Freestyle Friday: Raekwon vs. Joell Ortiz

Ay yo, movin’ on these niggas like they old soul, bro
You know how we go, we go shift ‘em out like paleco
Fine, proteges off top connectin’ like a buildin’
Four dollar whylin’ niggas buildin’, savin’ the children
Come on now, check out the view like a oceanfront
Slow motion in cunt, takin’ what we want
You know a kid asiatic, holdin’ power like a craftmatic
You like your fish fried or battered, that day he ratted
Check out the movies from guyana, just eatin’ in atlanta
Makin’ some pirate moves out of savannah
Yeah, rock them niggas like jewelry
Arabics movin’ blow like aerobics
That’s when his nose itch, yeah
That means it’s all in effect
I’m hittin’ you, I’m hittin’ buddha
Island bermuda, send that twenty-shot ruger
Continue to slam and mend you like a venue
Get all up in you, oh yeah your friend too, respect wu
Yeah, keep the faggot niggas watery
Rhyme for rich niggas who supported me, shorty pussy extorted me
So it’s a science now, rza, cuttin’ they pockets like scissors
Cindafella found him a wally slipper
Splashin’ ends in the glass benz in nevada
Flashin’ gems, eight-and-a-half tim state robber
All my life been on some foul shit besides kidnap a child shit
Get on some foul and proud shit
Cheatin’ many koreans bein’ all that I can be an’
Put down on thirty keys an’ get to fleein’
Light up a tree an’
Don’t be breezin’ like a blowdryer
Yo, you’s a liar like jeremiah gamin’ on the flyer
Yo, but buryin’ niggas is carryin’
Thug drug marryin’, hittin’ marion off at the clarion
All my spanish niggas love us
We movin’ like rush ya, bone crush ya
At the flick, stick to usher
Broke niggas, spot ‘em like cascade
In the street masquerade
Faster blade

- Raekwon, Faster Blade

AK’s black bust back like seventy Macs
I’m all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black
Ron G, you know he coincide with me see
Marvelous, Menace fo’ Society
But anyway, let’s toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost
I max the most shotguns through the nose
Phonograph hip-hop put me on top
‘Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot
The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit
Do or die shit, I’ll take your lie and shit
And then you know, I’m runnin through the penal, foul
Four-toothed child was wild
The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid
No I’m not doin a bid
Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got
stuck, and the nigga chain was truck
Yo fuck that, Criminology rap
Speakers stay jet black floatin in the flyest Ac’
Nigga… bring it!

- Raekwon’s Verse, “Crimonology”

ell Ortiz (Slaughterhouse) – D.O.A. (Death Of Autotunes) Freestyle

Mic Check! One thing that I can do is spit.
I’ll Hammer you MC’s quick, ya’ll ain’t too legit.
You interfere with my guap, you’re medullas split.
Ya’ll wildin’, my stomachs growlin’ like the rudest pit.
The beat so smart I stay on some stupid shit
But if dummys make a smart comment, I’m dumpin’ Ruger clips! And I keep it true with 5th’s.
I give your eye a cookie, then punch the cookie just to see how black and blue it gets.
(Yawwaaa)
I’m in tune with what the gutter loves
I hop on beat and son niggas like a mother does
They hear me; they like “Ayo, that brothas bugged”
They hear you; they like “Oh no, not another thug”
You chase the bitches who don’t wanna scrub
I done fucked project bitches on my roof with a rubber glove
We two different dudes
I get praised, you be gettin’ booed; I feed niggas, you just niggas food!
All you do is get chewed like wack grits; every time I get chewed, it’s a bad bitch.
Oh I’m frontin’, sometimes I choose them average
But that’s six jacks and coke in the spot and she the last bitch!
And I just couldn’t bag shit, and she just stuck around cuz she on my fat ass dick
Ha, Ha (Joe Budden: “Pause” LOL)
I’m just fuckin’ around Green, but it feels good basically Jay-Z on the underground scene, listen.
I’m in the zone on my own, my condolences…to any one or any group that’s opposing this.
This ain’t a sm.. This a movement, we controllin’ this
You can’t beat us; we don’t want you to join us so move over BITCH!
It’s our time the tides done came in.
Please exit the water; you’ll die if you can’t swim
This music’s a novel; you’re still on page 10
I read it, re-wrote it and published it; called it Amen!
See Ortiz is the lords’ gift to this 4 – 5th bullshit that ya’ll worship
I’m a lyrical WARSHIP!
And god forbid I should fall from up off this boat
I land in the water and come up and finish you with a swordfish
This hip-hop is my office, believe I go to work
And when I’m promoted the c’s? So it’s over jerk
I sit there and write through a track till my shoulders hurt
And when both arms is done, I put my toes to work
You gotta here what I gotta say, I’m just like that
And from what I’m hearing this day and age, I don’t like rap
I was a fan, I used to love this shit! But ya’ll getting’ away with murder like the glove don’t fit
Ya’ll either flossin’ or talkin’ like savages
I don’t mention a coffin and doggie I’m not havin’ it
You niggas rappin’ is fractions below average
I don’t care what the fuck you can do with a little half a brick
I did some things I ain’t proud if to support mine
I left that on the street, on beat ain’t where you talk crime
Plus you lyin, whenever you on the court line
It’s for paying a ticket for parking your whip on the wrong side
Thugs is somewhere doing what it is that thugs do
Rappers is rappin and ya’ll ain’t doin that…what the fuck is you?
You’re bluffin’, you’re nothin’, you’re stuffing on Thanksgiving
My tummy is hungry; I’ll put you on a plate, listen
I’m makin’ it hard like a blow job with great rhythm
I know Joey gon’ pause me but I ain’t even trying to play with him
I’m fiendin’, this money they handin’ out will change livin’
Projects is ugly; I daily, barely escaped prison
I was starting to feel pinned down like a rape victim
Wishin’ for a deal, tryin’ to deal with the fact I hate wishin’
My name’s bizzin’, I mean buzzin’, ya’ll get the drift
I will finish niggas careers with three finger tips
Three finger tips…Thumbs, index and middle joint
One that support the pen that’s fin to begin a renaissance
It’s safe to say I’m a One man restaurant
The chef, the waiter, the guest that’s getting’ his menu on
I cook it, I serve it, I eat it, understand
If it don’t taste good, how can I feed it to my fans
These niggas is cheatin’, feeding you from a can
Without a seasoned beat, they weak, the meat’ll be bland
The reason I am what I am cuz my work ethic
Similar to Hellen Keller you can tell by my verse methods.
First I hear a track…
Try to see where I’m going then once I see where I’m goin’, that’s when I listen back
And when I feel it’s intact, I give the engineer dap
Walk in that booth and lay that one tape crack
If rap was jail, you’d be the one they smack,
On the island, like you wildin’, this is a one way JACK!
And you don’t rock on slot; I had the block on lock
You’ll be arguing all loud so the fuckin cops can stop it
Before it pops but stop it if its gon’ happen to Will
You shouldn’t have copped in the car if you couldn’t handle the wheel
I whip crazy with this gift baby
I could get lazy, go to sleep and get where I gotta get safely
Mr. Ortiz may be the best thing to happen to hip-hop since out in the park in the mid 80’s
Every time I pick up a mike, all the lights dim
Ladies that don’t know me, leave my show like “I like him”
Fellas that ain’t know me, leave my show like “That kid is tough”
They just said I’m great but it’s hard to relate to different stuff
I can’t blame them tho, they hear what they hear daily
I come once a blue moon; I’m what they hear rarely
Lot of my peers fear me
Change ain’t easy to adapt to, actually, I honestly think I scare family
So, Dear Granny, there’s nothing wrong with your grandson
Look at me all grown, intelligent and handsome
But it’s a must I hold this music shit for ransom
They owe me everything I demand and then some
Been on my grind since early 99; or was it late 98? Fuck it, either way it’s my time
People say I defined the true meaning of My Goodness
I like that…That means nothin’ I write is bullshit!
Not that I’d ever second guess my pen
Just need to hear that sometimes to remind me that I am him
The Hulk Hogan of flowin’, the prayers and the vitamins
24 inch pythons that’ll damage an iron chin
No I’m not brolic but the powers that lie within
My pen and paper, enable me to change the environment
My pain will make it rain, triumph will make the sunshine
Tornados when I’m angry and Hurricanes when its crunch time
Blizzards when niggas thinkin’ they hot
And the hail that symbolizes the impact of an album when it drops
And when this all stops and you can feel a light breeze
That means I’m at ease, you can sneak in your DVD’s
And you’re little mixtapes and your promos for the DJ’s
But until then, everything’s slow-mo like a replay
This is my first relay race. I’m the decathlon, Dapper Don; I will lap you in a marathon
I’m a walking jewel, 24 karat arms
A platinum heart and a diamond mind full of marijuan
And my kidneys probably house the most precious stones
That’s my fault; that liquor was never left alone
So till rest in a throne
The games in a time machine; The Dallas sector, Rome’s ancient TerraDome
I’m Maximus of this rappin shit
The mic is my sword, I take on an army of soldiers, horses and carriages
And when they laying there too injured to move
Give me the thumbs down and I swear I’ll finish these dudes
How can I have mercy? When first of all they ain’t that worthy
The position they holdin, I roast em’…Give me that jersey
Imma guarantee a championship
It’s goin’ down like a methadone and ambient mix
If rap was product on the street you probably barely a six
Smoke my shit, you’ll prob sell me your family and shit
Like yo, here’s my sister I’ll pick her up on the 1st
Matter of fact, take my niece too, I just need another verse
You got the best shit I had in a long minute
Matter fact; take my Grandma, her cook game’s exquisite
I’m just jokin but artist should get they wrist broken
For sellin’ that garbage and tellin the fans “Shits Smokin”
I know your sick, hopin I quick but I never will
And even when you break-out, I be the Benadryl
Just to insure that your return is short
Make sure fans ain’t affected with your allergic thoughts, nigga!
My word is bond and my pride is a motherfucka
House on a hill is what I promised my Mother, fuckers (and she gon get that!)