Little freestyle, feel free to criticize and or rate 1-10

[Chronic x]

AS TITLE SAYS I ACCEPT CRITICISM AND RATING 1-10, as this is off the top of my head.. Thanks


Alright here we go, throw out a freestyle
When i rap is like when i fight, always throw the first blow/
New guys acting like they make the dough, i make so much i need to lay low
Braggin and mouthin off aint what this shits about,
Its about  gaining respect without a resonable doubt/
and if your underground like me you dont understand the meaning of sell out
Offer me a contract, ill go on the attack . trying to place a title on me or throw a stack/
Im not bout that, so watch your back
I dont take kindly to foes, or your fancy clothes so ill trade that contract for cocaine to the nose
sell out niggas, i love to expose cause' i aint goin out like that i can cut the rhyme and just talk
and you'll still listen i can go accapella or just write a story, it's still hot if you think not blow me
Chances are your skill aint close to mine,
I think skill, you think dollar sign but heres my punch line
Y'all dont stand a chance, you make music for people to dance, i make music for people to cock a 9 and unwind, You and you aint half as good even combined
This rap game is all mine, even off the top my head
I'm good enough to put your girl in my bed
One of my buddies, his name is Fred.. His occoupation? Fed.
He costs me alot but keeps me from being caught
You thought Ted bundy was bad? HA, not.
Half my crimes are unwritten
A crew more powerful then great britian
So next time you think dark and corrupt
Think of chronics gun ready to bust
I've been there ive been down
My guilt was enough for me to drown
My mind is a ghost town
But keep on movin' and keep on Going
Call me the all knowing
You think im talking to you, and only you
I hope some way i can break through/
This rap shit aint easy
I know, tried and true
But neither is life and this is what im saying to YOU.
But next time you down, think of what i've been through.

[Chronic x]

idk what beat you were rapping to but just reading this you constantly fall off beat and extend your bars much longer than they should be. Also you contradict yourself quite a bit. "My mind is a ghost town" "Call me the all knowing". If your mind is as empty as a ghost town how the fuck do you know everything?

Your biggest issue is honestly something you brought up yourself : " i can go accapella or just write a story"

All in all I think you need to start freestyling on a beat because your internal metronome doesn't seem to be working to keep you within the confines of any decipherable time signature.

I intenionally went off beat

i can cut the rhyme and just talk

-Showing im purpousley jumping off the beat a tactic used in underground freestyling, which i dont know if you been around, but that's that.

My mind is a ghost town, your looking at the obvious, empty.
What else is followed with a Ghost town?
Lonliness, Darkness A place that has failed to due to tragedy.

But thanks.

[Architect]

Where's the music?