The Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood Poetry

Freestyle Friday (7/29/11)

Okay, it’s time to take off all your restraints and just freestyle it.  Break out your best Bic, pencil or Pilot. Jot your thoughts down on paper or what ever you call it. My peeps, let keep it real with Black Phoenix, the lyrical rhymoholic.


53 responses

  1. Freestyle Fanatic

    Look, I keep my flows in my attic
    Lyrically addicted, I roll like an addict
    I gotta have it, if it’s good or even if it’s bad shit
    I jot it down until all I hear is static
    Call me a Lyrical Acrobatic
    Flipping bars until I can’t breathe and I’m asthmatic
    Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh, take a breath
    And I’ll keep rhyming until theirs not air in my chest
    I digress; I’m a freestyle fanatic, at best
    At worst I’m that lyrical nightmare you’re afraid to address
    See, I don’t stop, I keep popping shot
    Like I’m B-Rabbit, looking for Pappa Doc
    Set the timer, and I’ll keep dropping one lines
    So heavy they’ll collapse and bury coal miners
    Writing rhymes in my palm
    Detonating my enemies, watch them go up like bombs
    I’ll kill a beat, suffocate a track
    I don’t sleep, I’m ready to bust or break its back
    I stay with it, best believe I’m all day with it
    I’m a fiend in the worst way, like I was made to spit it
    Put me in a sound booth, damn I got it bad
    If you want a hit, give me 15 minutes a pen and a pad
    A mic and some headphones
    Somebody write it on my headstone
    That I was a fanatic and I would light it until I was dead, gone

    Damn, somebody give me another hit!!!!

    July 30, 2011 at 8:52 am

    • blackphoenix75

      SLAP!! Is that hard enough!!! LMBO!! Yes Sir Ciph!! You a Free Style King doing your freestyle thing!! LOVE it LOVE it!!!

      July 30, 2011 at 11:50 am

      • Thanks BP, I’m a fiend. lol. Great topic.

        July 30, 2011 at 8:01 pm

      • Charlene

        Wow that was so filling. Thanks for that meat!!

        July 30, 2011 at 11:49 pm

    • KaPow!!!!!!! got me holding my breath reading your freestyle fanatial words. whew-wee! ur a heavy hitter for real D! xo

      July 30, 2011 at 1:37 pm

      • Thanks Marsha, It was a quickie, but that’s what a freestyle it right? lol


        July 30, 2011 at 7:57 pm

  2. Man, your flow got me geeked up BP. and your last line killed me.


    July 30, 2011 at 8:53 am

    • IKR!!! i was rollin after i read that! LOL

      July 30, 2011 at 1:42 pm

  3. dang BP … that was tight as ever! got me good to go now ….. imma be back to lay down some licks! xo

    July 30, 2011 at 1:40 pm

    • blackphoenix75

      Thanks Marsha! I can’t wait till ya drop your flow!

      July 30, 2011 at 10:24 pm

  4. Set It Down
    By D-Cipher

    This is old shit, because it was never new
    But you never new, just how I hold this
    Now that you can criss-cross
    I get them mad, make them pissed off
    But I’m like, if you don’t like it muddafukka you can lift off
    I never spit soft, I’m all ways hard to do it
    I’ll rip your lips off and make it hard to chew it
    Make it hard to swallow and digest the facts
    So you can start to follow, while I wreck a track
    Or even acapella, I can rock this stella
    And when I’m on the spot, you can stop this fella,
    Discard the blueprint, this is uncharted territory
    Ignore the newsprint, they won’t share the story
    That I’m a dope M.C. and I’m the best around
    And even over seas, I can’t settle down
    And I’m so fly; I just can’t set it down
    Set, set, set, it down; I just can’t set it down

    July 31, 2011 at 12:53 am

    • blackphoenix75

      Yep! Yep! Ciph you getting me pumped!

      July 31, 2011 at 12:01 pm

  5. ZachasaurusWrecks

    I always been a heartless beast, a shark in a reef. Every verse I spit just sharpens my teeth. Arose from the blueberry grove, eyes dark with defeat but I was starving to speak an ingratuity list martyred my week, the buzzards picked at my rotting corpse like butchers carving the meat, I awoke and with a fistful of feathers and parts of thier beak, now thier faces match thier darling deceit. I wrote my vows and will and testament on a Hardee’s receipt when I saw the pain start to repeat and blacken every star in my fleet but it started the cheap scars in my sleep that gives birth to verses that could make the Spartans retreat. I’m like a botanist with a body guard the way I’m guardin the beat.
    I defeat giants with the sweet science eat lions and sheeps biased by my freak griot tweak riot the makes the veins scream while u bleed quiet. BE QUIET

    July 31, 2011 at 6:27 am

    • Very nicely done Zach. As always, you killed it.


      July 31, 2011 at 8:28 am

    • blackphoenix75


      July 31, 2011 at 11:58 am

  6. WHEW YALL R SERIOUS! lmao.. im lovin it!! each flow! Zach .. D…Emo.. i can def dig this

    July 31, 2011 at 10:47 am

  7. blackphoenix75

    Let draw straws /
    Your flaws, my flaws /
    Put’em on the table /
    Stand up, man up /
    See who’s ready and able /
    To spit tales like fables /
    A poetic Clark Gable /
    Frankly, I don’t give a damn /
    If it’s live or if its on cable .
    I’m here to rep me /
    Believing what I stand for/
    N when I walk away /
    Even you will looking for the encore /
    My page presence, demand more;
    What more can I say,
    Psychopath Lyrical Assassin
    N trust I’m here to stay
    I flow on an on an
    To the break dawn an
    Drop you an old school line
    So you can Wop til the mornin
    I could never leave ya yawning
    So call me live wire
    Freestylin poetry
    An I’ll be doing it until the ink retires.

    July 31, 2011 at 12:18 pm

    • That’s what I’m talking about. “Frankly, I don’t give a damn.” lol. That one got me.


      July 31, 2011 at 6:30 pm

      • blackphoenix75

        You know how we do. Thanks much Ciph

        July 31, 2011 at 7:46 pm

  8. Ashley Diaz

    Insomnia, can’t sleep

    Late night drama, that boy is in too deep

    Dealing Cola, so he on his creep

    Fearing Karma, knows the cost is steep

    And here I go again, another night I weep

    Praying to God up above, that he’s mine to keep

    Afraid of what comes next so out my window I peep

    Silence all around, then I hear a beep

    My mind was fast asleep, but my heart: it leaped!

    Knowing the seed we sown, we will surely reap

    He’s the president, I’m his veep

    Spending cash fast, we were never cheap

    That’s how life rolls when you in dem streets

    They’re filled with deprecation and deceit

    You learn how to be discrete with everyone you meet

    See he could beat you at your own game

    Cheat you out ya own fame

    Browbeat you out ya own name

    Bring the heat & watch as you burst into flames

    Wild & Ignorant, he just can’t be tamed

    Now isn’t that a shame?

    Take a vote, let’s count the ballots

    Let’s rock the boat, we only got a few minutes

    Do the math, Add up the digits

    Path of Wrath, we’ve reached our limits

    War paths

    Blood Baths

    Hear the riots rivet

    Bones rattlin’


    We got fines and tickets

    Branch filled thickets

    Come and chop off some snippets

    I hear guns firing-

    & You 4got ya bullets!

    Now u lost ya life!

    Who gonna tell ya wife about this night life?

    She was a good wife, U had a good life

    Now u trapped in hell, caged in like wildlife

    Every day u live in torment and strife

    Such a sacrifice

    Enticed by the street life

    Should have lived his life to the T, concise

    Now he’ll pay the ultimate price

    It’s how his hand was dealt, how he rolled the dice

    Life is so cold: ICE

    He cut the pie- I took my slice

    Rejected all my friends’ advice

    I thought this street life was too nice

    But in looking back, that man was my biggest vice

    I was enamored with him, extremely enticed

    Reduced by the art of his seduction

    I drank his juice, came under the spell of his potion

    An Obtuse notion

    Should have preceded with caution

    Instead, Blood Diamonds, I was flossin’

    Livin’ life like we was big bossin’

    Never knew what these mistakes was costin’

    Heads bobbin to the beat, like Bonnie and Clyde

    Making love in the street

    Watch our bodies collide

    This is deep, we allied

    In me, he confides

    I stood by his side

    Stole, Cheated and Lied

    So many laws we defied

    We was going hard on our joyride

    Feelin’ nothin’ but pride inside

    We supplied statewide

    Trying move it through the nation

    But we hit a landslide

    Now he off to the auction

    Prison slaves junction

    Preacher tryna tell me to feel God’s unction

    Instead I’m feeling lost without him

    Like Eve without Adam

    Can’t even be mad at him

    Even though I would like to smack him

    But I’d rather just bring him back in….

    He was my best friend

    We was down until the end

    Now he trapped up in the penn

    My soul bleeding through my pen

    Confessions locked deep within:

    This paper

    This a True G Story

    We ain’t no fakers

    No guts, no Glory

    See Ya Later Haterz

    We still well grounded

    You could call us anchors

    He on the inside, and I’m steady lookin out

    While he locked in, I’m just locked out

    The End

    For Now

    Turn the Lights Out!

    Ashley Diaz McDaniel

    All Rights Reserved ©

    July 31, 2011 at 6:36 pm

    • A True G Story. Nicely penned Ashley. “While he locked in, Im just locked out.” that says so much.


      July 31, 2011 at 6:40 pm

    • blackphoenix75

      Very nicely pen

      August 1, 2011 at 10:29 am

    • Well damn Ash! Now this is hotness!

      August 4, 2011 at 9:25 pm

  9. My minds my own shrink
    I spell out definitions clearly yet they treat me like fine print
    But I’m felt like I walked on them and left footprints
    Call it instinct, I’m distinct, matter of fact
    I’m so far gone I’m extinct
    Never gave a shit about a 2nd thought
    So I can give a shit about what you think !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ..eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy short n sweet lmao..

    August 1, 2011 at 10:01 am

    • blackphoenix75

      Short and sweet from someone who’s short and sweet. Lmbo. I love it Ema!

      August 1, 2011 at 10:32 am

    • That waaaa short, but with punch.


      August 1, 2011 at 1:28 pm

    • But I’m tired! Been reading, and typing! And I really don’t like to!
      I’m a pecker. A one maybe two fingerer. A turtle running through peanutbutter typist! (plug!)
      And now I’m hungry! So I’m really about to go! I’ll be back later! 🙂

      August 3, 2011 at 4:13 am

  10. *angry stare*… I’M TALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    August 1, 2011 at 12:06 pm

    • blackphoenix75

      I know Ema , Your Tall.. We believe you * Signaling for lil white jacket*

      August 1, 2011 at 12:11 pm

  11. Orchestrated secretive confessions

    Containing visual demonstrations….

    He walks ….

    And plainly locks….

    His mental position ….

    In place with a mistaken rendition ….

    His tears run down MY cheeks ….

    His pain mutually seeks ….

    To combine with mine ….

    And I willingly cosign ….

    Through years of heartache ….

    And worrisome breaks….

    Squeaking to be replaced ….

    With smiling faces with traces….

    Of what the past wears ….

    And tomorrow borrows ….

    His sanity ….

    And sporadic memories ….

    Of when we were a family ….

    Before a needle shot poison in veins….

    Before crack was a cure for pain….

    Before the streets trained his brain ….

    To become theirs ….

    And prayers ….

    Became every word said ….

    Terrified of imagining his death bed….

    I bled ….

    And bleed through my sleep ….

    I cry and scream your name in every dream ….

    Come back …please…..come back….

    Come back to how it used to be ….

    How it needs to be ….

    And how it was meant to be ….

    But ….its not destined to be …..

    The old is never new ….

    And the new will never do ….

    If change is a sightless point of view ….

    But I can’t help but miss you ….

    I can’t help but sit and repeatedly say I love you ….

    Even if your not here ….

    And our tears are restricting me from seeing clear ….

    I’m still hoping in seeing “you” reappear

    August 1, 2011 at 12:28 pm

    • Veeee eeery nicely done Rox. I dig the ending.


      August 1, 2011 at 1:34 pm

    • Oh!

      August 3, 2011 at 4:05 am

    • Red Dirt

      I have a few moments in time i hold in tear filled palms reflecting what coulld have been, even should have been. Thanks for the reflection!

      October 1, 2011 at 2:49 am

  12. Noooooooooooo!!! I don’t wana hug myself right now!! *hits u in ur eye n runs*

    August 1, 2011 at 1:06 pm

    • blackphoenix75

      * grabs eye*” You on the left and the right grab her!! I’ll get the needle!! Come Come now Ema, This wo’nt hurt one bit!!

      August 1, 2011 at 6:40 pm

  13. blackphoenix75

    Apprehensive to convex realities
    Streamline by psychotic personalities
    Amongst his better qualities
    Are ravenous thoughts of contemptuous acts
    Dwelling deep in a mind where sanity trapped
    He reacts to nightmares that are forbidden to see light
    Screams of dissipated echoes caverns of his psyche
    So He writes……………………………………….

    “I dwell within a domain of pain
    With nothing to gain
    I refrain from the sane
    Sanity lost with in my brain
    I’m ashamed of the flame
    However the burning brings me delight
    Carved souls of the demented with a rusty knife
    The Light?
    The dark,
    Hark! I hear the archangel sing!
    And ascend into the sky dropping daggers from his wing.
    And whittle the soul of those who only pretended
    To be morally just, now their life has ended”

    Dark thoughts upon him dreams that only bleed
    An American psychopath is born
    Awaiting those that are ready to read

    August 1, 2011 at 6:58 pm

    • I really love the imagery on this one BP and the story telling. Great write. I almost feel I have to write my part to it, like an LP joint. Hmmmmm

      Nicely done. It sparks imagination.


      August 1, 2011 at 11:04 pm

    • oooooooo dark and alluring ….i like it!!!!!!!!!!!!

      ps. stab with a needle and i’m cuttin throats lol… but i still luv ya!

      August 2, 2011 at 1:20 am

    • Totally raw and uncut BP. I’m thinking along the same vein as D. (no pun intended!). Sparks up the imagination real deep! I’m feeling your shades of dark.

      August 2, 2011 at 7:59 am

    • Yep! *waving finger* Yep! That’s right! And I’m reading some more thank you very much! Thank you BP!

      August 3, 2011 at 4:00 am

  14. k …. was going to just leave writing alone for a while … 1/2 day later this pops out. not sure if it fits the “style” repped here … but it’s my style of free-flow, at least for now.


    Beyond the reality of this realm
    the trailing scent of your masculinity
    follows me
    on the winds of time
    misty nearness
    tickles my eyes
    thoughts weaving a mere glance of you
    wetness forms
    within the corners of my
    tossing to and fro
    for hands so knowing
    a feather light tease of my
    thoughts of steamy desire
    a sigh
    of remembrance
    as I am forever consumed by
    your fire
    your light
    your essence
    upon which my fantasy
    will remain as such
    forbidden lover …

    Tonight …
    you are beyond my
    out of sight
    but most certainly
    never out of mind
    I beseech
    crescent moon
    but shares no secrets
    azure pools at my feet
    as the shadows of night …

    © 8.1.2011 Marsha Nelson
    All Rights Reserved

    August 2, 2011 at 7:11 am

    • This is beautiful Marsha. I love the feeling it gives me. I was transcended to your dream.


      August 2, 2011 at 2:23 pm

      • Thanks so much, D, for the props. And thank you for the creative outlet. LAB 4Ever! ❤ xo

        August 2, 2011 at 3:02 pm

    • Red Dirt

      Cool!! I saw two shadows writhing on a dark island shore twisting in a tropical breeze.

      October 1, 2011 at 2:44 am

  15. Hold up! Those last couple lines killed it for me! Dammit!
    So I guess this is where I get into a freestyle habit!
    Well I’ll be!!
    Hadn’t quite developed a chemistry for
    Freeing my metaphors or
    Knocking on doors
    Quick spittin freeverse choruses
    Oh whoa!
    Now why I do that for?
    Relaxing, kicking back, cause my feet are sore!
    Ahhh, if only I could get some rhythmic lines to console me
    Some therapeutic rhyme relief!
    For some quick lines of release
    Lines of thoughts pushing forth stuttering speech
    Inhalation brief
    Another victim

    August 3, 2011 at 3:56 am

    • Diggin it, D. I will pull out the white chalk and yellow tape.


      August 4, 2011 at 5:28 am

  16. Red Dirt

    Damn, feel like I’m late to a great game, dark days and nights, turtle in peanut butter, and misty lovers holding tears, wow. Feel like a novice in a pro position!!!

    So here’s my fear
    rolling of my tongue
    like a beast in heat
    who’s really hung
    up on words and thoughts
    from a different place
    where poets speak without
    words and thoughts travel
    like orgasmic baable
    sweating the world with
    hard edges and soft
    tones that sneak a hole
    in lovers soul to exploit
    the lust that must resist
    the temptation to go
    places you know
    there’s no return
    or briidges to burn
    cause assains stroll
    into the sunset to
    begin their nights
    dark and wet with
    the fire of a thousand
    thoughts sharper than
    the enemies pen or blade
    of grass to smoke or pass
    to the next fool willing to try
    or die with a silent voice
    of who or why can roll
    like that and not look back through
    the smoke and ash at
    the damage he wracked
    without emotion
    a dark potion
    you drink with trembling
    hands and burning thighs
    forgetting the why’s
    to enoy one last taste
    of his sinful waste
    as it make its way
    to your brain
    down your throat
    and in your dreams

    October 1, 2011 at 2:36 am

  17. Red Dirt

    my pen bleeds shadows
    of my past like shimmering
    mists of wet desires
    rolling in the deep
    green pools of your
    jealous eyes glazed
    with lust and greed
    thrusting at my hard
    emotions with slippery
    intentions of massagin
    my heart to the beat
    of your rythym and rhyme
    till I’m wrapped up tight
    in the thought of you
    intertwined in my veins
    leaves me short of breath
    from the effort you take
    to please my fantasy of
    what you are

    October 1, 2011 at 3:10 am

  18. Red Dirt

    I’m a mad scientist
    alone in the lab
    wondering if his experiment
    is off the method, or madness
    in a vaccum thats drawin me down
    a lonely path where echoes
    won’t even reply, silence
    the assasins most sacred

    Cause noise interfers with
    the stalker in the reeds
    lookin for victims and vices
    others fear to approach
    with resolve and lust
    for the touch of breath
    and warm words dribblin
    down arched necks
    smooth and taunt
    screaming for a mouth
    to taste the salty curves
    fearfully still at the thought
    of the assasins tool thrusting
    deep into her conscience
    with a pounding sensation
    that leaves her lying in a heap
    of disheveled thoughts
    opening her eyes to shadows
    and howling wolves wondering
    if it was a dream or wet nightmare

    October 1, 2011 at 3:48 am

  19. berea12

    About to step onto the stage
    read these lyrics of the page.
    Time to release this inner rage
    let this animal out of his cage.

    A poetic heart is my name
    writing from the soul is my game.
    I write not for the money nor fame
    this poetic beast you will never tame.

    Take the time to unwind
    let my words ease your mind.
    Me and poetry are intertwined
    no longer are my feelings confined.

    Life is what my poetry is about
    my love for God I proudly shout.

    About to step onto the stage
    read these lyrics off the page.
    Time to release this inner rage
    let this animal out of his cage.

    Written by: Jason Anderson

    October 12, 2012 at 9:36 pm

  20. berea12

    Look into my eyes and you will see
    a soul that soars along the wings of poetry.
    You see me and her have such chemistry
    nothing can break us apart because we are free.

    If you try to take my gift and plagiarise
    I promise you will soon come to realize
    that me and poetry have unbreakable ties
    and you will never win readers with your written lies.

    Proudly I embrace this gift to write
    releasing the love of my inner light.
    Try to take away my heart’s delight
    but you better be prepared for a fight.

    Written by: Jason Anderson

    October 12, 2012 at 9:37 pm

  21. berea12

    I won’t ever attempt to poetically race you Black Phoenix. Awesome freestyle my friend and poetic brother!

    October 12, 2012 at 9:40 pm

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