow
Like carts of pills, know I'ma end ya life
I gotta hard as rock chest that'll bend ya knife
So take offence to the lyrics that I tend to write
'Cause I won't go to ya funeral, just send the mic
Fuckers....

Haha.

[[Seven]]

Very sick for text with the wordplay and good for audio with the freestyle feeling flow...

Definitely a very gangster style displaying you diversity and flexibility... Nice work, i can see ud get some awesome punches in a battle for sho --

Nice shit keep it cumming...


Sev

[!FEren]

Yo.. They All Nice.. I Just Wanted To Say.. Nice Armoured Dildo W/P Mosh.
I Like.

[mosh_master]

^^Haha, thanks alot!

[Blow]

Alright

I'm going to try something here.

Here some real gangster shit for your ass

(Freestyle to Rough Riders Anthem By DMX Ft. L.O.X)
They call me drop jaw, spitting ill down on the dock shore
Unloading freight packages, cause the cash, I want more
2 jobs 'n that work can become a new mix board
I see them faggit hommeys rolling in a shit ford
Police roll up, you boys got some ID? You Shitting me?
Blues get ripped and flee, stepping up in my proximity
There aint no law against walking the streets after dark
It maybe a 1:30 but we just wanna chill in this car park
You feel that stutter, I'm coming from the AUS
I always got my knife on grip, fuck a Teflon vest
Fuck you, get your hommeys with there speed dial on
But I can cut straight through 'ya ballistic nylon
I know my hommey Greg pointing you his MK.5 Sten
Cause thats the real G shit, cant fuck real men
Fuck spilling the ink, I can only stab you to death with my pen
You think your tight little pussy, guess I need to fuck you again
'Lil faggits

Thats the real Gangster shit there...

[Shoalin]

KEYSTYLE ON WORK LUNCHBREAK


Dudes In The US Think The Hit Hard? I Hit Harder
Turn Any Fake Who Perpatrate To A Martyr For Actin Like He A Static Starter
But Couldnt Even Dump Shit In The Trunk Like Rejected Anus Foreplay Between George N Martha

This Kiddies Run Wit Gunz N Think They Tougher N Shit
But Aussie Boyz Drop The Toyz N Chuck Up A Fist
Fuckin Punch You Cold Out, Amboz Callin Ya Mothers N Shit
Cuz We Aint Talkin Cum Shotz To Porn Starz When We Say
FUCK WITH US, WE WILL BUST UP YA LIP


We Got The Drug Trade; Woodz To Nimbin To Perth
Cuntz Come For Muh Coin I Cut There Fuccin Headz Off Like Middle Earth
For Real Dudes Jus Herbs Anyway Actin Tough Up From The Birth
But This Time Around They Wont Come Up From The Dirt....


Australia Son... Get The Fucking Picture....

[Grifta]

nice shit shoa, fuckin off!

This Kiddies Run Wit Gunz N Think They Tougher N Shit
But Aussie Boyz Drop The Toyz N Chuck Up A Fist
Fuckin Punch You Cold Out, Amboz Callin Ya Mothers N Shit
Cuz We Aint Talkin Cum Shotz To Porn Starz When We Say
FUCK WITH US, WE WILL BUST UP YA LIP

haha that shit was my fav

[Grifta]

fuck it shoa u got me in the mood for that shit lol
ill pick up where u left off..

..Australia son, get the fuckin picture
we find it fun to hit ya, u scared to run with scizzorz
i correctly place hitz, giv u a nice facelift
cunt, the only time we posingz in our myspace picz (lol)
step up? get beat down, u get fucked in three roundz
the next cunt get heat out? mah set punch that weak clown
knock ya teeth down ya throat, we deep down the coast
u weak clownz are jokes, we speak out the most
so u faggotz listen, we bash nd hit em
so when u rap or spittin, u better ask permission
cuz u fake ma dudez better, we take ya crewz chedda
but fuck im sick of every cunt wearin bape and new era
what

[Shoalin]

hop back right in after ya dawg

If Yu Even Stand Near Copz In My Eyes You A Rat
So Fuck Shootin, Yu End Like Raz AlGhul; Killed By Tha Bat
Poison Tipped My Punches On Every Line That I Spat
This Aussie Be Pickin Off More Foriegners Than Ivan Milat


I Dont Question If Ya Girlz A Mona? I Know The Picture
If Ya Goonz Talk Loosey Bout My Name; Muh Homiez Hitchaz
So Yu Best Warn The Pussies Rollin Witcha; Over A Bone Ill Getcha,
Press Ink To Ya Chest, Crush Yu Up An Spit Yu Out Like Faulty Printerz

Dont Come To Me Actin All Mean Man, You Dont Want It Wit Me Fam
Red Cross Chasin Me For Donationz Cuz Of The Amount Of Blood On These Handz
So Yu Fake Fuckz Enjoy The Teen Glam; Cuz I Get Real Respect I Mean Damn
Who Else You Know Got Boys In Every Hectare of Queensland?

NO ONE.... Best Believe That...

[Indigo]

You can't write USA without OZ fuck what you say pal,
New York originated rap but look at the state it's in now. (Victoria mate!)
Your dollar is a joke too, I won't consider green for bets,
unless its with the Queens face, its only paper for cigarettes.
Stained mangled grammar, your slang has amassed immense debts of shame,
look at the words your presidents says. Someone probably pressed dents in his brain.
If we ever follow your lead, together we'll get left behind,
but we got sense to stop, you'll keep running, see your sense is blind.


I haven't spat in ages.

[Grifta]

indigo u ruined me and shoaz flow! lol


aight ill take over again shoa...

..best believe that, im fresh with these rapz
the next mcz strapped, get left with kneez cracked
im breakin nosez of fakez and poserz
take ya notez and make u float like createz nd boatz, u shakin jokerz
im takin ova, the time iz now
ignite the ground and leave u frightened out to fight ma crowd
tha man iz here, ya clan iz queer
ma music fuelz brawlz ur shit just damage earz
i show love to ma fam, u suckin ya dudez dick
i fuck up nd bruise clickz, wit nuthin but two fistz

shoa and grif..u cant test

[Indigo]

Ah well time to redeem myself then.

You damn right I ruin flows, when I punch cunts nose,
swiftly movin blows, blood drips onto they toes
Making jokes outta your plasma, laughs bellow from the minstrel cycle,
you wanna roll, here's a quarter, wash your cloths inna Fischer n Paykel.
make your mouth quake and stutter with my Oxy-fuel cutter,
tenderize, your baby eyes, mash your bones for my butter,
yo fag, claim to be a starvin snake right? you've just lied twice,
no fangs, just a fuckin fake bite, only force fed blind mice,
a predator actin like the prey, your vicious instincts are lackin,
its a metaphor thats fact to say, you ain't livid enough to start reactin.

[Nomad]

keep on flowin grifta.

i watched land of the dead last night... so thus:

no man will be standin when my verbal cannon,
slams-in with force to damage ya family roots to its branches
my hand-grips un matched when i clutch n advance
on any fag wantin to dance befor he grinds with the canvus
im an ernomous, thorn-in ya life like abortions
stabbing portions of your chest when my orchish horns-hit
ya jaw-slits when my brawn-fists launch
i taunt your life like at the switch of ya life support
i dine-in-sorts of lives forkin-corpses like stormin
wars of the undead haulin your-kids forth to
eat em alive befor the torment falls in there eyes
transformin to a morbid dead walkin surprise
skys dawnin sun-light, greetin some-dykes
eatin intestines of some-guys younge-wife
sprallin up-right to find her self fallin, callin
for help as these orchis forces moul her
spawnin more kinds of dead crawlin powerlines
for food seein birds fly as they fry in the heights
scortchin knockn out the power supportin
the towns endorcments to keep these fowl things dorment
so the city's black out till the only thing bright
in the moonlight are the steel pipes reflections and worn city ornaments....

[Nomad]

in a meditative state, dorment in a dark room
my brain waves spark-fumes at a steady-pace my heart-moves
folded arms-too wrapped-in thoughts of action
visualising matches stacked-in my mental captions
slashin faggots unworthy of me. im a sadist
"known as nomad the beast"

what happens when you mix human matter with viens
twice what contains projecting in the adders spray?
the... pray, my victums in battle i hit-them
and split tissue pielin with precise incisions, decaying
as i wield with desplayed wisdom aimed at kingdoms
of self proclaimed bitches,
my... reign's invisioned in the goriest-witches
to inscriptions depicted from the warrior-wizzards
so in battle no man can compete with this fire breathing pyro
heat burns through the pages as i rage with a biro

meh lol

[[Seven]]

Nice drop. Up the strength of your mutlies and flow.

[Nomad]

nah that was just some rough shit. nothin to much to what i can do. thanks man

[Nomad]

i aint gotta hope in hell, baby i was made to reiche-havoc
im more dead than ya corpse with flys that breed-the-magots
obscene-n-drastic measures matey im countin my days waiting
with an eye open latly like i fuckin sleep-with-fagots
you cant hurt me, cutting me's like scrapping wood with blunt-knives
iv seen more accurate hits come from swings in drunk-fights
no rest, until, every coward encounters-my-voice
and givin hours to bow down lest i devour-there-joints
n plow-through weaker powerd crowds-dude that drown in noise
of ballets, my tallens hack through the challenge n hoist
me towering, growling apon these fags surrounding
the ground bounded to the new era iv founded....

the rage you apparently assume in my music,
comes from a ruthless inhuman phase thats infused-with
polution sustained in my lungs when i spew-shit
enflaming victums, any witness gets maimed and excecuted
im at a different level, psychology is one of my tactis
penetrating through ya brain leavin traces of madness
with a single hint of greed, anger, or impurities
gives an easy gate-way, to take-pray and haunt dreems
now with my twisted impressions im imbeddin as a lesson
my confessions of my mental status... and where im headed
.... blah

[Nomad]

yo when i pick up a mic? im colder than winter nights
adrenilen spikes me spitting a force you couldnt find
in any fight you've ever fought in ya life, my scribes
dormant until the times right to strick... and storm-in
cyphers with the might of 10 times what the best cunt can write
then explode, spitting lyrics in spite i conjure spirits
with a formed toxic moleculed cloud that mimics my face befor im finished,
those can hear-it for miles. mass hysteria sparks from any child
to the bravest and purest of hearts, i pile challengers with style
leavin earth scortched in bile spat from isles of half alive biters that charged
at me cryin for peace befor they'd bleed to a violent-attack
so bad survivors cant keep the dyin-intact, please and to those of you
hidin-in-back? silent-in-black observing me and my writing-to-crack?
no chance my forbidden lyrics n timings-excact leavin you whack
fucking bastards broke from your spine-in-ur-back.