Freestyle Cypher

the avarage guy doesnt have a chance
when i smack his fan for retarted chants
even if i didnt see it all i got a glance
next is a body slam for u doing goofy rants
he is schemin quick cuz this mc iS dreamin this
ur the best thats a joke so u must b a comedian

i need a complex rhyme scheme on this screen all the time,
'cause my mind just loves the fact that i've axed my old and over-simplistic lines,
they've evolved into hoes, no minds of their own,
i'm their pimp and they go where i go,
- which adds another meaning to the verb "blow",
not in need of no herbs to make my creations flow,
and it's all just a part of my bigger plan,
the only snag i've had since day one was the big bang,
squirting venom from my teeth, i've got two fangs,
which is more than any other bitch has in terms of fans.

I am a lyrical invention
I'm weak rapper prevention
I start slow I know bitch..
I'm building up tension
I'm Al go raw with my rhythm
bitch's come and get hit with em
steel blades cut you a new fade
I am the real deal I go get em
rocking rocka wear in blue and gold denim
wearing blue gold and fitted with a fitted that fit em
baby blue I'm sick with the rhyme scene and in bed I loga rithem
I get to the base and find points where I hit em
make em climax in line max absolute no minimum
they let me know when "aye oh" I'm hittin em
cause each "oh yes" is right in rhythm em
We tug fight and rub the rubber in
I'm talking about your bitching this goes out to all you men
I'm the snake in the grass ill do you in
get close be your boy and fuck your girl friend
we fuck the same time when the kid comes out then you'll be havin twins
cause you sissy mother fuckers cock block like line men
So I figure fuck it ill show them there sign then
I take everything you spit at me reverse it and amplify times ten
you'll just be dust in the wind in the friction when I'm written
It's like Zues came to town and struck you with lightning
I'll take down your whole fucking tag team
and smoke you like some rag weed
its sad see
how I rule this site
when I type I make you sound like some drag queens
I bring a new light like a reverse of V8 I add lean
I'm bad mean
I'm mean I'm a bad beam
In your eyes bitch while your site seeing
I am cannibalistic I bite veins
I throw a curve ball
I'm the wild thing
Your all obnoxious like a loud sing
Like dam weather what a cloud bring
you like mild wind
listen close
Scripter is written
like on glass ghosting out thinnen
the sound fades

Okay I'm gonna follow that
bitches don't give follow backs
So the only thing they retweet is my skeet
when it streams on their cheeks
SPLAT!

Ripping all these bitches like they're perforated
Tore out my own heart so I went from hurt to hated
The Hurt Locker, defuse this bomb monsta
Before he explodes RB to leave and play with Tonkas

Um, fucked in the brain, semen sitting on the frontal lobe
So my thoughts always dirty, daydreams of getting blowed.
So here's a free face-painting
Skip the dating and the relating
So I can get to breaking and taking

Everything you love, everything you own
And while I receive top, I blow off the bitch's dome
Just so I can throw it on the ground and
Skip town and start a new life as a new man

Then go on a muder spree, cruising around in a white van
Keeping body parts in unmarked jars and cans
Okay, that was a little grim dark to fags who win hearts
Good guys always get played before the sin starts

flow sicker than a cancer-patient
bro-spit hot enuff to make you a cancer-patient//
im the question and ya bitch got the answer-waitin
flat tire she got the tools to give the right inflation//
hymen-breakin - thighs-bin-shakin - you shud hear the sounds ya wife-b-makin
the way shes screamin you d think it was a rapin//

yo bro this place is dead come through here http://lyricalthreats.com/forum/

Sittin' atop mountains of skulls, like "Come and fuck with me"
Examples made outta ya friends so all you bums should see
The way that you approachin and boastin, you cockroaches
Get sprayed with the Tec before get your foot in the do' and
Your bitches line up for miles just to pleasure the king
My rap skill steady increasing so it's measure ain't seen
This glock'll snap back like a Starter, and I'm not copying Carter, but here's some buck shit.
I'll ram this F-150 in your house and see if the truck fits. (Truk Fit, get it?)
You kids is really silly if you don't see the elevation
You bitches should pop a tampon, since you're in menstruation
You bitches is keen on judgin' but not uppin' or elevating
Get better with your craft 'fore you say "fuck it" and start hating
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I'm known to ruin shit so you don't really want my best shit
Kill, rip, and strip shit like strippers hitting they best lick
And bet this. I'll take your girl like Nike, tell her "Just Do It"
And show you the teeth marks to prove that she really chew dick.
Ooh shit. The way I kill these niggas is really ruthless
Spittin so hard, you'd swear Barakon was fucking toothless
You useless. Find a life, go outside, and log off.
Better yet. Find a cliff, go to the edge, and walk off.

rapbattles dot com. been with me since my teens,
done been the leader of a couple crews and the league,
got championships to back my vocab plus the teams,
i led were vicious, still 1 2 punchin' wack emcees,
online and gettin wins its,
not a givin or surprise,
i've rap with mummys twice your size,
aint it funny how i rize above the ashes,
posting dope ass lines,
promoting my intelegence upon this cypher,
gettin mines,
like nothing will ever stop me,
even those who tried i left behind,
now WATCH ME LEAVE A SECOND TIME,
\JUST TO COME BACK WITH SICKER RHYMES,
YOU CANT FUCK WITH RHYME.
SWIFT AKA YOUNG DIRT THE PIMP,
SMOKE EMCEES LIKE JOINTS,
RAP ON BEATS LIKE CIGGARETTES,
IM HEELA VENT YOU HEELA SPENT,
I GOT YOUR GIRLFREIND HEELA BENT.\
DIRTY NEVER BE COUNTERFEIT,
IM NEVER HESITANT, STAY DROPPIN SHIT,
LIKE PIGEONS AIMIN EXCRAMENTS,
STRAIGHT AT YOUR DOME FOR NOTHING BITCH,
STAY HOOD AND RICH WITH MINIMUM,
CASUALTIES,RIVERSIDE CRIMINAL,
PRIGINAL GANGSTA, MST,
DIRTY DREAMS

dont think you knw me coz i change out of the blue like a weather
writting my lyrics with blue pen,red coulor on my blind fold
all i see is blood,nigga fighting ova and ova,
small senseless rappers fighting ova money,money aint power,
no even hiipower,k dot's track buzzing on my brain "hiipowr"
scratch that my brain is hiipower,
using my brain i spit lyrical *ish that changes rappers into powder,
take me down if you want to but know it wont be forever,

flow off the top...shit easy to do it
im got pac biggie bob marley saigon and nas running through my brain fluid//
dont need a blueprint to make yall fade to black
no jay z or fat joe but still rock a NY ball cap//
i want a bitch who sound like rihanna but thick like keysha cole
sing like adelle and roll blunts like amber rose//
im stackin stacks over here next to my stack of pancakes all while i stuff myself with choocolate chip pancakes//
we makin money over here lil niggas what yall doin ?
i roll wid some niggas dat pack 3 4s like dey was patrick ewing//

I'm not new to this you stupid kids
Your useless diss is foolishness
We are numerous, you should be glad to see this
We are Hence Foward. They calls me Gab The Realist

I'm trying live dreams
trying to see the lime light brighter than high beams
put together intricate rhyme schemes flow potent enough to satisfy fiens
make your lungs bleed
shatter the space you call matter
I piss off critics like weak bladers
hope you wearing white when I make the blood splatter
make you immobile like you reached the limit on your data
if you wanna see the art of war please gather
too much of a giant on the mic to fight
you couldn't reach these heights with a thousand flights
you niggas still young tikes
I don't fuck around with fischer price
I chop they fucking heads off if they think they nice
I make these lines tights
make it sound nice
Then I detonate penetrate twist your fate
my carnivorous side suddenly escapes
your life I terminate
I swing machetes like I live in crystal lake

if i spil my guts for glory without a story to tell,
would you remember my name in heaven...............
...........................while im rotting in hell?
i couldn't be the perfect person, picture me at college?
how could i escape my fate i'll only ever be an alcoholic-
that don't even drink, a genius that doesn't think,
a sleep walking insomniac on a shrinks couch that doesn't blink!
i feel departed your words beat my brain retarded,
this relationship was doomed to fail years before it even started,
i'd never do something that would cause you losing the trust,
hope this news is enough for you to loosen this noose on my nuts,
im so confused...i hate you while im fucking you,
its the same story for years but heres hoping for something new.....

the kid crush cyphers in a clean way
flow be on replay like dwade with a mean j
your girl call me for a three way
jersey swag no pauly but these rappers cant d j

if you only good for 4 you ain really good for shit
so i hold down the trigger till i empty out the whole clip//
dudda-dudda-dudda my AK gotta studder
BUST in her face she said i cant believe its not butter//
you call her baby momma she tell me call her what i wanna an when i want her
so i call her goods for service and i put her on a corner//
no need for a judge or jury i m goin out with honor
45s in both hands high on some exotic marijuana//