Demonic Freestyle

'sup yawl.....I go by the name of LSD, the Lyrikally Skilled Demon.

Been spittin for a while...Zimba emcee based in Scotland.

Just a quick keystyle to let yawl know what I'm workin with....let's go

I'm artistic lyrically, paintin pictures vividly /

Punchlines heaviweight that don't hesitate /

To make suckers levitate and knock 'em out physically /

Niggaz got no style so all they do is mimic me /

Literally,

My lyrikal skillz displayed like feathers on a peacock /

Spottin fakes from the altitude of a sea hawk /

Best believe their clocks counting down tick-tock /

Coz LSD's just another name for real Hip-Hop /

And I'll still be spittin hellfire even if the beat stop /

Flow's tighter than skin pores in a Russian winter /

Smack emceeing clowns for not heeding the hinter /

Have 'em speedin away like an Olympic sprinter /

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    edited February 2006
    born in da belly time between pillars of broken ivory

    ma rhyme genome express hate against misogny/

    deep chasasms, caverns of blatant lyrical adultery

    slaves of mental psychosis can't hear ur self like hypocracy/ :o

    untouched like da eden existent in a lil child's mind

    be aware of 'cause and effect' in ur lines/

    i seek knowledge with emphasis on lyrical enlightment

    touching so many cats been sued for sexual harasment/

    diamond studded microphone/ son of solomon,songs are known

    i compliment real iisshh specially if it cum from 'home'/

    Tyt verse man was feelin' it keep doin' ur thing man. :D :D :D

    :lol: :lol:
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    edited February 2006
    Nice stuff mceeQ. Damn...you on a whole 'nutha level! A'ight....LS comin in again.

    When I pay these php boards visits droppin krayzie-type lyrix /

    It's like the deadliest combination of mathematics and physics /

    More explosive than the an H-bomb undergoing nuclear fission /

    Mental incisions made with a neurosurgeon's precision /

    Tryna test L's bad for your health, hommie consult your dietician /

    Only way yawl seein me lyrically is thru telescopic vision /

    Deliverin enough heat to burn hell over at least thrice /

    Ain't been nu'in this nice since Asian girls with thick thighs /

    Bleedin niggaz in verse, makin wack emcees' hearts burst /

    Quenchin my vampire thirst by rhymin these words /

    Puttin the H-O-P back on the H-I-P hommie /

    Spittin sh!t so sick even H-I-V know me /

    I'm way too RAW, even in reverse I bring WAR /

    Exhalin barz with enough force to tear down walls /

    High velocity, undodgeable razor sharp words /

    Nouns and verbs neatly slice you into thirds /

    And that's my word
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    edited February 2006
    eish that was tight man :lol:
  • Vote Up0Vote Down
    edited February 2006
    I'm way too RAW, even in reverse I bring WAR
    OH MY GOD dats a killa line man loved itt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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    edited February 2006
    Thanx for the love gentlemen. So tell me....how does this site work? What goes on....and all that?
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    edited March 2006
    well da forum is like this,there's da moderaters whose in charge and iisshh.They like da police type on da forum.You choose wat u wanna do poetry chat with pple rhyme or battle other peeps,which is wat i usually do.Spend most of ma tyme in da battle forum where u earn ur strips by taking on someone else.You shuld go there and post coz u got da skillz and i know u can beat enuuff cats on dat forum!!!!!!!!!
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    edited March 2006
    Flow's tighter than skin pores in a Russian winter
    untouched like da eden existent in a lil child's mind
    Only way yawl seein me lyrically is thru telescopic vision /

    Tight lines,Ya n*ggaz got tight spits man!!
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    edited March 2006
    Thanx Concrete.

    I hear you mceeQ. I been battling for a while on another Zimbabwean website (Blaz)....but I been in semi-retirement for about half a year....might get back into it. We'll see.

    I'd be very much interested in developing my lyrical through interactions with other emcees...and hopefully elevating to audios. Any ideas on how I could go about that? :roll:
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    edited March 2006
    well i'm not really sure but you culd maybe post up a thread in da audio section asking if anyone wants to put ya on da track or something.Or betta idea post a thread on all da different forums asking for anyone who wants to do an audio track ya bound to find at least one person.
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    edited March 2006
    My main man LSD wud it is homie...word tz all love good ta check a familiar face up in hurr
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    edited March 2006
    'sup MayJ. Wus good dun? Yeah...I stumbled across this here site and it's a good look so I thot I'd stay....you know wat it is.

    Yeah....tryna get to grips with the new scenery.
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    edited March 2006
    ready or not here i come

    hold ya loved ones close coz snatchin' a king's ransom/

    pawn ur soul for a bootlegg copy of hanson

    da black messiah born from da barrel of a handgun/

    i speak in languages demons and angels can understand

    lyrical lynchin' ma incentive for rhymes and poems/

    i'm killin' em softly born in da belly time passed

    kickin' oestrogen emcee's of da ride with a bus passs/

    i rhyme fast meanin' dat yall niggaz gonna go last

    drown ya dreams like da kursk submarine blast

    reachin' a level where phosphorous light/

    is da only way to illuminate so all yall can survive/

    rappin' on passion is da worst drug

    coz u can't kick da habit its part of ya now you in love/

    light weighted beer lift jus above da tree line

    fcuk vegetarian assualts i'm a carnivore like felines/

    ma rap spread sheet unbalanced with corrupt rhymes

    killin' mcee's like a psycho,here me now one time!!!!!!!!/
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    CCMCCM
    edited March 2006
    playing on STDs and being ill is often done but often not as good as that:

    "Puttin the H-O-P back on the H-I-P hommie /

    Spittin sh!t so sick even H-I-V know me / "

    Tight line homes. It's well worded, rhymes nicely and the punchline is creative. I haven't heard anyone personify the illness and say it 'knows' them...creative dog, creative. Keep the magic alive.

    CCM
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    edited March 2006
    FUCK this cat is ill.........DEMON!!!! DAMN SON.. :shock: :shock: Gr8 skillz...Mceqq nice one kid much luv!~!!
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    edited March 2006
    thank you and i really mean dat

    da ball and chain theory put thru its paces/a testin' of verbal jestin' between angels and free mason's/

    a sect of underground emcees with ruthless microphones

    willin' to kill your family when ya on da front porch of ya home/

    systemic downloads of music corrupted with bloody cash

    ur lyrics divorce ur mouth so u be splittin' ur cheque in half/

    moral questions asked as they deface pulpits of homosexual priests

    i'm molestin these wack emcees over dungeon beats/i/.....pause and bicker with demons of inner meanin'/

    tip over ya beer to watch it splash upon da ceilin'/

    disease infested rats infiltratin' da fort/chemical warfare testin' amongst olympic sports

    da guinea pigs are black athletes stripped of their gold medalls

    after it became apparent they had performance enhancements/

    i scatter the ashes of ur money makin' dreams is burnt

    like retarded children any lesson is a hard lesson learnt/

    as its obviously relevant da ball has been thrown in da court

    and it has a chain linked to ma broken leg and sprained ankle/

    exist in da space between a millisecond/killin' mortals with a verbal essence

    stolen from da sleeves of japanese princess/
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    edited April 2006
    Soz, a nigga been busy. But back at it like a repeat offender.

    I'm still paintin pictures with these nouns~and~verbs

    Punchlines packed in the finest selection of sounds~and~words

    I smoke verses get high see the frowns~on~birds (they confused how a nigga get so high lol)

    My lyrical stature compared to yours is like a thousand~thirds

    Even if you wrote a thousand~words, I could crush you when I poise~in~ten

    Even if I exchanged weapons and toys~with~them

    They'd still murk their own sorry asses with my poison~pen

    That's why I don't bother myself makin noise~with~them

    Get the name right, it's L-S to the Demonic scriptures

    I spit flame like a dragon to hedonic split~ya

    Grip~ya strip~ya of ya faith, turn yawl heathens

    Would take me a thousand years in lyrical recession for us to even

    Tell me who want what, who wan' step up and get pumped

    Bodyslammed, clotheslined....side-stepped and dunked

    Dumped like faeces by 16s packed with disses

    The Demon's Purgatory thesis, that's what this is
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    edited April 2006
    MceeQ is on a whole new level... never heard/seen it before...

    You're tight man...
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    edited May 2006
    See thru saris on rap concubines/they try to read between the silk coded lines/

    Tactics eternal antiques/Crossing ages/on Vasco Da Gamic trips/no tariffs/

    Enclosing Africa/Brains rowing on flows/storming through commercial traffic/

    Demonic ponds/ harmonic/empty vessels throwing in stones/that’s comic /

    Reducing depth n meaning in rap?/we save the art by underground hydraulics/

    Da ball n da chain/I’m stuck on the ball/ chain off mcq got me strapped in this African cult/

    Poetic incense/protecting the divorce of rhyme and reason/commercial put the two in a bout/

    A few injuries met by the supplies of a correct rap dosage/the ball back in its concave socket/

    I’m out
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    edited May 2006
    See thru saris on rap concubines/they try to read between the silk coded lines/

    Tactics eternal antiques/Crossing ages/on Vasco Da Gamic trips/no tariffs/

    Enclosing Africa/Brains rowing on flows/storming through commercial traffic/

    Demonic ponds/ harmonic/empty vessels throwing in stones/that’s comic /

    Reducing depth n meaning in rap?/we save the art by underground hydraulics/

    Da ball n da chain/I’m stuck on the ball/ chain off mcq got me strapped in this African cult/

    Poetic incense/protecting the divorce of rhyme and reason/commercial put the two in a bout/

    A few injuries met by the supplies of a correct rap dosage/the ball back in its concave socket/

    I’m out
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    edited May 2006
    much respect to the people who preceed me

    on this thread your spitting nuthin but gold

    keep lines alive

    i connect to stats and info through digital sockets/

    replacing flesh with machines so that im an object/

    that you expect to come storming out of a rocket/

    because many are too used to speaking scien fiction/

    space cadets that could take on one mission/

    but i envision worlds that scope the the division/

    of space and time words and rhymes picked with prescion/

    so that im timeless in my approach on my own/

    i tear apart a world that was built by a microphone/

    becoz i pull cables and when im focused i sever lines/

    so that people forget that there were pages behind/

    plagerists are starting to get afrocentric relentless/

    for a while the games has bin defensless its senseless/

    but i come to show that my thoughts are endless/

    take you to the end of the universe to show you were to start/

    my big bang on charts is sure to arrive in parts/

    i packege it in parcels so that every one can get a piece/

    sandals on my feet makes the jesus christ pose complete/

    i ressurect to preach to lost scribes to put it on sheets/

    of papyrus thats used to direct a fleet to breach/

    the defences written knowledge and established speach/
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    edited May 2006
    [quote name="black ghost"]

    i connect to stats and info through digital sockets/

    replacing flesh with machines so that im an object/

    that you expect to come storming out of a rocket/

    because many are too used to speaking scien fiction/

    space cadets that could take on one mission/

    but i envision worlds that scope the the division/

    of space and time words and rhymes picked with prescion/

    so that im timeless in my approach on my own/

    i tear apart a world that was built by a microphone/

    becoz i pull cables and when im focused i sever lines/

    so that people forget that there were pages behind/

    plagerists are starting to get afrocentric relentless/

    for a while the games has bin defensless its senseless/

    but i come to show that my thoughts are endless/

    take you to the end of the universe to show you were to start/

    my big bang on charts is sure to arrive in parts/

    i packege it in parcels so that every one can get a piece/

    sandals on my feet makes the jesus christ pose complete/

    i ressurect to preach to lost scribes to put it on sheets
    /

    of papyrus thats used to direct a fleet to breach/

    the defences written knowledge and established speach/[/quote]

    wow.The Ghost was unleashed.here to stay for real.i salute this piece.
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    edited May 2006
    let ma paint a masterpiece even Da Vinci will compliment/a X,Y theorem think dat ur da dominant

    species when insects will populate da planet when George Bush accidentally pushes da red button/

    poison quills to stain da pages of undocumented history/brutal scenes of inhuman forms of debauchery/

    i slay da demon's holdin' down ma soul with a mic shaped in a crucifix/and molest innocence with no lubricants/

    this form of verbal alchemy outlawed by priestesses dat lost virginty to angels lost on da river Ganga Ganges/

    scale heights of lyrically constructed Andes/plate techtonic mechanics left a spanner in da workings/

    a Merovingian descendant no Dan Brown affiliate/spitting a bloody flow like a gals first period/

    not expected similar to raps false prophets/consort with devils with da black wings of cheap profit/

    slit throats with a dagger stolen from Azreal's sleeves/crudely decapitate these emcees/with stone knives like cave men/

    death an aquintance/i humble ma self by mutilating ma own skin/

    carry a capsule of scorpion venom around ma neck/in case da shadows capture ma soul i ain't sayin' sh*t/

    i dragg rappers feet first into da subtarenean/chains and whips screams of a demon's moanin'/

    Priory of Zion
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    edited May 2006
    deep mceeq no other words

    rappers are dragged in feet first really never knowing/

    candy wrappers stripped of to show they were never flowing/

    the anger of not exploding has got me creatively corroding/

    spitting acid venom through fangs at the mighty and headstrong/

    hoping to beget a spawn that forces people to get gone/

    fresh to death so these opposite are aquainted with death/

    im ravenous the shards of bone in my mouth scream through my breath/

    a dgragon in flesh i drag on the smoke of the birth sent/

    from the mouths of architects tryin to create a monument/

    i speak computech cause my thoughts are born in technology/

    used by pharoah to bridge the narrow minds and marrow/

    at the apex of the temples i resurrect sharper than an arrow/

    from the bow of the gods so from olympus i plot/

    using templates from the distruction if wrought ive brought/

    moving from killing first borns to creating nagasaki children of the corn/

    atom bombs are the thorns in the crown around my form/

    but their never really understanding when their demanding/

    challengers never knowing that im the one handling/

    all business from hades im the one dismantling/

    word by word false phrophets who are rambling/
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    edited January 2010
    Yo

    F*ck all the acting, and I certainly ain't one

    But whenever I Bond these words they Pearce (pierce) like Brosnan

    And like Daniel Craig I'm here to take over

    Back like 70's fashion with a minor make over

    Used to be the Demon, now Lyrikal-dot-Skillz

    Scriptures bear testimony that Lyrikal got skillz

    As predicted in the Qu'ran and in the ancient Bible

    LS has returned, raise ya lyrical rifles

    Soldiers
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