free style 3000
Mood:
cool
Topic: freestyles
Artist: Akon f/ Styles P
Album: Trouble
Song: Locked Up (Remix)
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Styles P]
Locked up, they won't let me out
And I had a long day in court, shit stress me out
Won't give me a bill, they can't get me out
Now I'm headin to the County, gotta do a bid here
I used to livin luxurious, I don't wanna live here
The walls is gray, the clothes is orange
The phones is broke, the food is garbage
Lotta niggaz is livin with these circumstances
S.P.'s the same, I still merk ya mans-es
Drug money to rap money, work advances
Niggaz ran and told, I shoulda merked to Kansas
Got popped for a murder attempt
Knock me on D-Block when I was burnin the hemp
Had a brick in the stash
Hope they don't take it to a further extent
Locked up and they won't let me out
When I hit my cellblock, niggaz know the dread be out
[Akon]
I'm steady tryin to find a motive, why do what I do?
The freedom ain't gettin no closer, no matter how far I go
My car is stolen - no registration
The cops patrollin - and now they done stopped me
And I get locked up
[Chorus: Akon]
They won't let me out
They won't let me out
I'm locked up; they won't let me out, nooo
They won't let me out
I'm locked up, they won't let me out
They won't let me out
I'm locked up, they won't let me out, nooo
They won't let me out
[Akon]
Headin up town to re-up, back with a couple ki's
The corner block's on fire, undercovers dressed as fiends
Makin so much money - product's movin fast
Put away the stash - as I sold the last bag
Fucked around and got locked up
[Chorus] w/ variations + ad libs
[Styles P.]
Now that I'm locked up I rep two sets so
I'ma +Ryde or Die+ and stay D-Blocked up
Two toothbrushes up, whoever want it with P
When I walk by, nigga get up
Cause I'm locked up, they can't get me out
I smoke a stick of haze when they stress me out
Go and hit the bar when the wrecks be out
Can't wait for the day when they let me out
[Akon]
Cause visitation no longer comes by
It seems like they forgot about me
Commissary is gettin empty
My cellmates gettin food without me
I can't wait to get out and move forward with my life
(Move on with my life)
Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right
But instead I'm here locked up
[Chorus] w/ variations + ad libs
[Outro] over [Chorus - repeat to fade]
Cause I'm locked up
Where's my lawyer
.. Get me out of here
Baby I'm locked up
Where's my niggaz on the block
Tell them I'm locked up
I'm locked up
.. Can you please accept my phone call
Freestyles........ Rap!!!
slimfredy
05/24/04@21:02 freestlyle... go!!!
ME
seanssx3@hotmail.com
06/13/04@15:46 i fucked yo mom
me
seanssx3@hotmail.com
06/13/04@15:46 wut u say to that?
I am weird
06/14/04@05:27 I am sad,sad,sad,sad,sad,sad,sad,sad,sad and guess
what...im SAD! [and so are u]
06/15/04@02:31 ya'll dumb!!!
this site it prehistoric!!! check out rap-underground.com
unkown
assasin_homicide_11@hotmail.com
06/18/04@12:50 first of all my mom dosnt like pepeole who smoke dicks for
a living and besides you belong on a tampax tool for free
and i bet u have a pussy that smells like pepe le pieu
LYRICSPITTA
06/23/04@00:00 LAME AZZ MF'Z.........
weed man
shorty_pro_skater@hotmail.com
06/23/04@21:39 gansta shit
Pimp
Anton_Lyon_69@hotmail.com
07/07/04@05:27 BITCH
Pimp
Anton_Lyon_69@hotmail.com
07/07/04@05:27 BITCH
[]_unaz
07/07/04@05:27 Punk ass Bitch whoes Got tha fucking guts to freestyle me??
pimp
Anton_Lyon_69@hotmail.com
07/07/04@05:27 fuck you all ... u aiint go notin on me
pimp
07/07/04@05:27 fuck you all ... u aiint go notin on me
pimp
07/07/04@05:27 fuck you all ... u aiint go notin on me
pimp
07/07/04@05:27 fuck u all ... u aiint go notin on me
thug
shrthug25@netscape.net
07/14/04@05:56 ill battle any 1
thug
07/14/04@05:57 come on bitchs
your moma
07/17/04@18:50 shut up bitches
m c kaneo
rabbitohkane@yahoo.com
07/18/04@22:57 every one here a dogs,even them fuckin wogs
Mc Catastophe
ludacrisguy18@hotmail.com
07/21/04@01:37 Yo rabbito kane your styles are so fucking plain its
enough to drive a man insane you spit one more verse you
be in pain so keep the fuck out of my path and if you
decide not to you'll feel my wrath so shut the up and sit
down or im gonna beat your ass all over this town.
Mc catastrophe
ludacrisguy@hotmail.com
07/21/04@01:46 shrtthug ain't no thug i'll squash you squash you like
some fucking bug so quit fronting you can't freestyle go
learns some skills cause you are'nt worth my while why
don't you try a little thing called a piece of paper and
pen then callme back and see if you can battle then you
don't stand a chance rappin with the big boys so stop
rappin and playin with your toys.
killah goon
killahgoon@aol.com
07/21/04@13:15 i spit murder/you spit gerber/i spit furhter/you throw
tantrums/i flow anthems/i bone divas/you jerk off watching
kelly and regis
Johnny
ludacrisguy18@hotmail.com
07/23/04@01:57 im white im mexican im everything above what you gay G
what u trying to get my love i like to through bricks at
little children well your momma squats and takes a piss
and this one u can't miss i beat my hoes with canes so im
going to beat you with my hoes well u suck on my toes well
i blow a load well i call you toad,cover you with soap and
smoke all my dope.
atl'z bestest pimp
07/25/04@14:00 i can't rap
but i can beat or tapp/ i can run from da po po'z like
oooo snap/i gotta gun so u betta scat/ yall pretty good/
but i dounbt yall from da hood.. yall probly just some
pozerz/ ni99az tear yall azzes up and blow off ur sholderz/
i'm tellin yaz/betta shut the f**k up/ya bunch of stuck up
f**kaz
mike N
nealenterprise@aol.com
07/26/04@07:29 \i rock enogoh ice fo kids to skate\ my changes swing back
and forth like kid swings play on/ i rock coogi sweaters
more colors then crayons/ i spit mo game then playstion 2
kids play on\
When theses things pop off u better doge like a viper\ cuz
if you dont you will get rained on like a windowshield
wiper\ i stack bricks like i stack my money\ i got mo
workers then pimps got honeys\ i dont leave tips unless
there hollow\ i dont hang wit girls unless they swollow
Steve
Nolimits4me9900@aol.com
07/26/04@07:45 You bitches are servin nothin but the fake/ gettin smashed
like silver glass plates/ I ride on ya till you can't no
longer breath, feed, or succeede/ya feel me/ My game is
tight, blowin up harder than a stick of dynamite/ crashing
on you bitches chewin yo asses out like a fat man Hungry
waitin to eat, starting to pout/Im ending ya career like
Elvis Presly tryin to dump you out/
popdizzle
natoriousbandit@aol.com
07/27/04@09:49 yo yall whack some one mail me at natoriousbandit@aol.com
com lets battle if u live in philly give me ya nuba so i
can chew u up on da phone wats good
Mc Kasanova
07/27/04@10:04 You niggas are sorry with cha fake ass rhymes/I be da gurl
from NBA street and start dropin dimes/That catastrophe mc
anit got nothing on me/gee/my rhyme game so sick they on
BET/ok/Im in da middile of the war smokein SES/that
microphone feind labled K-A-S/I been changing lanes in a
Range Rova/ I the best rapper alive u herd Jigga man
HOVA/I got it all i went from RAGS to RICHES/I got gats
knives cars and 10 bitches you can catch me wing side man
doing my thing/cause when i right with my pen it got me
next to don king/im blowin h2o and in a H2 with a project
chick name rachel/i got rocks on my neck with a big ass
peace/and come threw in da lex with claudad or reese/ with
no roof on the top thats my sunday car in that hummer
lookin hot thats my monday car/i got a stable of hoes im a
PIMP/ we slay bitches on a amtrack with rams or deez/we
put beams on our gats we detail our weapons/ and the way
that we write we eat bitches for breakfest/ Niggas hear
how i spit/ and wonder how i right it/ KAS go anywhere
automatic pilot.
Kasanova has spoken album out November 21st in Philly
Jyeah and uhh.....if you don't belive me watch
Mc Kasanova
07/27/04@10:06 Thats 2004 people
Mc Kasanova
07/27/04@10:08 U got beef kid
Mc Kasanova
07/27/04@10:09 Yall niggas anit got the talent to fuck with me
mike N
Nealenterprise@aol.com
07/28/04@11:09 i got beff wit any nigga\i'll cook you like you were winni
the pooh and tigga\ i'm like a gardener i put niggas in the
soil\ un like yo shitmy shit dont spoil/ you rap yo shit in
aluminfoil\ while you tryin to get on me you need to get on
yo self/ yo mom still buyin yo cloths off the k-mart shelf/
mike N
Nealenterprise@aol.com
07/28/04@11:09 i got beff wit any nigga\i'll cook you like you were winni
the pooh and tigga\ i'm like a gardener i put niggas in the
soil\ un like yo shitmy shit dont spoil/ you rap yo shit in
aluminfoil\ while you tryin to get on me you need to get on
yo self/ yo mom still buyin yo cloths off the k-mart shelf/
Mc Kasanova
07/29/04@05:46 IN DA MIDDLE OF A WAR SMOKIN DA SES
ITS THE MIC KILLA LABELED K-A-S
IMA FLOW TILL THE DAY I REST
YOU WONT STOP HEARING ME TILL YOU ACCEPT ME AS DA BEST
ITS THE EAR DRUMS OF YALL THAT I FINESSE
ITS KASANOVA
WITH A FRESH LYRICAL BULLDOZER
FOR YALL TO TRY TO GET OVER
BUT LIKE CURING AIDS IT CANT BE DONE
YOU WILL NEVER SEE KAS ON THE RUN
BETTA CHANCE SEEIN HIM FLASH THE GUN
TO A OLD ASS NUN FUCKIN WITH HER CALLING HER HUN
YO IM SICK OF THE WACK GETTIN RICHES AND FAME
WHEN THEY SHOULD BE ACREDDITING MY NAME
I SLEPT FOR A MINUTE TRYIN TO BE HOLY
BUT THE CURRENCY LIKE ALWAYS CONTROLS ME
ITS THE EXTENDED
SICK OF YOU WHO PRETENDED
TO BE A WISEGUY
WHEN ITS MY STYLE THAT I LENDED
INSTEAD OF PROLONGING SHIT IMA END IT
TO MY FAMILYS DOING TIME FOR THE GAME THEY COULDNT ABORT
WHEN THE ONLY REASON THEY SOLD DRUGS WAS CAUSE THEY HAD A
FAM TO SUPPORT
ITS LIKE THIS SHITS A TRAP AND LIKE A NET IM CAUGHT
WHETHER ITS BEING SOLD OR BOUGHT
MY SKILL CANNOT BE STOLEN BUT IT CAN BE TAUGHT
CALL ME THE HARDCORE PROFESSOR
THE MICROPHONE MOLESTER
THIS RHYME IS FOR MY PEOPLE ON THE CORNER AT NIGHT
OR THE GANGSTERS THAT DRIVE AROUND LOOKING FOR A FIGHT
NOT FOR THE NIGGAZ THINKIN THEY CAN SMOKE CUZ THEY GOT A
LIGHT
RHYME NUMBER THREE
IMA LEAVE WONDERING WHEN THE NEXT WILL BE
JUST REMEMBER THIS STYLE IMPORTED FROM NYC
Mc Kasanova
07/29/04@05:50 I stand my ground lyrically bound,
To a mic on my right arm aimin 2 impound,
Then next brotha that wishes ta speed bye,
Wavin' fake gang signs like he simply wavin' hi,
It makes me sick that all these wannabes wanna try,
To testify, I DENY!
Access to my tireless trainin',
As I work on the stage, style drainin',
All the methodical fools frontin' tools,
Screamin' they lay the law make the rules,
Yet they need mad PRACTICE!
TRACK THIS!
I'am the one who drops knowledge in a rage like an angry
sage,
Writin' confusin' chapters forcin' fakaz to turn the page,
You lock me in the cage, I JUST BUST YA GAUGE!
I've been work since the age of a juvenile,
Kickin' continuous hotbeats and phat style,
YET YOUR IN THIEF DENIAL!
Walkin' tall yet stolen profile,
And now your in Hell's court, time for the trial,
Your turn to be tested and bested,
Like I was before I rested,
And took on the brothaz on the current rap scence,
Kickin' madd whackness yet clockin' madd green,
I'VE COME TO REIGN SUPREME!!!
Bring forth my lyrical dream team,
DIVINE, MURDA, AND SCHEME!!
So don't forget to avoid the blink,
Stand wide-eyed and think,
Cause my gat reacts faster than your bat,
When its all over,
People will stand above and ask, who was that?
The insane mic rocka,
The fake b~tch stalka,
Mc Kasanova
07/29/04@05:53 I been through many a battle
filled with scratches and gashes
when I start to flame, my brain
reduces you to cinders and ashes
light flashes
and smoke rises higher
and like the Hot Boys and NBA JAM
I got the DJ screamin that "He's on fire!"
I'm not warm, and **ck Hot
I'm leavin' ice on stage
I don't burn it, instead I freeze
when I go into a rage
wisdom remains in my mind
like that of a wise old sage
I'll still be rippin' it
when I'm kickin' it
at a wise old age
like how I Enter the Dragon
while I'm stylin' and saggin'
braggin'
(much love to b-boys.com, for showin' rappers, breakin'
and taggin')
haters are stallin' and laggin'
And I be screamin' out, "I don't know you!"
shootin' power out my fingers
like my name was Goku
oh you
know that rivals trip over things they have to go through
when I make 'em commit hari-kari (suicide)
and say sorry
while I hit the red button rapid-fire
like I'm playin' on an Atari
Centipede
all y'all illiterate motha**ckas,
READ!
or you can watch me proceed
to give you what you need
and I make your eardrums bleed
with sonic booms cause
I break sound barriers with godspeed
like Guile, and all the while
grabbin' dollars with greed
I spread my words like I'm spreadin' my seed
doin' the dirty deed
like I was drinkin, baby, Doin' the Dew
Punchin' like Apollo Creed
oh, who knew it was you?
I bust irregular patterns like MNM
and clone the styles of others
while I continue to disassemble them
If I'm a mother**cker, have I **cked your mother?
now
my veins are enlarged
while I slaughter beef like Mad cow(way overused)
screamed at 'em and charged
"like" is all I seem to say
but that's cause I live in an ice cream castle like Morris
Day
slicin' fools like OJ
Holdin' the mic till my wrists turn limp just like I was
gay
flowers and sunny like May
making you darken and get shady like you went from white
to gray
like a little kid who can't wait to get outside and play
with girls filled with silicon like
the California Bay
And you relax when I act like your shit is okay
but then I put a hunch in your back like I was diggin' away
makin' a grave while you startin' to pray
hard like a saint who really can't wait to hear what God
has to say
like a deadbeat that don't wanna pay
like a sheep that went astray
Slicin' through skin like a laser ray
people followin' me like I was a beacon
guiding the way
like my name was Ice Cube
screamin' out YAY-YAY!
Like a guy with a pregnant girl, knowin' he don't wanna
stay
I leave marks on your face just like my name was Mary Kay
much to your dismay
whenever I put on a display
pullin' knives and spinnin' silver blades that's Ginsu
Whippin' much *ss like I'm a full member of the Ginyu
explain me?
you can't even begin to
see what I'm into
is battling you
and power bombing you
and then I pin you
and spin you
girls, you know I wanna get in you
the steamin' demon
who's screamin'
and seems to be creamin'
mutha**ckas with a weakness of
dreamin' that I wasn't so supreme n'
streamin'
like audio on the net
beamin'
on a strong signal
seein' that y'all ain't ready yet
blowin' up like an enveloped bomb in the mail
while I repeatedly smack you in the mouth
and make you whimper and wail
incredibly shrinkin' MCs down to miniature scale
fools die off when they try to follow me like Oregon trail
retelling an ancient tale
pull out a dusty *ss book
I grip the mic and it starts to rain and hail
your mom will cry about the life I took
search for my flow like the search for the Holy Grail
like Monty Python
and ni**as scream while I
get my laser sight on
and my write on
with my light on
the tight song
is right on
point
while I continue to annoint
and tearin' up the whole joint
while other fools just smokin'
you need to realize
that although I play around
Nemesis ain't jokin'
and when we battle I make you start chokin'
on every sentence
when I come through your city and welcome all challengers
ni**as fall on their knees with all repentance
I run marathon freestyles like
the Bay to Breakers
and you see my face on boxes
like I was one of the Quakers
who the **ck do you think I am
after a battle
I'll have you screamin' out uncle and auntie and grandma
and yes sir and yes ma'am
onlookers screamin' out "Damn!"
got problems?
we can solve 'em, man
while I'm exposing you just like my **ckin' name was
Candid Cam
I'm rough enough to where I can sand paper with my vocal
chords
but invincible enough to where I can wipe my *ss with
samurai swords
snappin' the thickest of boards
with my telekenetics
that's where I hold the universe
I got you fools sweatin' heavy
like I was calisthenics
and you get hit with shards of shrapnel
when I make my iron quotes burst
and disperse
you get worse
with verse upon verse
and at the end of a battle you'll have to have me call for
a nurse
and driven off in a hearse
when they find out that they're facing me
emcees wanna to curse
I sling you around with one arm like a purse
but of course you realize that I have to deconstruct you
first
and
ni**as know I'm supreme
but I'm not a supremacist,
stretching on and on like Dhalsim
and charming to feminists
screamin' "YOGA FIRE!"
like the last time I made a reference to Street Fighter
I don't really give a damn
cause I don't know who to give it to
but you know if you really want it then I'll give it to you
while I represent the Unknown, my old crew
fools wanted to grope when the pope dropped the soap
they zoomed in with a sniper scope and
made a noose for me out of a hemp rope
but lit it up and it made an increase in my temp, hope
that you can believe that this is only a fraction of what
I send
when I have you rising up so fast that you get sick from
the bends
I make speeches so superflous you have to commend
my style is highly noted and I simply must recommend
take my advice and run for cover
The beginning -the end.
Kinda long, but I hope y'all hip H3(hip hop heads) like
it. "And I'm only at 50% of my power, Goku."
Kasanova has spoken 3 Times...
(I wasn't gonna post this because it was so long, but
homeboy got sum tight lics, anyone wanna step to him?)
Goku
07/29/04@05:56 U Anit Shit Kasanova
Mc Kasanova
07/29/04@06:05 Holla at ya Kid Mike N U anit got no rhymes at all before
i got i got some thing else
You's a herd i'm a all out scoudarl/I toss and pound you
till you see stars obrit around u/ don't fall or slip they
left you broke as they found you/send you back to where
ever so ya boys can clown you/and ya rhymes arent average
neither/ box u in till u think u got cabin fever/
I am out see ya'll Thursday or Wednesday or Earlyer u
never know when King Kas will be back
marcus
08/02/04@13:44 Boo you stink
Mc Kasanova
08/09/04@16:58 Damn Ya'll Bitches are scared as hell fuck all yall pussys
thats why ya'll niggas could no step up to my rhymes HA HA
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!
C - GuLL
papichuchu05@aol.com
08/09/04@16:58 West 140 home of the crips/ load the .38 Cal, cock n grip
hunt ya enemy till you prevail then come out and purchase
your wifey's platnium vail/ 24/7 always on the run, snatch
n run we do it for fun/ from Kindergarten to Rated R in
my "pimp my ride" racecar dropping Hollywood stars/ cuz
theres only one star for the LAPD/ name it C-GULL's Most
Wanted and roll it on TV then transfer the murder scences
onto Uncensored DVD.. Volume 187 you sent straight to
heaven/ they need to put them in 7-11's purchase around the
clock and include a free glock...shyt i need to stop cuz my
shyt is HOT....
Holla
C - GuLL
papichuchu05@aol.com
08/09/04@16:58 West 140 home of the crips/ load the .38 Cal, cock n grip
hunt ya enemy till you prevail then come out and purchase
your wifey's platnium vail/ 24/7 always on the run, snatch
n run we do it for fun/ from Kindergarten to Rated R in
my "pimp my ride" racecar dropping Hollywood stars/ cuz
theres only one star for the LAPD/ name it C-GULL's Most
Wanted and roll it on TV then transfer the murder scences
onto Uncensored DVD.. Volume 187 you sent straight to
heaven/ they need to put them in 7-11's purchase around the
clock and include a free glock...shyt i need to stop cuz my
shyt is HOT....
Holla
_?_PiMp_?_
08/13/04@17:57 Mc Kasanova
Ur rymes u call urs of the internet u piece of shit y dont
u make up ur own rymes u cock sucker
Posted by marcus1911
at 4:13 AM
Updated: Friday, 24 September 2004 2:00 PM
on fire
lean bac [remix]
chatty