We used to have freestyles
On the phorum it was wild
Ever since then it's been boring and rather mild
We have a new Hip Hop phorum to show our style
So consider this a phone call
That you pick up when I dial

Yo, my name is Flip comin' through.
I go to school, make you drool.
Clutchin the mic, comin through
Who you? Naw, you, fool.
Peace out like a puzzle,
Made ya think, get a muzzle.

1-777 inspired by heaven,
make devils go "ahhhhhh!" like they name was Kevin,
pound em, ground em up into resin
in Christ we be continually rising like leaven

Praying and looking forward to walking

across that stage with my parents gawking

and talking amongst themselves that they

are proud of the accomplishments that I have completed

but within the midst of it all I never became conceited and finished

school with the glory given to the most HIGH and the thanks to my

friends and comforters along the way who prayed for this native daughter

to survive the slaughter of the main lands.

This one day Jesus was-a walkin’
Around downtown Galilee
He saw the devil he was creepin’
Puttin’ his feet up on a tree
That mean old man he tried to tempt him
Using every dirty trick
But our Lord Jesus, He was a thinkin’
He’d give the devil time to pick
He’d either have to turn and run
With his big ole tail between his legs
Or Jesus Christ He’d be a kickin’
Till for mercy the devil begged
So He said “Hey devil you need to go
Get your nasty horns out of this place.
Before I open a can of whoopin’
And spray holy water on your face

Because our Jesus was a ninja
(WWWAAAAAAA)
I said Our Lord He was a ninja
(WAAAAAA)
Didja know that Jesus was a ninja
(YAAAAAA)
It’s in Scripture, Jesus was a ninja

The next day Jesus was-a walkin’
Down the streets filled with poor
When he saw the Pharisees-a speaking
Harassing a woman lyin’ on the floor
They told Our Lord to throw some stones
For this lady had surely sinned
But at that moment Jesus wept beneath a ninja-style grin
He looked the Pharisees in the eyes
Their knees were quakin’ from His gaze
Their cloaks were wet, their shoes were too
And they smelled real bad for days
Then Jesus dropped some crazy knowledge
But those Pharisees were short of luck
They resisted Him and called Him nuts
So Jesus whipped out His nunchucks



...okay, maybe it wasn't freestyle this time. But I did freestyle that last spring with my boy Nick laying down a really sick guitar riff behind it at our campus talent show. It had a Tenacious D feel to it. We're gonna record it soon!

Lol if Jesus was a ninja
Then yoga’s not a sin, bruv
And techno is satan, and the opposite of hatin is... not love
I love this phorum, I catch so many jokes
Y’all are my peeps, mad crazy Catholic folks
I come on here often like it’s a vice or a bad habit
I’ve even got my own: 'Yo mommas nice'- like ‘nice is a rabbit’.

Rhymes I have plenty,
but right about now my head is empty
Let’s see…
Maybe I can be like
the freestyle regulator in this entry…
If you don’t like what I say, then go talk to the relics
I do it a lot, it has my mates in hysterics,
I think it’s their loss that they just don’t get it
But that’s another issue, so let me get to my edits:

It ain’t a proper freestyle if you wrote it down first
It ain’t no proper freestlye if you go and rehearse
It ain’t a proper freestyle if you’re timing your verse
It’s meant to end up kind of off- key coz ur fitting in words...
I’ve never been no good at freestyles, but I like to observe
Ocasionally I may throw in the odd pronoun or verb
You need an urban dictionary to look up what I serve
In the Uk we say ’bless up’ not ‘what’s up’, ‘you get me’ not ‘you heard’
we say spittin’ not rappin’, instead of chicks we say birds
And all my faffin’ about’s sure to get on most peoples’ nerves
So I’m gonna hand this here mic to the next phatmass-err….

i'm at work right now, so don't got much time
but i always find time, to drop a few rhymes
now DJ86 is sick, ain't no ifs ands or maybes
And get ready for my next EP call DMajor gone Crazy!
Baby..

lol

Word Search!

Peace to the frogs.

Ribbit- ribbit all over your dome piece.

Word Search!

Peace to the frogs.

Ribbit- ribbit all over your dome piece.

I'm sittin' at my desk with H-to the-P
With my messy roommate barking at me
He wants me to help him with the Windex and the Hoover
I told him I'm Phatmassin' and cleanin' is for losers
He laughs because I'm a neat freak from the 9-5-4
And there's not a speck of dust (the ultra-handsome) on my nice clean floor
So I guess I'll have to drop it 'cuz this man is my brother
But sometimes it gets exhausting being our household mother.

You're from the 954?
What part, maybe I knew ya
I lived there for a year
But I never went scuba
Diving
The sun down there is always thriving
I gotta keep the rhyme holy
So I'll throw in the word tithing

I lived in the suburbs in the town of Coral Springs
Exciting, wild, superfun are not the typical things
That one would call it when describing my humble town
But you should still come and visit and we throw some prayers down
My parish was St. Andrew and we did the LIFE TEEN thang
I was really active in the choir that I sang
But now I pass the mic to the Padre who freakin' rocks
But he ain't perfect, which is why he likes the Red Sox

I'm in the 9-4-5
where the people drive crazy
But i rip it live
when i drive down to Davie
Go to class then work
gotta make that cash
wack em cees i gotta hurt
cause they make me laugh
i live in Plantation
like the cotton pick'n nation
my homies in the Chi
visit me on vacation

Methinks you slipped up with them words you done speak
The 9-4-5? Man that typin' is weak!
And I've heard that Plantation is a really nice city
I can get there by heading south on University
And like the Concords I be a rhymenoceros
But the cats in SoFlo just wasn't feelin' this
So I had to relocate to where Mickey eats and plays
That's right! It's 4-0-7 till I graduate...which will be around the end of days!

Oops i meant 9 -5-4 but what more can i say
i just moved down here to teach the Dolphins how to play
you get me? have you asked Mickey if he listens to 50?
Silly how these guys can't drive here but they own Bentley's
I live off of University homie so you got it right
but make a left on my street when you reach the light
i graduate next year, 0-9 here we come!
play'n back my student loans cause interest rates are dumb

I got respect for my man who is getting edumacated
And I'm thinkin' that our meeting may in fact be fated
Because it seems like we both share a bit of a disdain
For the Dolphins in Miami whose play is mad lame
They could use more than Tuna, heck they need some hefty prayer
Because their chances for .500 play is like me whoopin' a bear
So I implore my So-Flo buddy to take care when you drive
And listen to the Bee-Gees...you gotta gotta stay alive!

hey this thread is mad cool
quite unlike dog drool,
or even worse--ah nevermind
i keep it positive cause i'm intoxicated by new wine
aka the Holy Spirit, Divine Wind can you hear it?
or rather Him, convictor of my sin,
with threads like this we all win
right now im out like foreign films Fin.

So 7 times 3 checks into the fray
Why, I listened to your jams just the other day
And now we're spittin' rhymes like big fat camel
While my boy 7-to-3rd keeps it bright and shiny like enamel!

The Celtics are on
So I won't change the channel
When you're in the woods
Be sure to wear flannel
I'm trying to find another word to rhyme
I got it, how about...nope, couldn't fine another one
So back to the game
Better not to freestyle while watching TV
Because you get a rhyme that is lame

Not to kick off a fight, but I gotta set it straight
Because it's been on my chest and it's starting to irritate
The Celtics are lame cuz their a Bostonian abomination
They make me about as ill as the Red Sox Nation
But I got love for Era-to-the-Might
And I wish him a very blessed evening, but a sad-sad night


(subtext...I hope the Celtics lose)

You hope the Celtics lose?
You just set off a fuse
You live near the ocean
So I'm sending you on a cruise
I'm setting you out to pasture
Like the animal who says "moooo"
Headlines: "CELTICS WIN!"
While you're singing the blues

Our little verbal-spat makes me giggle glee
But my mood is deflated by their victory
You see the Celtics are flat and the team is a turd
The last good player ya'll had was flippin' Larry Bird!
The 3 Musketeers have ignited your team
While Big Papi and Manny have boosted your self-esteem
But New York will prevail because we gotteth the luck
And, with all due respect, all teams from Boston just stink!


(Love you dude...hope our battle is going over as a joke on your end...)

Yo faget the Celtics, ya peep that new ManChild?
He been kill'em on my beats mad wild
That new song Backbone money is bang'n son no doubt
so every body keep that D Major name in ya mouth
bringing true hip hop back with out the wack topics
cause all that gangsta rap croutons they gotta stop it

www.manchildinsider.com

Manchild is the man
He's got a master plan
Gonna take over the game
It will never be the same
With his Bible and his beads
To Christ his music leads
Bumpin' beats and slammin' licks
A crazy Catholic rockin' a crucifix!

Manchild's heavy, I check for that
I know what yous sayin about that gangsta rap
All that posin with gatts.. and brats.. is just wack
They need to have a closing down sale, and bring hip hop back.
I’m not sayin it died,
but it’s been served in small rations
I check for true styles even when they out of fashion.
UK grime, unblack metal, funk, electro
Punk, rock, and Catholic Mcs that can flow
I’m s’posed to be workin so I gotta go
But I like these freestyles, just so ya know.



Yes! lol

Glad you got it,
Feel the funk these brothas wit broke pockets
My head's about to sprocket from all these finals in college
I'm at work now, trying to make a bit of paper
So deep in dept you won't find yo boy D- Major
Gotta go.. before my boss has a cow
pass the mic to Kujo to flow, show these people how

I appreciate the chance to give ya'll my say
And you know that I would never have it any other way
But for the next couple days I'll be in the big VA
That's Virginia, I say
Because my cousin Ryan is celebrating his wedding day
So until Monday this is my signing away

typin my first freestyle
believe it, im not kiddin
tryin ta make use of today
start really livin
goin round in my head
all over these lesson plans
what can I say
to make my students say hey
to wake up to
a brand new way
of livin
its got my mind spinnin
just a lil perplexed
attemptin to do my best
catch y'all later
cause this stank like taters

Sitting in my hotel sippin' on a Bud Light
Ready to get my dance on at the rehearsal tonight
I've got my slacks all pressed and my shirt looks stank
I'm gonna look more money than the vault in a bank
Tomorrow is the wedding it'sgonna be a dope ceremony
They'll be joined in holy matrimony
And now I'll sign off cuz my brew is mad low
Just figured I'd stop by, bust a rhyme, and then go!

Word up, keep it real, you know the deal
With shoes shining more than the skin on the back of seal
Dark shades, pimped out with that Dolimite perm
gold grill and gold chains so hot that they burn
tie loose, shirt open at top so sweet
with chest hairs sticking out, looking like taco meat
waxed mustache, fresh with them curls on point
brass knuckles on ya hand cover every joint
who's da man? heads turn when you enter the Church
the next eligible bachelor has stepped on turf!

I rolled to the rehearsal dressed all in black
And I heard all the ladies screamin' for me in the back
But I refrained cuz my girl is dope has heck
And I ignored it when those ladies were swingin' from my neck
My shirt was dope and my hair was insane
With all these good looks PLUS I got mad skills in the brain
We went down to the bar, had some brews with the fam
With this Irish wedding, there's more shooters than in 'Nam
But to be honest I'm just like a big hairy duff
And these chicas don't know that I'm a diamond in the rough
People don't realize how this McGuinea gets down
Because I'm saved by the Son, I once was lost now I'm found
So while my friends get ridick, while boozin' all on each other
I'm up chillin' in my room, pray on them beads for my Mother!

yeah thats right brother,
let the world know you love her,
cause there just aint no other
woman more blessed than she
who hast borne the very Diety,
with the words "to me be it" she
became a Living Tabernacle,
for the Smasher of our shackles,
Revelation 12 type battle,
not some soft sleepless in seattle,
"Maria!" ha! the devil lost his rattle.

I walked into the Church about a quarter til 2
Anxious for what my cousin Ryan was about to do
I picked up the program, gave a wink to be mum
Blessed myself with holy water, gave my uncle a thumb's
Up the Lord was in this place when the violins did their thing
I heard divinity vibrating from the notes on the strings
And as my family marched down the aisle tears rolled down
Forming a heart-shaped puddle on the linoleum ground
The Word was proclaimed and the rings were exchanged
It's amazing how 2 words rock your world and completely change
How you live your life, not for you any longer
But for your spouse, your holy bride
Gotta pray to the Holy Family for their love to abide
So as we raised up our glasses at the wedding reception
I prayed to St. Michael for his holy protection
For my cousin and his bride as they start life anew
And eagerly awaited for my time to do the same, too!

I'm home, I'm home
To the place that I roam
Now I'm gonna count some sheep
Before I sleep...

1....2......3.........

I'm back for a minute

but before I bounce

I have a tiny tidbit

.... a smidgit of information

pertainin a medium of picture and sound.


Ironman rocks.

I wish I knew what You wanted
Wish I could see what’s in Your heart
Want to know where I should be heading
So I could prepare myself to start
Because I know you’ve got great plans for me
Plans to prosper and soar high
But I’m broken in sin, scarred to move at all
So I must ask you why

Why do You love me?
Why am I worth the price You paid?
Why do You need me?
Why was I even made?

I feel like Isaiah sometimes
Who cried out to You
“Woe is me, I am doomed
For I am a man of unclean lips”
Yet work needs be done
And You will it so
So I raise my hand and say “Here I am. I’ll go”
I want to be like that every single day
To do Your will without apprehension

yo kujo keep the thread alive,
to that end i'mma spit this live
for the MCs + DJs got hip-hop survived
from all the commercial radio drive-bys
thieves like they name was Bonnie and Clyde
phatmass got hip-hop culture sanctified

Hey yo I thank my Lord and Savior cuz my mind He keeps-a formin'
And pluckin' at my heart like a guitar by Bebo Norman
Cats walkin' down the street and they can't even look at me
It's cuz they got buds in their ears playin their self-selected-symphonies
My heart goes out to dude dressed in all black
With such pain in his heart cuz his dad didn't come back
For the girl with her stuff hangin' out like they were leaves on trees
Puttin' her finger down her throat cuz she's got that disease
To all of God's creation, groaning with anticipation
Deserving condemnation but receiving His salvation
Yeah we are drenched in the Blood of the One that God sent
So we gotta keep it holy like the Blessed Sacrament

I'm watching the Celtics again
They beat the Cavs, if you don't know
It's halftime so I thought I'd give you all a show
Imagine if your middle name was Joe
And the dollars in your pocket was no more than twentie fow
And you were walking home and you tripped in the snow
And you got amnesia, now your name is John Doe
And when he came to visit, you didn't even recognize your bro
But he said, yo, you want anything from the sto
And you was like, yah, I want some cheetos
Or maybe some Fritos, how about Doritos
Or better yet, nachos with cheese and some jalapenos
And he was like, I'll see what I could do
As for me, I'll finish the story after half 2

I don't give a croutons about that Bostonian team
And please for give me while I let off some steam
Because I saw something tonight that made me tick
It was a call by an umpire that made me sick
You see my boys in the stripes had it tied in the 9th
And Jason Giambi had 2 balls and 2 strikes
Then he gets buzzed in the hands by this inside pitch
Yet the ump calls a strike and he's out like a stitch
He said the ball hit the bat which just not true
And Girardi got pissed because it gave us out number 2
He was bounced from the game and the place went nuts
It was a fire never seen from Joe Torre's butt
But it's all good because it didn't really matter
Because we won the game with the very next batter!

It's so late, Im lookin at the a m.
got mass in the morning kids cryin it's mayhem
my feet are propped up on this gucci bench
pulled my socks off to a chesse like stench
gotta write lyrics to get the album on point
you know the nomadics gonna own this joint
dust (the ultra-handsome) thinks he can beat me in ballin
split his wig with 3's the ambluance is calling
fake left fake right double pump those 3's
crossover to the goal as I break his knees
when I come to texas to record each hook
bring your ball, your shoes, and a blank notebook

Yesterday was a day that was simply off the hook
You couldn't have wrote it better if you were writing a children's book
It started at 11 when I woke up and bathed
After I got out, afternoon prayer is what I prayed
My boy picked me up and we went to pick up some brew
Because we needed some of it at our barbeque
We got to the crib as our boy was on the grill
Cookin' up some grub meaner than Cruella Deville
There was ribs, dogs, burgers and some hickory-smoked chicken
Not to sound cliche, but my fingers got-a lickin'
We chilled in the pool, grubbin, brewin' and chattin'
Till about 5:00 when the thunder started clappin'
We moved to the pub where we watched a little tube
But we looked ridiculouse because we were still in our bathing-suits
We stayed at the pub till 1:33
All the while we were chillin, watchin' UFC
And when it was all said and done, and Ortiz got whacked
We paid the tab and went home to relax

couldn't stay away just had to be back
i aint hit the road cause my name aint jack
the Holy Spiriy got me charged so i keep it on track
it's gotta be Him. by my nature? bro i haven't the knack
just me and the mic? sike! it'll come out crazy wack!
i'm soberly intoxocated, i'm higher than a pancake stack!

There's simply no way
That a singer can stay away
From using their skills
To correct our social ills

So I'm rappin' by myself on the phorum tonight
Because all of the phamily is cuddled up real tight
Insomnia is keeping me bright-eyed and bleary
And my Taco Bell run is making my stomach quite weary
I'm wading through the final moments of Live Free or Die Hard
Bruce Willis is walking out of his car
This movie is cooler than some freshly-sliced bread
It's mad cool how McLane comes up with ways to make the bad-guys dead
He's thrown cars and 'copters, drove threw cargo like a trucker
Then makes a sarcastic comment, "Yippekaya Mother...."

haven't seen that movie yet
the last of that action set?
definitely not the best
the first takes it, no jest
fictionally dies the hardest

Clinton is done while McCain keeps talkin'
Obama's got the nom' and he better quit walkin'
Cuz November's comin' soon and he wants to get elected
But his crazy freakin' pastor might get him ejected
The man wants our babies to be killed on slabs
How can such an inspiring man have a view so sad?
He better get his act together cuz McCain's coming through
And if he ain't careful, the White House won't be blue until 2-0-1-2

Father/Son/Holy Spirit be wisest of da wise
Dis that & you better off pluckin out those eyes!

(...)

no offense,
but i ain't standin on no fence!
i'm takin a side,
lookin' far and wide,
and all i see is He
showin' Himself fully to me

(disclaimer: i wrote this rap on a friends myspace. i am not a rapper, but i feel like my rhyming is improving as my faith improves. an interesting phenomenon. *sidles off back into obscurity*)

Like a fool

I broke my no fast food rule

and I ran to Micky D's

and got a double quarter pounder with some c.h.e.e.s.e
and a large sweet tea for the ride

while reminding the lady to give me a

double helping of some fries

but to my surprise...every dang one of em were dry........

thats word...
and nothin unheard
of by this nerd