Freestyle Cypher

smack off dat smerk you faggit jerk,
another geek ready for me to bag his hurt,
send em flyin across buildings like osama
when he attacked this nerd,
so every body know i'm down to pack this work,
i got superior quality, so honestly,
tell me who's stoppin me
rolly on the neck? you another fake diva,
faggit stay a believer and spot yo ass a justin beiber,
you another bicth claimin you make hard bars,
but the only way you could make hard bars,
is when you locked up beyond bars
with dem armed guards
and takin a hard bar,
faggit i'll get rid of you,
wanna no how?
It's quite simple dude,
i'll abolish you family tree,
wit my flames and watch his fams get g'd,
secure this whole mineral critical,
cuz talkin to me ain't no need to speak lyrical,

Nah, just to show me I can flex my chops.
I'm not even perplexed by his text-less drops...
His unit of measure in metric stops
here when I drop this flopped tier and deplete
his entire foundation out like a Tetris Block.
And it'll scream "Level 1 Complete", in Neon Green, in his Message Box!
Ha... fucking faggoty dude, you wanna get dragged in this too?
Your 'plane' rhymes are landing signs for me, bring the baggage on through!
Once they toe tag you? you're through.
Feeling like an Historian when you get E-gypped
like Imhotep... n' you can hang in his tomb.
Bang Bang, you are doomed!
One Post for this dumb joke.
I'm number 1# first class, you can run Coach.
Sons hopes of winning against me? is the chance of seeing Natalie Nunn's throat
as she bows on my dick. So don't come at me with that cowardice shit.
You little powerless prick. You seeding against me?
I'll deflower you, quick. Burger King rappers, tho. Your crown ain't legit!
Build the casket up, and surround it with bricks.
You're under the sea(C). So much so you'll catch a Marry L (Merial), and persist that Flounder's the shit!
Ha, clowning you, now you can sit... down n' then spit, that for a worthy cause.
Cause even the mirror's exposing your verses flaw.
Deposit you in the casket, n' bank on a killing, when I see your hearse withdraw.
Completely coming down with the sentence, bitch, like I worked in law!



Fuck out of my face, bro.

lolz...im enjoying this...but for real yall need to try harder....

^^ So reply to this then.
Don't try to pretend you ain't eying this, friend.
you know you've been peeping this shit
To see who you're competing against.
But yeah, King, spit the fire.... engulfing a flame.
Cause the modern world ain't been
the same since the Exalted as came.
It's so like these sociologists try to throw salt on my name
Insulting my reign. I'm Timothy Dalton playing'
James Bond, your brains on the terrain. Gone.
These lames, playing the same song.
Get Jays, like my name's Shawn. And it hasn't changed since then.
This pen? inflicting. melody cues.
The devilish hues of Satan. Using patience to move to you through acoustic statements.
Just patterns on tape - elated to fans.
Like the lighter flames from the stands, as they're waving their hands.
World stage, at the Grand.
It's amazing. Almost like I play in a band.
They just chant my name on command.
Wow. Intelligence speaking for the gentlemen. I'm letting em' peak in...
to see how the puritan works.
They acclaim it as greatness without hearing it first.
Verses. Works of artists that stretch the dawn of time.
A commodity. A bond of lines placed beyond the Gauntlet of minds.
They figure Taut is divine.
Sorry. I am just dropping in twine. My model's
the philosopher's grind of Plato's arch. Archaic, yet...a Brawn, in design.

ever since the dawn of my mind i've thought different/
reading your lyrical onslaughts-i gotta say that tauts gifted/
the orignal stle i brought shifted into a iller version/
straight from the soul-relate to my soul like i'm a familiar person/
i write and recite -delighted to invite you to try/
lyrical assassin craftsman-i'll bite through a guy/
i'm the man for the job-what gave you the right to apply/
no time for a thinkin' process/
too much drinkin' shots gets me filling the sink with vomit/
it's like i'm inkin' comets thats seen in glory and wonder/
replace babes over my age limit-forty and under/
i heard ya shorties a runner but i won't chase her down/
i suggest you turn ya faces frown around or taste the ground/

Ay celph, you know weve been winning for like 6 months now//
And are up on this other side by like 10 touchdowns//
So why would I waste my words of wisdom, on some clowns//
Who still rap about gettin money and runnin drugs, n gettin crunk...wow//
U think im impressed?, i didnt even wanna read their text//
But i did, cuz i wanted to see how easily, they could be put to rest//
Im plotting to be the best, the dopest underground, put my name in stone//
Cemetery flow, i kill shit over here, yall take the safeway home//
Im casey jones, yo i can hang with ninjas//
Choppin up shit, til the whole games in splinters//
Im a master, im teachin my students, how to be cocaine despensers//
I ordain the mentors, so im a bless em with my presence, as if thor came in winter//
See imma god amoung men, but that isnt saying too much//
When your averge joe, with an averge flow, is the one makin the bucks//
Im just, tryin to rewrite the laws of science//
I am, the definition of what you would call, defiant//
Im in a class all my own, so these halls are silent//
I dont really get what theyre learnin, and why youre all so violent//
small things to me, to you all are giant, like social status//
Im alone in my maddness, my thrist for knowledge, worse than the noble cactus//

uninspired...freestyle...i give it to yall gratis...

i guess that was small practice in a veterans eyes/
i devise lines that'll never demise-forever i rise/
not in a form of flyness/
i feel the flood of tears as if there stormin' and swarmin' my eyelids/
see so many on the wrong roads on cruise control/
scared of traveling the unknown and lose their soul/
don't be confused so chose your goal and take ya best shot/
number 1 is reserved so you can take the next slot/

The fuck? This is a rest stop.
Shitting on rappers. Diligent, that uh... militant cat, willing to scrap ya.
Swing with the syllables while they're still in the rafters
dodging the strong concussion of thought, which won't save them from feeling this rapture.
It's too ill with it, they're willing to ask the...
question of if... the messages kicked fit with the rest of his tiff.
I'm explicit. You questionable midgets mention a distance?
I punt ya, no perpetual limit. I'm guessing you in it.
The pendulum swings at the fence of your district... so look at me like,
"I guess he means business", no innuendo for this shit, it's real life..
You feel hyped? Then call me out.
Show em' what it's all about. Apart of a chain, like Walton's House.
You all are the same, saw your routes. I can't follow the lame
Hollowed-in, bottle of fame. Alcohol for your fuel, while you wallow in pain.
Take the next tab. You fakes address that
you're weak to me. I'm out on your drive way, finding your PCP.
You're whacked out of your mind, that's why you're speaking free.
But you'll pay for your words, and cash out once you see the fee.
I hate you funny bums. No strings attached to it..
accurate as fuck, came back to this. Like Maxwell Cassettes,
no iPod or Tablets, bitch. Back to the compacted Discs
of the late 90's, classes with 10 dollars for a mix...
of Classic Hits...yeah, that was the hassle, its...
not the same. The new revolution rots my brain, like a Zombie slaying...
Out of body, can't get with the songs they're playing...
Now, it's all about... Rihanna and Lady Gaga's making headlines in Paparazzi pages!
The new general Natzi races of copies, chasing
the media through the lobby makes this hobby take its spot, embracing
thoughts erased from the hottest stations Hip Hop's encased in.
FUCK!!!
They need to retire from this theme, the desire
to scream at these liars is like a host of files, I'm looking for my Mediafire...
Jesus, the higher they put that echelon, is like I see a Messiah
So I want to leave the game for good, like Malik from The Wire
But it keeps dragging me back like, "Gee, I need that".
Constant feed back for the keys rapped.
Holding it down, like a Baptism when there's no one around.
Showing the child, no mercy in the lake
telling him: "You're going to drown".
Who're are the top ten artists? Shit, there's nobody now.
And if there is, and they're truly a king of this, then show me the crown!
Ha. Nothing there, you're fronting, queer.
You suckers swear you're at the Bay, I'm a Buccaneer... with new stuff to tear.
Out you're fucking rear!
Believe me, I'm crazy.
It's like the planted the seeds of Shady with me, as a Baby.
Then left me to grieve where I wouldn't been seen, till the 80's...

And once I go? I can't stop it. It's like a damn Mosh pit.
Fans stomping around your man like it's damn Compton.
Yeah... fucking psycho fellows just writing our guts out.
Type to take out a knife, drape you up like, "we're raping your wife"
And we'll say it polite... in a calming manner: "Bro, you're way too uptight".
Or obtuse... like Andy Dufresne... crawled out through a sewer pipe
to stand in the rain... full of a shit... the fucking man's insane...
I would never do that... this is Canada, mane.
Got mitts on my hands for all day, and my family's crammed in a Sleigh.
So yeah, I'm OK. It's a like a Prison, with no plans to escape!
WOOOT... I love this life, the fucking fresh air.
We'll have one hot day... in July, starting next year.
If we ever had two? I'd probably get scared.
And simulate an Alaska Landscape, so it was less weird.
I mean, why not right? the colder the better.
holding a sweater, bearing the cold of the weather; it's what holds us together.
While we're in our igloos, maple tap on command
The word "Eh" is tattooed to the back of my hand.
Which is right next to the one of our National Flag
I'm happy to be in this country, even if it seems they don't want me
I just... I dunno, hang around and talk Hockey
while I fish with my lads and drink Tim Horton's hot coffee.
You cannot stop me!
Ha ha... just kicking this shit.
Even if it sounds ridiculous with this stiff upper lip
affixed to the muscle underneath, constricted it... this...
Is only me, telling a story.
The hell with the glory, I'd rather be compelling than boring
with a Pulitzer Prize... full of just lies.
I'm a pupil, but look in my eyes.
Get it? You were took by surprise.
Hookers, get wise! my pimp hand's strong.
Walk with a limp, and it's on.
Face covered like the gimp. But big as the Amazon.
Don't get whipped in front of all of these people....
like ______ did, and fall on the cathedral.
I'm not ____ -less, but for all of my evil?
I've been drawing the feeble off of the steeple, toppled.
You equals not to be seen through any obstacles...
dropping, so we go off of the top, they're fetal.
But who is? Judas. Quite contrite with being the truest?
Because the see the influence that's been impeding my music?
I'm sorry, but I'm not the guy you're looking for.
This is my life, and you took a tour. So get off of the bus!
Playing possum with us (smh!) turn rocks into dust...
When I stomp on em' stuffs. It's awesome, I crush motherfucking blocks, it's a rush!


Like Animal and Hawk on the bucks (turnbuckles)
My words couple, marital status... locked into cuffs...
It's an officers bust!

This philophers cup is filled to brim.
Diffrent ocean same fin.
Celph still makin heads spin. Oscar's light? Still dimn.
I'm still Crummy!! ..I'd kill for a grin.
Still hungry!! A Cyphers the Main Ingredient for my din.
I'm all the Fuck In!! The House Wins in the End? Says y'all!!
If i were you? I'd place all my bets, On this Wrecking Ball.
Your Head is known to Stall. ...Dude, The John is your Face.
Should've Bobbed instead of Stan(d). Now you the Marshall of how Latreens taste..
What the Fuck?? Gimme a Break. I'm just diggin in the Kitt for rhymes.
Applying peer pressure.
This here's a Newport with Pleasure. Come do you a line.
I'm like whatever! Hate is a sign that can be seen by the blind.
When these bitches start thinking they some rulers?
Grab the Dooms Day Clock, and Measure the Time.

My name is Johnny and death is the game,
my friend shot down by police for the use of cocaine.
A friend couldn't handle life, by the neck, he'd hang,
another took the same route as his hero Kurt Cobain.
A buddy overdosed, another died from lung cancer,
another was killed drinking, playing with a gun chamber.
My little brother lives the gang life, it's not the answer,
the drugs have him acting as if he's a stranger.
My family was torn away by natural disaster,
my grandma fought a long battle, but it didn't matter.
Living in the northwest, thought I was away from tragedy,
but we still struggling with casualties, it's a catastrophe.
Hurting from agony, they were slaves of apathy,
you didn't care about your life, it led to blasphemy.
For those still breathing, I understand it gets hard,
keeps your head up and keep playing your cards.
Gotta lose so much before you hit the full house,
just don't give up, that's not what living is about.
My name is Johnny... from six feet underground.

that was more poetic/
whole method was wrote with no edits/
i go down like guzzlin' moet,quick/
so hectic/
search my discography-never a lie from me,you can check,prick/
i'm pig headed and my necks thick/
me bussin' a rhyme is similar to when you hear the tech "click"/
animalistic -just do em' dirty still/
they called me the g.o.a.t early-note worthy skills/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvVnoSXk3L8

I see a blurry field, A blizzard on the horizon.
Been delt dirty deals, But i'm still survivin, Diving towards hurricanes as my astro plane widens.
I bare a striking resemblence, To perfection.
Nah!! Nobody's perfect.
We're writers at the surface of a cyphers intersection.
These verses are like errections. Reflections of a first fuck.
Put my dick in a sentence. Spelling Busted Nuts and Worded Lust. What!!!

i love destroying mc's, burning them up till the 5th degree , a bunch of elementary teens,thinking they can jump in the league,without earning their Bachelor's, proceeded with a Master's degree, then grabbing a PhD with a thesis on rap techniques, but yeah thats me, claiming thugs? yeah we'll see, yall probably sue me and take me to court, calling the Geek Squad only way you get Tech Support ..