Freestyle Friday: Freeway vs. Chaundon

This week for Freestyle Friday, we’re putting Philadelphia Freeway and the Justus League’s Chaundon up head to head. Both artists dropped new albums this past week (The Stimulus Package & Baby Makin Music) and both spit fire darts, so let’s see how they match up!

The idea behind Freestyle Friday is to battle one another with your favorite verse from either of the two competitors. You’re essentially battling other commenters in this thread by using the words of Freeway or Chaundon. Hit the jump for a few rules and then jump in on the comments!

Before we start, let’s see if we can keep the thread in order today, by following a couple simple rules:

1. Please don’t drop the lyrics to a whole song. No more than one verse!

2. Please stay in order…. Freeway, then Chaundon, then Freeway, etc. If you want to drop a Chaundon verse, wait until someone has dropped a Freeway one. The idea is to go back and forth. It’s possible that more than one person may be trying to drop a verse at one time… we’ll just keep moving on.

I’ll start this thread off with a verse from Chaundon:

“See, Tyson told me hit ‘em with the flames first
Challenge the world, bet I drop more names than a Game verse
These rap n****s is plastic
I’m terrorizing ciphers, they can’t blame Osama for that shit
Left the seven-one-eight for the nine-nineteen
I’m still home, slid the Y between the N and the C
Hunts Point I did it y’all, look at me shining
Came a long way rhyming, part time and nine-to-fivin’
The game is full of pussies, I can hear it in they rhymes
Got balls for saying that, who dick is bigger than mine?
Pause, walking tall, biggest n**** on campus
Putting shame to all ‘em so-called n****s who ran this
I’ve been nice since the early eighties
When I strike your wrist your lady will swallow my million dollar babies
You don’t wanna battle me right?
I guarantee you’ll see more L’s than Puerto Ricans on the lower eastside
Hunts Point, I did it again
I’ve been broke so long the rich will now feel the wrath of my pen
You can tell I got now by the words on this page
I got too big for the corner so I brought it to the stage”

-Chaundon, “Boondock Saints” by Little Brother

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Jigsaw

“Don’t Cross The Line” – Freeway

The name F-R-Double the E
The gat hack, are, end where the cops’ll clip
Back, flip, hands spring semi your V
You callin’ all, and run to the cops
Don’t make me wet y’all, with what’s under the t-shirt
The heat hurt, blew off ya front porch, your backyard
Ya’ll niggaz like dicks, pause
Thick jaws, act hard, so they keep squirting
I move work often, like when New York couldn’t beat Boston
Controllin’ the nets, I float on ya block
Hop out, post up, move rocks often
Shut the shot down, pass it to Chris
If your boss got twelve on the neck, ten in the arm
And my gat at the end of my arms, hittin’ the clip prick
Flippin’ ya vet, causin’ you harm, nigga
Ya’ll need a place of respect, we runnin’ shit
Jigsaw

Its just me, myself, & I…
Jigsaw

“Hearing Aid” – Chaundon, by Sean Price

Let’s get it on, murderous verses from Chaundon
Got beats that’s nothin, I got a mic to spit it on
Piff in the dutch, bitch in the cut, feelin on her butt
Pourin 190 proof in her cup
Shit is diesel, gettin brain-washed in the Regal
Still fuck with birds from the chickens to the eagles
People, listen I’m a nasty muh’fucker
Stickin dick to a broad same age as your mother
Ass grown and sexy and she goin through menopause
Can’t get knocked up, come back and say it’s yours
Heh, geah that was ignorant, fuck that
Blame the 190 proof it gettin me belligerent
98 degrees in the shade, still sippin it
Throwin up all in the booth and still rippin it
God damn, Chaundon and Sean P’s killin it
Best of both Sean’s part two, are you feelin it?
Jigsaw

“International Hustler” – Freeway

And the flows SICK damn, man
It’s A Man’s World nigga, sit down you girl niggas
That’s why I bring pounds around you girl niggas
‘Case I gotta cock it back and clap on mother fucka, what
Don’t need a pound to sound you girl niggas
But the pound’s loud sound’ll drown you motha fucka’s ears
Yeah, it’s Freeway young scarpper
Say my name wrong, I’ll lodge a bullet in your nappy hair
Yeah, it’s the flow of the decade
Studio, backwoods, ‘dro and the Pepsi
Do it the best way
I was thirteen, cockin the tek back, look how the tek spray
Now I dribble down, V-A mother fucka
For schizlle you’ll see Free my nizzle
Oh, yeah, don’t forget the Way mother fucka
Any stupid mother fucka in my way gettin crippled
Jigsaw

“Pay Jay” – Chaudon, by Termanology ft, Joe Scudda, Rapper Big Pooh

On the count of 3 say – “fuck the police!”
back & truly in the fleece, diddy-bopping in the streets
Getting busy over beats – makin u leak
I’m – Fantastic…on another – voyage…
U know who the boy is
Puffing on the line with Esche
I wanna thank the nigga who sold J Dilla his first SP
from the D back to NYC
I’m spittin game 2 this beat like its P.Y.T.
Its…Human Nature…to turn it up – burn it up
Da illest Soulquarian 2 eva serve it up
No it ain’t hard to tell who the realest
Its Chaundilla bitch! Got the world on that J Dilla shit!
Jigsaw

“Ring The Alarm” – Freeway

Freeway bust shots, it don’t matter who
can’t even hug the block if i’m mad at you
takin turns comin thru that’s what my niggaz do
takin’ turns inside yo chick that’s what my click will do
dark room, Cancun, spanish interview
wit mamacita, Freeway, charmed to meet you
All, damn day I got some dick for her
No, way I never got no chips for her
any day of the week, long-gun tucked every day of the week
Freak Nia Long lookin honey just about any day of the week
guest ran thru sleep, got young niggaz willing to grind
on your block wit a package of sweet
(Starts singing)
Cuz Free not stuck up
See me anywhere, won’t get stuck up
keep the heavy-hand, miss take that off
toss them underwear, who those? my balls
come from under there
Freeway, a boss don’t you wanna stare?
Haters, get lost don’t you understand?
shit spit, be real don’t you see these guns?
fuck the, ice grill don’t you see these dudes?
we from the ghetto, and they don’t like our attitude
mami say I’m loco, she don’t like my attitude (Holla!)
http://kevinnottingham.com Kevin

Damn Jigsaw, you got this. the Net seems dead today, I’m sure other will hop in later.
diggy burrel

This is silly!

Chaundon is a low level lb affiliate at best with very predictable boring bars. Memph bleek of the underground, lmao. Freeway is an amazing lyricist with a multitude of dynamic flows, multiscylibic rhyme schemes, dope song concepts, and cohesive projects. This is like comparing Greg Ostertag to Kevin Durant. LMAO
Jigsaw

Yo diggy…

“On the Marquee” – Chaundon, by Statik Seletah ft Joe Scudda

See my name in lights, there you are Your boy’s a star,
I’m on the marquee I paid my dues,
put in my work Can’t tell me nothin, I know what I’m worth
Don’t miss the call, baby doll
Cause most of all, I’m on the marquee
Read my interviews, posted blogs (aw baby) Traveled the world, they know who we are
diggy burrel

man, chaundon = that nigga that everybody knows raps in high school. lol.

He’s super duper average, normal, run of the mill, un-extrodinary! No hate! No shots fired. Just sayin, dude is boring by boring standards.
diggy burrel

your misquoting the heck out of free though! LMAO your doing text-remixes

Freestyle Friday: Freeway vs. Chaundon

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