Freestyle Cypher

one more verse i keyed up...

verse 3 MOLLY FLOW

let me tell yall a story, i used too know a gurl named molly//
She was a good gurl, who made good grades, and she was on her way to college//
She had perfect attendance, was an honor student, cheerleader, n all that//
Only smoked weed, a gateway drug, i believe, they called that//

Gettin faded over years like a ball cap, then she moved on to poppin X//
Enjoyed how it made her feel, when her n her boyfriend were havin sex//
What happened next, was her family life wasnt going right//
She started doing blow, then parents started to pry, into where she was going every night//

She told em every lie, but she got addicted//
To the rush, daily using drugs, something was always in her system//
All kinds of stuff, she'd mix em, poppin, smokin, n sniffin//
This became the only way, she felt that she could go on livin//

Her boyfriend became distant, thats when she lost all self respect//
See i dont know, but i heard for coke, she was givin up that head//
she was zombi-ed out , left for dead, i remember being that the graduation party//
I was going through the crowd, askin bout, lookin all round, (and i cant seem to find molly)//

my mind volleys.... through intercepts with the line, I'll be...
sitting there... a written veers off the pine
I'm just... thinking out loud, meaning the decibels burn
but yet, the message is revered, it's second nature to me to break in the door.
The after effect of snapping the neck off of labor and then...
Putting it back together from scratch... so I can break it again...
The scales scale back...I'm placing a gem on the same stand
Indiana Jones ran from the ball inside of the cave, man...
So if your brave, then say your name and... recognize
my efforts lie in solely trying to better myself, with whatever helps.
The Helios shining through the dark night, flashing a glow...
And striking the walls of Hades dark taverns with a passionate blow..
Yes, I fastened the globe into my papoose.
Harnessed it on my back, but made sure to keep the strap loose.
My meter's full with the half truths...
Tired of y'all being liars involved with societies fall... You used to watch Pokemon... aren't you trying to evolve?
Man... I know I am, and it's possible too... but death's here...
The steps been cleared... backwards, M.C Escher tier... it's best to steer...
Right... appearing to be engineering the scene...
Fuck rap! No, not a rhyme either... FUCK rap!!!!
If there was ever a presence that can be associated with such a thing
it would've happened already. But it hasn't, they asked for my heading...
No actual setting. Just a threshold
that was broken, like we're crashing a Wedding...
masterful penning tactics, that have been practiced, forgetting
lapses, collapsing the thread and... asking for the masses
to pass it back to him, then in... zero to sixty? let the mirror eclipse me.
No fear, I am here, so let this be...
the moment of silence, goading your little eyelids
to open up on door-stopper of events... cause it's tense...
The Satan's spawn the mother repents
Not me, I've governed the sense of covenants, pens that are summoned begin to running this suffering trend of hippies love to defend...
But we're brothers of Men...
The same ones who've discovered this Gem. The same one that's come to an end.

.. gun to ur ribs, Punisher shit
Then bust under ya chin like other men did
Cuz Celph gummin sticks like doublemint
He heard protein comes in it like a supplement
So mens locker rooms is his GNC musclemilk
..chugging it. He loving it like McD's in ya mouth #6
Kung is the name. Pow is the exclamation point accompanying it
Punch him in the face. Sorry, im from L.A.
Violence is second nature like Laker nation at staples center
.when they play. But I don't
I throw right bows while holding my iPhone
If your in the eye of a storm, I'm the cyclone
Psych, no. I'm more like end of the world to this old dinosaur bone
I'd fight ur whole crew and hide the corpses quick
So Get over it! Cuz everyone gets over on Reservoir..
More than Dora the explorer & friends. Sort of a trend
Doormats are in. Id wipe the floor with them
They gather like a Hornets nest, easy to score a win against
Cuz RG goes down every week like quarterback for the skins

Hack at your limbs, throw them back into something you're much more passionate in...
Which isn't rapping, but then again, the disposable parts will be noticed at art...
Contemporary - composed from the mark posed on ya from sitting there...
Your lyrics reek a written tier in the underground that isn't here...
A dropped venue, you're a trick, Kung - disappear...
Eye of the storm? Try to perform on my level, n' see you won't envision near
the merits I carry. Got your wings, n' all I'm hearing is fairies.
You're generic, and barely worthy of being torn... think you're in keying form...
I don't see the storm. Thunder and lightning comes from a Titan...
You're washed up, summon Poseidon, sitting under his trident...
Your skill? nothing of rhyming. Talking about protein.
When that gay set up was your whole dream... minus its low scheme.
You blow teens - they call you the Wind Whisperer, down at the bleachers..
With a throat amplifier big enough to drown at the speakers
at a Rock Concert, clown - you ain't deep, the...
style that you speak of, sounds contrived... trying to keep up...
Pound for Pound, the British Crown's with me, punk...
No currency here, I murder you learners who fear the Mans Gospel..
speak tones to weak clones n' shatter your style
before you impeach on... the man that you follow...
Die today... don't plan for tomorrow...
It's all flash, get you a new camera to borrow... faggot.

i put the flow on auto and keep it matic.
speak it magic, without the smoke n mirrors.
keep it dope without coke rivers.
fo'real tho. rappin is a sliver of my being.
why the fuck am i here? to master the art of mc'in,

no pretend key'ing.
seein the next line is future talk.
you hate me? it's the computers fault. fuck your goofy goober thought.
i got a smoother walk between the lines of love and hate.
i'm not a thug n i'm not a fake. i just smoke weed at a high rate.
that's my problem. not your fate, get off my balls, let me live.
let me rhyme, let me jizz,
while i design a verbal shiv. the herbal is my bizz, wit a degree in growin words.
anybody with me? let the soil turn, haters can boil in erns...................

A'ight the Villain's back, to kill this rap.
Cipher a million codes that, overload your cap.
Couldn't hold this knowledge, in your puny domes to scratch.
On your records, let alone your pads, so I won't hold this back.
I'm a Megalodon smellin blood and my ocean's packed...

Ya'll some sleepin fools,
Havin nightmares while I creep wit ghouls.
There is no equal to the phantom.
The Evil spirit who possesses my keyboard rappin.
Because I'm not alive, I'm a decayin body; rotten, rancid.
Castin devilish spells with my thoughts of madness.
A sick mixture of Robert Pickton, Boris Pickett, and Charles Manson.
I'm Monster Mashin, a Walkin magnet of constant tragic.
Happenin's; When I stroll the street cars start crashin.
You idiots think that you've got this mastered?
But I'm stellar, universal, beyond Galactic.
So take this style and Cop the passion...
Like Eminem Said in Rap God, pay Homage Bastards..
But I don't need your "warship", Respect is all I'm after.
Or else I'mma come back to Launch these Bombs from my Cannons and cause disaster...
Mother fuckers

I'm a raw rapper flowin well done chapters.
I climb ya last rung, till you here "don't come back no more" from the rafters.
Why are you tire slashers treadin on me. Fuck what you telling me.
y'all think a Felony means you Fell on your Knee.
Think you got it locked? Bitch dwell on my key.
You couldn't block this, Even if you sellin some D.
Wouldn't Know shit!!! even if u fell on P.
I rock tracks n leave a shell of a beat.
~N~ If you believe in hell? Then turn the other cheek.

Thine name art cummy.
Thine flow art soft and runny.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Crummy

I'm a raw rapper flowin well done chapters.
I climb ya last rung, till you here "don't come back no more" from the rafters.
Why are you tire slashers treadin on me. Fuck what you telling me.
y'all think a Felony means you Fell on your Knee.
Think you got it locked? Bitch dwell on my key.
You couldn't block this, Even if you sellin some D.
Wouldn't Know shit!!! even if u fell on P.
I rock tracks n leave a shell of a beat.
~N~ If you believe in hell? Then turn the other cheek.

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SOFT AND RUNNY??

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Crummy View Post
I'm a raw rapper flowin well done chapters.
I climb ya last rung, till you here "don't come back no more" from the rafters.
Why are you tire slashers treadin on me. Fuck what you telling me.
y'all think a Felony means you Fell on your Knee.
Think you got it locked? Bitch dwell on my key.
You couldn't block this, Even if you sellin some D.
Wouldn't Know shit!!! even if u fell on P.
I rock tracks n leave a shell of a beat.
~N~ If you believe in hell? Then turn the other cheek.

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I just wanna put an end to this crummy shit......

Okay, so People are tryin, I'mma do it faster...
You hear don't come back no more from the rafters.
'cause, we're all done mockin you with laughter.
Sellin D, like you purchased dick,
Markin pages as P's but you're worthless shit..
Blind to that, so I'll serve you kid..

Call your self godless, I leave lost in scriptures.
You an air head, big headed, but never got the picture..
I'll rock it witcha, cause I load a track bust a rap..
Leave empty shells and bullets holes of what was once a beat.
Practice what you preach, don't compete...
Matter fact you should just fuckin leave..
Go fuck your key... board, Cause you're pullin Jack all.
For weight, The site calls me a Newb that's all.
I didn't tell you Jack shit, other than I'm a hellish fiend..
Use my style take notes, fuck you should relish me..
A felony, please you fell on your knee and writhed peter Griffin..
When you read my rhymes and compare your's you can tell...
That we are different...
I'm cold enough to hold the sun, and you couldn't reach my distance.
But here, lemme help you see my vision...

I know my truth, you have to prove your rap is "dope"
While your "tracks just show" you can't "hack it nope"
Why would I let you jizz and produce offspring wit the "whackest flow"
When I could just "whack this mole" and cast you into the "blackest hole".
Then I'll have you know the truth, because even if you were ill, and really "funny"....
You're punk ass scripts would still be "Crummy"....

Get some better structure.
Because this is a page your pen could never puncture.
Punctuation in my rhymes I don't even need it..
Read my posts and you're eyes are bleedin...
Because I get so complex this balloon head will rupture..
This guys a faggot, JB got your bitch to Dump ya..
And now you're rhymes are gettin dumber,
After I flame broiled his brain in a pagan wicker man celebration...

Burned...

Cummy, thou art a soft mufffin coated with melted butter.
Thine current read art "How to be a Loving Mother"

James Bones... doust that meaneth "james bones men"?
thine parlance doth stem from thou being around more cock than a hen.

Thou both art more equipped for endeavors more mellow.
Thine skills art silent but thine boasts doth bellow.

Thou pussulars art loose! Thou pussulars hath been loosened
Thou doth hunt to slam bucks as twofold brawling moosen.

It shalt be decreed that cummy and james bones shalt cease post haste.
Thine words hath no valor ergo thine message a waste.

Return to thine positions in thou high chairs, thine father is I.
I shalt spoonfeed thee cornmeal and oats, so doth not crie.

Forsooth!

I don't believe in the father because I was never born... Made from shadows casted in the void and snuck into this reality when the fabric was torn...
My true form is never seen I don't even sign my work...
Fuck you Dadiator.... Talkin medieval speech...
You should quit your attempt in tongues no body even speaks...
Because english has transformed, if you wanted to be original like that rap in Latin faggot..
Or Babylonian, Cimmerian, Mayan, cause I kill your ass lyrically and make your rhymes a dead language...

Currish giglet! Thine insubordinate art churlish.
Thine words art bold but thine meaning art girlish.

S'wounds, thou must cease thine buttfoolery in an instant.
Akin to m'dialect, thine modicum for failure art not verily distant.

will you listen to this fool talkin all godly like he's a mystic...
I've bin around since the times before you were even an unborn infant...
Ode is a greek word, meaning lyrical poem...
You try to kick flow in old english text thats no longer in existence...
I know what you're sayin'... you're a laugh a joke...
Call my shit girlish, like you wanna fuck me...
But I'm not gay... trust me, you're just confused...
Dadiator is a hater, cause I don't wanna believe in god's teachings...
When YWHW was always jealous making this deity a flawed weakling..
Look your bars are ill i respect and chill...
But still based on the amount of posts you have....
you're just an old man, that doesn't have a life...
So every time you tell me to stop posting I laugh, cause you're the only person on this site...
Who would give negative feed back out of your own spite..
I hope I have you frustrated exasperated and ready to go fight...
AS this is a forum you're badges mean nothing... but the only recognition you ever had in your whole life...

Fuckin loser :)

Forlorn wench! Thine life art a failure.
It hast been decreed by nature that thou art a bedroom sailor.

Thou doth drape thine sail and unsheath sire's swords.
The life of a madam art the one thou doth march towards.

Thine desires for The Great Father to plungeth his mansword in thee...
Art that th'reason thou must always squat when thou doth pee?

Verily, thou art in a civil union with Cummy.
Thine rhymes art also soft and runny.