Freestyle Cypher

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have u ever crave something? well im craving twix right now
Not on no microcosmic philosophical shit - like WOW,
i'm craving twix right now!
that caramel batter, cookie mound,
bathed in chocolate, dipped in brown sugar
fructose frolicking with my taste receptor, lol
wonder what made me reflect on this weird craving. guesses?
Hmmm...i'll take a stab. Perhaps the New england heat caressing...
holdup...lol@ "caressing"...always hated that word
sure the connotation, sound and imagery
is one of sensual synergy, but the way i observe it...
like, the overtly intimate, or rather callow way it would shove,
its meaning in my face - it has a way with my nerves!
i must stop using that word!
anyways, back to the abusive heatwave that gave rise to this urge
Twix. two bars of tyrannical treat.
i said tyrannical because...jesus, it's commanding i key this!
dead ass im about to hit the convenient store now for some twix and some cheese dip!.

If there’s a problem
I could solve it, no mathematics.
Is there a difference between us?
Cuz i don’t know mathematics…
This the type of shit
That puts some smoke in asthmatics
Leave em breathless
As an unsuited man in the asterisks.
Pass it,
Not the blunt b, the ball
Have you shot a shot with no confidence at all?
It's the same thing as expecting honestness from all

That's why when I look at the cypher I display obstacles so raw...
It's patented, laminated and gawked at.
Thought that... after awhile they'd master the style...
But I'm laughing at what they're lacking, it's how...
accidents been happening, now the masses have crowned
Mumble rap as the foundation to bastard the sound.
Fuck it. Who's paying the mortgage here?
My momentum has fallen, the ever growing state of confusing
had me placed in a cauldron.
Burning, feel the pace of it, faulting.
The entire race is insulting, how I even pay attention to it
is me placing faith in adults, and.. I guess I'm expecting
something to happen, I don't know... it's a troubling caption...
Seeing the poster, no means or approach... just...
teams of representatives feeding the vultures...
the TV screens are now small and fit inside the hands of teens
who make memes of adult stuff...
Man, am I ever getting cynical. I can't even criticize.
Considering my bias. I minimize the impact of these individuals lives.
I act as if my generation is better
Based on evidence, but maybe that's what the older heads thought of us.
Pushing the boundaries with the material we're jotting up
While well-wishers from the side lines tell us it's not enough.
Already hit rock bottom. Jeez. The concrete is hard enough...
But my balls for these critics who haven't lived it, are hard as fuck.
Gargantuan. Now back to the show
I got the double helix axis to hold, all these passages go
the same way.
Rap, the stage is my main stay.
Shots at the screen, minus the game play.
I've been free, without agreeing with AJ.
Watching Rescue Dawn, while my eyes are closing...
Off a pepsi, maltesers and reese's ranging wide emotions...
My mind's open, flushing out topics
starting off with the ones I'm approaching...
Splashing, like I was playing inside an ocean.
I kind of regret rapping at this time, considering my state...
Gonna sign off n' let y'all take a whack at it - it's a little bit late.

let the ritalin play.
brain functions stays rambunctious
lightning jumping but now a jilted display
mind of minolta. camera lens capture visions. array
of prisms imprisoned in every click of this grey
matter of apple alum, cultured in an "I" centered vignette
phone the pod.
Mothership float above; I spy the silver egret
baby boom of lazy shroom heads...perhaps a tinge of regret?
puke colored vintage volume, thumbing; jotting pages thats left
unturn in this age of excess....
excuse me, let me rephrase this...in this age of access
information is but a window away; multitasking with threats
e-thugging for Harmony minus a bone of contention
blood and sweat, snip, shape. In time...a swole up proportion!
as the "I" on the keypad fades. eroding from self absorption
skin of porcelain and demeanor of an ornament vase
ask the riddle and play...
silent. Pantomime. a charade
An ant...closely observing gods through a glass beaming ray
It asked the other ant..."Hey bro, Is it getting hotter today?"

I'm a mess in this flesh, every breath out of my chest
is a step closer to death, life's a quest without success.
The less that I believe, I retreat into vibes of deceit,
my mind filled with debris, sometimes I can't even breathe.
I don't receive blessings, religious messages are too messy,
women who act sexy aren't, it's just lust tryin to stress me.
God says he won't let me, but who the hell is he to guide me?
Jesus Christ died TWICE, so his father's advice seems slimy.
Excuse me while I continue choosing the way I live my life,
cuz I couldn't give a shite if you put demons in front of my eyes.

Yep... the blunted disguise... summons a rise in logic,
but we're dumb to the wise...
First place to oppression, each given lesson you can come for your prize.
These liars trying to figure out bigger doubt
Walk in these shoes. Christopher Walken, looking often amused.
But peculiar, I stare. Gawking at views...
Feel the hotness, thoughts locked in ocular cubes.
The hexadecimal theory, clearly chalked in the rules...
I walk with the tools necessary to block out their popular cues
It's so awkward, if they wanna try.
Be honest, I'm on a demonic high.
Which is ironic, I'm kind of iconic, guy.
Your dodo bird mentality's not as fly.
GTA 3 shit. One of my favorite games.
I've been M.I.A since Paper Planes...
but back to this, passages of my work
cut the axis's, they're asking if I'm a bigger prick
than a cactus is. Well, peep the resume.
Punch drunk, before I can see the Hennessy.
Weed, then leaving Tennessee. Breathing heavily,
Geez, but these seeds are heavenly.
Like seeing the trees of evergreens, growing, wow.
If you wanted to know when my moment is,
well the moment's now. Anyone in my winner circle's
getting thrown 'a-round'.
Yeah, I'm a show em' what's up, if they don't know what's going down.

i can go for rounds
hands or liquor who wanna throw it down?
surround sound breaking the silence thats shrouding
my room. Morning gloom
Mobb tune got me wildin out
violent mood. the sky aint blue so i'm puffin clouds
success colored in hazy smoke
sucking cess the moment i woke
like lamb to a slaughter ran out of sheep to count
so i sleep, my eyes peeking and poking
at the "could haves"
man i should have ask her for a piece of that token
dime piece but mind weak,
nah not the type of risk to provoke, son
should've pick A instead of C on that last exam...
da fuck was i smokin?!
the night before the finals, i was writing a piece about the Joker
mr j was put on hold as i hit up mrs. J
mary was smooth flowing broad...
tasteful in a cool calming sort of way
u know what i mean...

Go in between, so they know that I'm seen
A conduit, beyond fluid on marathon's, stupid...
running to the finish line, break the tape off...
Made off, wit' the loot', like Bernie, but it's not the weekend.
Secret life of the Rich and Famous - I got to peak in.
Anyhow that I do it, I won't stop from speaking.
Ill shots be leaking through my thoughts, similar to a...
Doctor's treatment. Jack Reacher of rap features, these tracks? Ether.
Fortunate. Forcing you out of orbit if, I decide
that your form's shit. More legit with the metaphors than
Degrasse Tyson getting a science award, and it..
Doesn't stop there. The top tier for a while,
"I'm not here" - the Bob Dylan theory.
skill's scary, prepare for the jump scare.
Acid Rock. Jurassic Park, so you punks are aware, I'm...
Nothing to fuck wit', a couple of shears
ready for any other predicament, it's coming...
If I think of it I can build it, fuck dreaming.
Walt Disney cult's flimsy on the idea ball. I see it all.
Reading on the encyclopedia's screen, n' saw
Nothing of interest. I kickback, wit' tracks cut from a distance.
Perimeter's breached. Syntax described,
but there's no one to to delimit this speech.
My outlook got all of y'all gimmicks, in reach.
I'm tired, but I'm finna' unleash some shit in these speaks' (speakers)
And run till I'm out of breath.
Style, detect the power, don't care about how's repped.
With the power of CT Fletcher doing a thousand sets...
So much so, that the instructors have to impound the bench.
Clowning text, wit' such a callous approach...
of how I can post without sounding stressed...
I just do it, like the slogan.
Catch a right, like you're in a fight with Logan.
Or Tyson holding the rights to the biggest boxing fight promotion...

Back y'all.
Killer, minus the hacksaw.
Raps off of the mental. I took a look back at my footprint in the sand
Nodded to myself, like "They can't stop the potential".
Nor the dialect. Seriously, I can hang accolades on the wall with my respect.
With a pencil and paper in hand for those that try to test.
So express yourself in a more diligent manner, I ain't trying rest.
I'm a rebel, no INS.
No longer factory stock. Ripped the axle n' watched, the entire collapse of an era
be elapsed into thought.
Well, that's what you thought.
Silly you. Look over the rabbit's hole, and know that it's still in view.
The same animosity for me has been killing you.
Inhibitors. Bradycardia , taking pills to feel normal.
So much doctor visits, I feel like I'm personally responsible
for why the pharmaceutical stocks have risen.
Always sick, can't stop from bitching.
I only do it, because I also feel like the got to listen.
I mean, why not? An eye for an eye;
That's sly for the cyclops. The loan/lone ranger,
like Russel Oliver, but my thoughts
are more nerve-wracking than when you find cops
in your rear view mirror, with their lights off
following you for up to five blocks.
Yeah, spare me to the details they say... I'm depressed.
Can't even explain why I am mess.
Binge eating and heart burns. Bloody nose.
Debt, and no fucking goals.
Sandoz-Rabeprazole, like what the FUCK are those??
Heh. But I can't expect them to relate...
Hungry, but hypocritical feeling like there's so MUCH on my plate.
Which - in reality - relates to the drugs that I take.
Acid reflux. So, I eat one... then I'm straight.
Anti social, so I fit a niche demographic...
Blowing my head out, while rocking this Full Metal Jacket.
In a way, I guess I'm a version of Gomer Pyle.
Teen angst in my 30's for when my father was not around...
But that's the typical drivel you're expecting, right?
That's my typical go-to for expressing why
I haven't hit my full potential, even though it's monumental, I...
am only self destructing, but on the surface "I'm getting by".

Reading ole shit I wrote, cringing at the sight of it.
Been in a dark hole, but already know where the light's been...
Look what I'm writing wit', lightning.
Striking down, terms of enlightenment. Feel like a Titan,
gotten Poseidon's grip.
Dark tavern of my mind state - have a shot.
Got the cabin locked, so the key's an afterthought.
Listen, whether you rap or not? It's all the same.
Balling, they call me James.
No matter what they call me, like me and Lebron exchanged.
- talent. How do you like me now?
Cats can't wake me up wit' a light meow.
Peep what I'm writing down, gospel to the spirit.
Slash Hostel, when you hear it. The apostle in the lyrics.
Chapel walls collapse and fall.
Pastor saw the aftermath and was like, "That was raw".
Stone Cold. So yeah, it has to "thaw".
Bank on that, I'm putting it in that ass like a cash withdrawal.
The gospel, according to whom?
Speed racer, got the formula tuned.
Fair warning, my views have changed since I was torn from the womb.
Saint of Killers, like the Preacher show.
Jack Daniels on the table, you can keep your soul.
Blackened, deeper than a piece of coal.
Unique, but know I am the Big Sick.
Down the middle, you can get your wig split.
Beautician. Lipstick. What to do they have in common?
One's your girls profession, and the other was left on THIS dick.
Pussy. Push me. I got an affinity for...
Bullying kids on the forum, so I figure this is a warning.
From now on, I'm putting my foot down.
Crown gone. I come at ya straight, I don't care how strong.
Fierce right, Conservative party slip.
Liquor license, know these bars legit.
Hawkeye, every target hit.
Pardon me, arguably or not arguably making it hard to breath
for sub-par MC's.

You're not a thug your real name should be spencer
When I spit you hoes all get sick with influenza
You're no where near man enough to go to a ware house
Rookies like him I chew and spit out with my bear mouth
If this was a golf club I would get a hole in one
Then make him never see a day again like I stole the sun
I make, beautiful music he creates loud noise
This kid gets in trouble then his not allowed toys

As you can see ^ his last sentence had a word missing
A void
Missing a piece-uhh, Yo Noid! (:facepalm:)
This course is forced, no remorse, the dark horse has risen
Lines predefine time, you can find mine written on the side of a prism
If your mind can unlock the mechanisms which are connected to magnetic rhythems
throughout the universe, let me slow it down so that you can work
And do what you do on earth, where you try to define how much you are worth
Me, I'm selfmade, brick by brick like I'm from Newark
Home of the G-men, the blue bombs turf
Coast to coast I cause mischief like Newbomb Turk
Which is quite vicious, like doing the dishes naked with two dyke bitches who ain't fakin
Body was bangin, hairstyle was clay aiken
If I go into more detail you might start masturbating, so I ejaculate on the track
... of the other girl, she was black, a hoodrat, on her thigh and both shoulders was a tat
Before I left the room I grabbed my ghat, marijauna was consumed
A condom on the ground with a head that resembled a ballon...

The loony bin's where they threw me in.
Like, "Not YOU again".
Messiah of rap, yet I'm doing SIN.
So, SUE ME THEN.
Fucking faggot. See if you can poly with' me.
Catch these hands faster than throwing a ball at your team.
Under duress is where I'm the worst at.
I can be the first to admit it, so nothing personal with it.
It's a curse, so don't be offended.
I like you, though. No really, I like striking hoes.
I go on strikes with strikes, I'll strike while you strike a pose.
With your selfie stick. Fuck your selfie, nigga.
Make an app and call it, "Help Me, Nigga".
So I can profit off of it afterwards, walk into your office, figure
You can cut the check, at your desk like, "Don't be selfish, nigga".
Nigga. What. You don't like when I call you that?
Don't you call YOU that? Oh, right. I saw your black.
You looked at me, and damn near at a heart-attack.
Then you went falling back. All I heard is your jaw go snap.
I'm the law wit' the right, folk.
More awkward than a black man telling a white joke...
At a KKK rally, and then his mic broke.
They're all looking at em like, "Don't".
DON'T YOU DARE. Fucking died, and made my ghost appear
in the most dope-est gear.
I want TRANSPARENCY, just so we're clear. Get it... Transparency, clear?
Ah, fuck it.

apparently, fear is the root of all clemency
peer into the depth and see
a monster staring back at me with clenching teeth
the abyss of existentialism, an exit of stencils pressing
against the page. shades of dimensions engage in a soiree
lets end this pension. parlay in the parkway during heavy entrance
dark days. even darker dawn.
dapper don roll in a black cadillac with his Parker on...we locked gaze
Beretta drawn; town painted crimson shades, peace to the earths
god body laid in dirt as the snakes jetted off.
the bull gravano....but no snitch, ready to set it off