Classic Freestyle

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A verse to the beat of Classic:

This is a true classic, this ain't your typical see-through rap shit/
Jurassic jungles hammered in my scripture, non-clattered pictures I painted/
Visions created like a collision of great shit, a decision: go make it/
Whether I'm a lyrical monster, fearful modern technology I embrace/
Collaborations I'm the ace, for rap be patient for your annihilation, keep the pace/
Steady, ready to re-load any minute firing metaphors, but see, yo/
I'm a terror in this game, bearer of the flame of hip hop, my shit pops/
Glocks quickly reloaded, I knock sickly weak posers out of the ocean in pure shame/
Potion to cure AIDS: my ability in my flexibility, fear the tears of foes I gathered in a lake/
Mathematics of rhymes, I'm a fanatic of lines dropped fast, stopped gats/
From spitting with my similes, quick to be the crown-holder, now-colder than before, flat/
Lyrics won't phase me like bitches, snitches destroyed when annoying, no toying/
Winter nights I stay up, sinners fight and get laid up with bullets in their chest/
Who's the best? No less than what you guessed; I am the genesis of this new generation, face it/
I'm the pianist of the illest chords, lyrical serial killer with the liquid swords/
Possessor of the riddle hoards, I use sickles in gore, war I start with the sickest corps/
So analyze me, surprising ain't' it? A full-course slaughter in forty minutes/
Poorly written multies are burned in a churning furnace, in hell you're pitted/
Against Satan of the mic, fates see your plight; demons arise, building a fear to fight/
I'm in a flawless state of mind, a lawless trait of night, streaks of lyrical murder/
Hysterical churner of tight rhymes, a miracle hurter in the lime light, so go assert it/
I'm a messenger to tell you you're a passenger to hell, fasten-your belts for the fucking ride/
I deserve the golden crown with my wordplay the coldest now, I ain't going to lie/
That I molded nouns out of words, sold it ounce by ounce, not material crack, lyrical crack/
My style is bitten even if my multies are mildly written from the Nile to Britain/
Leviathan of the Rappin' Sea, mad emcees want to take my throne, fake-ass go home/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVWW1zcZSYE (The Instrumental)

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Nas freestyled to his own song fuckin biter...

Tell me where did I bite, dude.

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Feedback, please.

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his whole fuckin style, his content in almost every drop

I used to think you actually listened to Nas until today.

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Nas freestyled to his own song fuckin biter...

Tell me where did I bite, dude.

This ain't even Nas's song, fucktard. Tell me what album this instrumental is on.

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his whole fuckin style, his content in almost every drop

I used to think you actually listened to Nas until today.

*gives a fuck about your opinion

It Ain't Hard To Tell (Remixed Beat) is like one of my favorite songs, he's in my sig, Illmatic is a top 5 album for everyone including me, Ether is my top 3 diss tracks, his Verbal Intercourse verse was my ringtone a month ago, and to top it off I have his discography on my computer

but yeah I don't listen to him?

So where did I bite him? And you do listen to It Ain't Hard to Tell so much you decided to bite one of its best lines right off your fuck beef freestyle, fucktard.

I got his entire discographies (only studio albums and lost tapes) on my computer too...

Just answer the fucking question: if you're so Nas-educated, where the fuck did I bite him?

[classthe_king]

A verse to the beat of Classic:

This is a true classic, this ain't your typical see-through rap shit/
Jurassic jungles hammered in my scripture, non-clattered pictures I painted/
Visions created like a collision of great shit, a decision: go make it/
Whether I'm a lyrical monster, fearful modern technology I embrace/
Collaborations I'm the ace, for rap be patient for your annihilation, keep the pace/
Steady, ready to re-load any minute firing metaphors, but see, yo/
I'm a terror in this game, bearer of the flame of hip hop, my shit pops/
Glocks quickly reloaded, I knock sickly weak posers out of the ocean in pure shame/
Potion to cure AIDS: my ability in my flexibility, fear the tears of foes I gathered in a lake/
Mathematics of rhymes, I'm a fanatic of lines dropped fast, stopped gats/
From spitting with my similes, quick to be the crown-holder, now-colder than before, flat/
Lyrics won't phase me like bitches, snitches destroyed when annoying, no toying/
Winter nights I stay up, sinners fight and get laid up with bullets in their chest/
Who's the best? No less than what you guessed; I am the genesis of this new generation, face it/
I'm the pianist of the illest chords, lyrical serial killer with the liquid swords/
Possessor of the riddle hoards, I use sickles in gore, war I start with the sickest corps/
So analyze me, surprising ain't' it? A full-course slaughter in forty minutes/
Poorly written multies are burned in a churning furnace, in hell you're pitted/
Against Satan of the mic, fates see your plight; demons arise, building a fear to fight/
I'm in a flawless state of mind, a lawless trait of night, streaks of lyrical murder/
Hysterical churner of tight rhymes, a miracle hurter in the lime light, so go assert it/
I'm a messenger to tell you you're a passenger to hell, fasten-your belts for the fucking ride/
I deserve the golden crown with my wordplay the coldest now, I ain't going to lie/
That I molded nouns out of words, sold it ounce by ounce, not material crack, lyrical crack/
My style is bitten even if my multies are mildly written from the Nile to Britain/
Leviathan of the Rappin' Sea, mad emcees want to take my throne, fake-ass go home/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVWW1zcZSYE (The Instrumental)

Bite Afu-ra much? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MR8FwF0yMQk

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A verse to the beat of Classic:

This is a true classic, this ain't your typical see-through rap shit/
Jurassic jungles hammered in my scripture, non-clattered pictures I painted/
Visions created like a collision of great shit, a decision: go make it/
Whether I'm a lyrical monster, fearful modern technology I embrace/
Collaborations I'm the ace, for rap be patient for your annihilation, keep the pace/
Steady, ready to re-load any minute firing metaphors, but see, yo/
I'm a terror in this game, bearer of the flame of hip hop, my shit pops/
Glocks quickly reloaded, I knock sickly weak posers out of the ocean in pure shame/
Potion to cure AIDS: my ability in my flexibility, fear the tears of foes I gathered in a lake/
Mathematics of rhymes, I'm a fanatic of lines dropped fast, stopped gats/
From spitting with my similes, quick to be the crown-holder, now-colder than before, flat/
Lyrics won't phase me like bitches, snitches destroyed when annoying, no toying/
Winter nights I stay up, sinners fight and get laid up with bullets in their chest/
Who's the best? No less than what you guessed; I am the genesis of this new generation, face it/
I'm the pianist of the illest chords, lyrical serial killer with the liquid swords/
Possessor of the riddle hoards, I use sickles in gore, war I start with the sickest corps/
So analyze me, surprising ain't' it? A full-course slaughter in forty minutes/
Poorly written multies are burned in a churning furnace, in hell you're pitted/
Against Satan of the mic, fates see your plight; demons arise, building a fear to fight/
I'm in a flawless state of mind, a lawless trait of night, streaks of lyrical murder/
Hysterical churner of tight rhymes, a miracle hurter in the lime light, so go assert it/
I'm a messenger to tell you you're a passenger to hell, fasten-your belts for the fucking ride/
I deserve the golden crown with my wordplay the coldest now, I ain't going to lie/
That I molded nouns out of words, sold it ounce by ounce, not material crack, lyrical crack/
My style is bitten even if my multies are mildly written from the Nile to Britain/
Leviathan of the Rappin' Sea, mad emcees want to take my throne, fake-ass go home/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVWW1zcZSYE (The Instrumental)

Bite Afu-ra much? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MR8FwF0yMQk

I don't even know who's Afu-ra, sorry.

[classthe_king]

A verse to the beat of Classic:

This is a true classic, this ain't your typical see-through rap shit/
Jurassic jungles hammered in my scripture, non-clattered pictures I painted/
Visions created like a collision of great shit, a decision: go make it/
Whether I'm a lyrical monster, fearful modern technology I embrace/
Collaborations I'm the ace, for rap be patient for your annihilation, keep the pace/
Steady, ready to re-load any minute firing metaphors, but see, yo/
I'm a terror in this game, bearer of the flame of hip hop, my shit pops/
Glocks quickly reloaded, I knock sickly weak posers out of the ocean in pure shame/
Potion to cure AIDS: my ability in my flexibility, fear the tears of foes I gathered in a lake/
Mathematics of rhymes, I'm a fanatic of lines dropped fast, stopped gats/
From spitting with my similes, quick to be the crown-holder, now-colder than before, flat/
Lyrics won't phase me like bitches, snitches destroyed when annoying, no toying/
Winter nights I stay up, sinners fight and get laid up with bullets in their chest/
Who's the best? No less than what you guessed; I am the genesis of this new generation, face it/
I'm the pianist of the illest chords, lyrical serial killer with the liquid swords/
Possessor of the riddle hoards, I use sickles in gore, war I start with the sickest corps/
So analyze me, surprising ain't' it? A full-course slaughter in forty minutes/
Poorly written multies are burned in a churning furnace, in hell you're pitted/
Against Satan of the mic, fates see your plight; demons arise, building a fear to fight/
I'm in a flawless state of mind, a lawless trait of night, streaks of lyrical murder/
Hysterical churner of tight rhymes, a miracle hurter in the lime light, so go assert it/
I'm a messenger to tell you you're a passenger to hell, fasten-your belts for the fucking ride/
I deserve the golden crown with my wordplay the coldest now, I ain't going to lie/
That I molded nouns out of words, sold it ounce by ounce, not material crack, lyrical crack/
My style is bitten even if my multies are mildly written from the Nile to Britain/
Leviathan of the Rappin' Sea, mad emcees want to take my throne, fake-ass go home/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVWW1zcZSYE (The Instrumental)

Bite Afu-ra much? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MR8FwF0yMQk

I don't even know who's Afu-ra, sorry.

Oh, my bad, i shouldn't expect someone like you to listen to Afu-Ra.

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Sorry if I disappoint you. Makes you feel mighty now you know another black brother rapping? Actually, the first black brother rapping. Eminem is white, my bad.

[classthe_king]

Were you trying to say that now i finally listen to someone black, because eminem is the only person i listen to. Thats because i made my name after one of his albums

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Nah, that was a while ago. I figured joining an Eminem forum called for making an Eminem-related name, but I guess it was wrong. There can be fucktard names like classthe_king or shit like that. My bad.

[classthe_king]

Nah, that was a while ago. I figured joining an Eminem forum called for making an Eminem-related name, but I guess it was wrong. There can be fucktard names like classthe_king or shit like that. My bad.

Lol @ you saying fucktard.

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Lol @ you learning a new word.

[classthe_king]

Lol @ you learning a new word.

Because fucktard is a word...We would make fun of someone a shitload for saying fucktard at my school.