Freestyle Two

I like FreeStyle one, but I thought I'd start a freestyletwo, with more of a hip-hop feal to it. (same add-on consept though, take it where you will... except to a record company, consider it copyrighted.)

So watcha gonna do,

with free-style number two,

It's startin' here with me,

but soon it's all you,

yes soon it's all a y'all,

yeah, those who feel the call,

the call to free style an'

and keep this jamin' for a while,

add your name at the end,

don't keep a low profile,

just keep the beat the same,

unless you think it's too tame,

and if you can't quite catch it,

the text base is to blame.

 So is rick tellin' me,
 that we can be free,
 of dubblespacing every line,
 very monotonously,
 if we put a space in front, an'
 use this font?, lemme see...

 weehoo, it worked,
 my intrest is perked,
 inside the program,
 the answers have lurked.

~*~

 i just wanted to say
 that if you wanna be a dude
 there's no need to be rude
 just do it
 you can do it in the living room
 you can do it in the nude
 you can do it under the stars 
 or you can just get tattooed
 your moma's name
 or your sistah's fame
 it doesn't matter at all
 whether you're short 
 or you're tall
 because inside we're all
 people.

 I'm wired and uninspired,
 If I were hired I'd now be fired,
 I can't seem to streem lyrically,
 and keep the words as they should be,
 My meaning is weening away,
 My lethargy is here to stay,
 My choatic mind goes to and fray,
 without the patience to stay and play,
 on one topic, in one style,
 I begin to meander after a while,
 a while is short in this sport,
 the words wander and then contort,
 Have I lost it or never had it,
 meaningfull ranting or just speratic,
 I feel empty up in my attic,
 nothingness leaves only bliss,
 unless one is as sick as this,
 as massochistic as me here now,
 It's really twisted, I'll teach you how,
 and if you missed it, don't have a cow,
 I'm going on, saying nothin'
 I have a lover - the sexxy rushin,
 she leaves me speechless and def-ly gusshing,
 What can I say, when the words won't stay,
 Where I want'm so I can flaunt'm,
 first I mumble and then I stumble,
 and then my readers begin to grumble,
 not cocky or even humble,
 today I'm apathetic untill I rumble,
 I need a topic that's microscopic,
 so I can rant with a groovie slant,
 my opionion leads to deminion,
 but not for me just for my minions,
 I got new CDs of rap graffiti's,
 I eat my wheaties, n'still get diseases,
 I want the sleasbags and the hell-sent,
 to get the fuck out of the government,
 when their gone to where they went,
 then my dream, it will be spent,
 and I'll move on, right to another,
 about my sexxy erotic lover,
 I'll leave the prudes running for cover,
 and leave a presant there fit for their mother,
 Time to go on, for I was wrong,
 time for a song, now sing a along,
 the words won't come, like I've had rum,
 but I'm uninfluenced as humans come,
 why won't my lines become less dumb,
 why won't this art be appropriately fun?

 It's the Zack attack,
 so get off of your crack,
 and off your riddlin'
 yeah come'on it's not a sin,
 to jump around and make a sound,
 I once was lost but now I'm found,
 I've got my feet back on the ground,
 and my beat goes Poun-didy-Pound-Pound!!
 
 Look around now
 Whatcha see,
 campers writin'
 joyously,
 on this page
 put here for free,
 it's here for us,
 it's here for me,
 It's here for you,
 so fuckin' rad
 so fuckin' cool
 that it makes
 me wanna drool
 beem at you
 and grin at thee,
 you're so georgious
 I can see,
 you stinkin' camper,
 world-tramper
 with mother culture
 let us tamper,
 I must confess
 I want to mess
 with society,
 reality,
 and the concept of
 plurality,
 this is the flow,
 as it was surly
 meant to be,
 can't you see,
 you and me,
 being free,
 to disagree,
 and change the world,
 speratically,
 thinkin' is the key,
 to whoever you really
 wanna be,
 cause you'll never
 really know,
 till you set your mind free,
 free of asumptions
 corruptions and authorities,
 you got to get yo' mind free
 of other peoples priorities
 and other peoples standards
 of what you can and can't do,
 the only one who really knows
 is in your head and hence can see,
 and the only person in your head
 should by all means by thee!

	thee he said, rappin out his rhymes
	me he meant,  i should get with the times
	rappin and singin
	rhymin and flingin 
	words truths metaphores
	people friends whores
	i should write about jennyrose
	i should rap about samara
	i should try to compose
	a song about carsie, or laura
	i shouldn't fake i shouldn't pose	
	i should just beat-du-be-beat
	feel the heat, feel the rhythm
	of the rhymes and the people i chose
	hear it goes, right on time:

	jennyrose is a star
	she's so far out
	she's a sticky tar
	love
	she's pretty likea
	dove
	i wanna be her sing her
	love her bring her
	home, i wanna drop the tone
	i wanna pick up the telephone
	and call her, bawl to her
	listen to her, refer
	to the love and the water
	and the sky and the moon
	how i always sought 'er
	how she makes em swoon
	i wanna tell her she's lovely
	tell her she's great
	tell her she's floatin above me
	pretty like sticky tar love
	pretty and flyin like a dove

	there's more to come from mixmaster girl
	listen later, stay tuned round the world
	i can rap and i can rhyme
	it may be lame but it's just fine
	cause it's the truth it's real
	it's how i feel
	it's the raw deal
	pow spin the wheel
	and it's your turn man
	your turn female
	listening from the stands?
	well it's time to set sail
	just drop some rhymes
	write some lines
	feel the beat-bu-beat
	get off your seat
	and GO: 

 Ho now,
 Jake he will be jealous
 of the rhymin of y'all fella's
 cause your rhymin' is so zealous,
 so I hope he doesn't kill us,
 for startin' with this ya-hee,
 while brother's in hawaii,
 but if so it's his own fault,
 yeah, for slackin' far from me,
 the boy's in the pacific,
 and I'm sure it is terrific,
 three computers was his guess,
 at vary most, an that's specific,
 for the whole island they call maui,
 he chose a nice one - it's a wow-ee,
 from what I saw when I was there,
 the computers numbering three,
 is perhaps an exaguration,
 but most probababaly,
 nothin' short of bein'
 as true as true can be.
 So when the brother gets home,
 I'm gonna storm into his room,
 and play all my new hip-hop,
 with a boom-chiki-boom-boom,
 And then I'll greet his sister,
 you know I really miss her,
 she walked by the violent femms,
 and the sun got a blister,
 but now enough about sir jake,
 the boy diserves a wake,
 he's been gone for so long,
 it's been a week sinse we last spake,
 but if not about him
 who shall I rap about?
 I have endless seeming choices,
 I'll say that without a doubt,
 but I think my rhyme is done,
 I think the time has come,
 for the Ducts to speek of sleep,
 an for me to git me some.

  but we musn't forget to praise our 
  summie star
  she's a gift from afar
  an' she got it rappin'
  like a superstar
  yeah she got it tappin' 
  like a wonderbar
  can't stop her 
  when she got it so far
  runnin' loose
  like a loose caboose
  wild and free
  like a willow tree
  she's a magic fire
  you just can't run it by her.

 Oh of course, pardon me,
 I just had a place to be,
 So now about summer,
 (A founding tubby-rummer)
 If she doesn't write more here,
 it will truely be a bummer,
 cause sum of us can see,
 that summer's the best there be,
 and that commin' from me,
 is a page-founders decree,
 this page was made by me,
 and as far as I can see,
 summer tubby-rummer,
 is a rapper naturallee,
 I am honored by her presance,
 and awed by her skill,
 if she wrote a hundred pages,
 I could never get my fill,
 her rhymes are pure talant,
 while /my/ efforts are mearly valiant,
 her rhymes they are robust,
 for life she has a lust,
 her rythem keeps us rockin',
 her lyrical skills are shockin',
 she keeps the beat as smooth,
 as the artist called McLachlan,
 She does it all with skill,
 she does it all with style,
 she's so damn good at everything
 I start droolin' after a while.
 be it running to be mayor,
 or runnin' the cd player,
 she's got skills in all dirrections,
 I mean jsut check out her hai-r,
 the girl's so damn rad,
 the girl drives us mad,
 the apitimy of a camper,
 in thrift store garb she's clad.
 from texas to eugene...
 is phily inbetween?
 you've got an open invitation,
 if you know just what I mean,
 I'm gonna miss camp this summer,
 and part of camp is Summer,
 and it'll be quite a bummer,
 to miss that tubby-rummer.

 What is rap for?
 What's hip-hop all about?
 and will there ever be a leader
 ta answer that without a doubt?
 I surely hope not,
 yeah, I surely hope their ain't,
 cause if there's one thing rap's not,
 it's conformists in the paint,
 I wanna be free
 and so do all'a ye,
 so let the Wu-tang do their thang,
 an just be whatcha wanna be,
 I for one am havin fun,
 and none of my songs are even done,
 none even have a beat,
 but the words are quite a treat,
 At least I hope they are,
 cause that's all I've got so far,
 but soon I'll have more,
 and maybe be a star,
 but if I go in search of fame,
 and chose to play that game,
 you can smack my ass,
 if I forget from where I came.
 I wanna be an FC, not an MC or DJ,
 I suppose it's verbal menusia,
 But sometimes that is okay,
 F as in a Freestyler,
 C as in Composer,
 as wicked as "the wild thing"
 but I'm more than just a closer,
 I wanna mix with my picks
 from a campers bag of tricks,
 I wanna write rhymes about my times
 on route six-sixty-six,
 chillin' with Satan,
 Also known as jared,
 he's gonna have a kid now,
 I'm getting second hand scared,
 but I know he can do it,
 if anyone can,
 cause Jared Souza has style,
 he's the man.
 that boy can play guitar,
 and his stories are bazaar,
 not to mention random,
 and you know how I like that,
 I'm almost as random,
 as the ick with the red hat,
 So I wanna do hip-hop,
 an ad a little be-bop,
 you'll never hear my mouth stop,
 with ben's guitar as my backdrop,
 and some Lesters on the drums,
 see how the beat comes,
 those boys could keep it commin',
 usin' nothin' but their thumbs.
 Add a little dij-,
 and don't forget the -eredo,
 and then sit back in awe,
 and hear the things we do.
 I wanna form a band,
 y'all'll have to come to phily,
 but that's okay you'll like it,
 it's a nice place, /really!/
 or maybe more loose-knit,
 maybe a bit more spead about,
 could we collaborate,
 and from a thousand miles shout?
 I dunno if it will happen,
 but if you ever make an album
 and deside you'd like some rappin'
 then call me up quick,
 yeah, call me up first,
 cause when it comes to wanting rhymes,
 I'll do my best to quench your thirst.

 we're hoppin and we're poppin rhymes
 choppin words and keeping the core
 this is worth more than dollars and dimes
 more than a million more more more
 more than the change spillin'
 in your couch all those times
 more than the money fillin'
 up all the banks
 so /thanks/
 thanks for contributin', thanks for convolutin'
 all your words into these fine rhymes
 thanks for complimentin', thanks for forgivin'
 thanks for overlookin'
 all my bad lines

 now keep in time and rhyme some more
 let's score with the hippity hop
 let's make it more
 drop some words and bring your creativity
 i know you can do it,
 i know you could write brillantly
 i did it zack did it jennyrose did too
 they were all great, so are you!

_______________________________________________________________________________

 Now Stuart is here 
 there is no reason to fear.
 I telling you all to get your act in gear.
 I need a friend but nobodys near.

 I'm just chilling about 
 of that there is no doubt.
 I'm here and I'm trying to shout
 but you wouldn't know what I'd be talking about.

 I'm bound in chains of your words
 Nothing to do but say it's ubsurd 
   

 I'm tring to hide from your hypocritical mind 
 But there's nothing for me to say or hide behind
 I would love to make time rewind 
 The words you speak you can't even define.

Lyricists include:

Jazkharma

roseynamegirl

summie

Stuee