Freestyle Cypher

Crummy you're the bottom of the bag, the flakes of thc-less leaf
You don't pack a punch you're nothing but a seamless queef
You're the crums mixed in with the seeds and stem
You've got no flow, cause you're lyrical tube needs a hem

ugh...so bored...ok here we go...


HIT EM UP FLOW

Ay imma legend in the game, so you know i had to hit em up//
They sleepin on the truth, my bars are alarming, time to get em up//
Yall act tough, but when push comes to shove, they always givin up//
Even if u had cancer, sars, n aids, you still wouldnt be sick enough//

to give me a, run for my money, or a trip to a hospital//
But i can always gas em up, nevermind the cost of fuel//
nah ive never lost a duel, writtens buried deep as fossils dude//
The ancient texts i dig up, redefine life, like what apostles do//

Defeating my logic is impossible, understanding me is improbable//
My mind is a rubiks cube, with panels missing, fuckin unsolvable//
my compounds insoluble, this has to be dope, its non optional//
The verses, i work with, on these tracks are unstoppable//

Lyrical loco-motion, dude im crazy, as a mental patient eattin bat shit//
In a straightjacket, on crack, doing back flips//
no matter how thick the stack gets, im forever stackin paper//
Not the ones with presidents, more like presents for kids, i call it rapping paper//

v2

its a gift and a fact im greater, than these so called legends be//
Ill never be, biggie, infact ive never had a felony//
But my art sores, for these authors, as an elegy//
Ive surpassed these readily, ive come a long way from sellin trees//

My heart and soul are in these melodies, I scribe as an oath writer//
I bring so much friction to this, they think that i wrote fire//
This burns in me, my swipes are, stronger than most tigers//
Imma slaughter em for this sacrifice, this is the GOAT cypher//

Imma real ghost writer, i know u feel pac n this//
Killuminati kid, ill forever be talkin shit//
To those who Mocking Him, its for my Master when im droppin it//
Fuck baphomet, i build coffins with my words, imma box em in//

all you satanist can suck my dick, or better yet the end of my rifle//
Ive watched em do their lil dance, this is the end of recital//
Close the curtains, only when evil dies can we begin the revival//
Thats why im bringin these revelations like the end of the bible//


google search what you dont understand...

"google search what you dont understand... "


The coming man... golden gloves, every punch serving under hand...
the history of the logic dumbed down to crumbled land...
But intelligence varies on a variable scale, that lyrics detail
But it's all Apples & Oranges, with the verity here...
You ain't hearing me clear? A skill that has power of closure...
Secluded to his rounds, he'll show you the sound to oppose your...
tied in view, aligned with the movement, slightly a Jackal...
But still a Mac on a global scale, running the gist of it, like it's an Apple...
the might's been tactful, from fighting into writing an act
so mangled in doubt... the very angle it sprouts from?
Pulls you out of your Kangaroo pouch.
The logic is definite, he mangles the route
of opposition, it's dangling now... no wonder that feeling's been hanging around...
They say Evil shit's what they're speaking with.
These dumb cunts.... Food for Thought? They do nothing, butt Munch - on some Beavis shit.
Waiting to be a Millionaire, on some Regis shit...
It's all a roll, till you see the flick... on the Screen, minus the Theater shit...
Word...but with this keying shit?
My frees are slick, Venus mixed with a hybrid of skill - Toyota Prius shit...
But they know I'm evolved with the flow of it all, killing Semantics
Throw me the ball, and I'll Homer it off of your Flanders "Diddly"-antics!

abilities are outlandish, not from this planet. off the rictor.
the main attraction in a mixer. where ever i-sland, he's the skipper.
wanna sea his world, walk in his flipper. dick rider don't stalk his zipper.
need to satisfy a hunger for hatred? get pissed at a snicker.
peel off the sticker, your bitch shit isn't new it's getting old.
while y'all are panning for riches and silver lining's, he's sweating gold.
let the lessons unfold, dressing the flow with masterful key.
cuz if he don't look good neither do we.

6 minutes, 3 minutes cause it's easy to me.
I be seizing the scene, each season is seen in the winter time - it's freezing to me!
But fuck it, I lived in Canada so long, I should be used to it.
But I'm not, I guess. The thought of the cold, makes me hot, man. It boils!
I'm just... jotting, plotting to foil the One Many Army that is myself..
A battalion... a million Trojan Horses filled with corpses still.
But the force is real. A horde of helmets rise
like the Persian army plotting an attack... That's my dropping when I rap.
It's like... a puritan... no fear in him. Swearing when..
he indulges his instincts... they won't be able to resist
the music niche. Entirely a subsidiary of my own regret.
I have dreams of being chased through a home, and yet..
I cannot see the person that's chasing me, it's a vacancy.
Like the reality of it is only something that space can see
I'm a trapped man. I know myself like the skin on my back hand.
And music makes me express myself best, that's why I am a rap fan...
I do this for fun. Every musical pun is a conquest the student begun...
The student "began", the student "begins"...sorry
trapped in a barrel closed in the Pharaoh's odes...
Feel like the heroes goals are only met with tyranny here, that's how they appear to me.
The further I look? The further the mirror can see me veering
it seems like... You can't dream in real life. Thoughts are sealed tight.
This is the venture. The written adventure, exploring a dream
from a vantage point that a contractor knows, the soul's deploying the beam...
And as my physical scope builds because I feed the energy to it...
My mental mind begins to ease and envelop its fluid
rendering of this commending influence... the Renaissance Man...
I don't pretend it, I do it.
You look at the blueprint; I execute the diagram adhering to that...
Close barriers, peering in black.
Darkness. Scaffolds swinging where these black holes linger in...
What's a thing to me? isn't a thing to him.
Monkey Bars, Guerrilla warfare, I capture the gritty essence
like John Singleton...
Yeah, channel the presence of the tangible essence...
Auto Pilot initialized... and this is the official prize...
The kryptonite crystallized...

rippin the mic, n tryin to be civilized. my love for this is being trivialized..
no shingles on my sky, i'm singled out for demise.
but they can't dwindle my insides. they stay on the outside. lookin in.
any doubts arrive, i take it's breath away and keep moving with the wind.
i'm doodling my spin on
raps. tornado chat. watch your legos collapsed.
jenga!! uno!! dominoes!! checkmate. a cut above the craps.
i slap the table willing and able to stack the chips n let'em fall.
i rap cuz i love this shit! hip hop is sick, no need for doctors, i'm on call.
sometimes i stare at the wall and brawl with the thoughts in my mind.
then i hear a "yes yes y'all" and i'm feeling fine....

Hi Cummy. How is your day going?
Dad's going out. Keep the show rolling.

It's always a show, When these Giants come out to play.
But all y'all C, is an ELF, and a dude stuck in his Crummy ways.
They wanna run us out of the day ,and make 24/7 weak.
Steppin on our seconds. Stretching our minutes. Till a good year's out of our reach.

And I'm here to teach you peachless pits
Stand and deliver, how do I reach these kids?!
Even without speech I spit
And now that you've seen best,
Lift up ya dress to receive the dick
Or you can eat a dick, and don't leave a lick
Cuz when the Nina hits,
You'll be burnt up and ashy, speak in clicks
And your sleepin kids!
The streets is keeping secrets and they leakin it
They said OutWrites the GOAT
No need to spit

I come, sprouting out speech...venomous, with carnage and mayhem...
a dialect of bars that are like sparring when I discharge it and aim em'...
Viciously barricading the opposition inside a hole
designed to hold some of the lowest minds below... like yo
Time will show what was heeded of me. I needed to be.
Feverishly working with a mind to rid the likes of you people
Who blindly follow like the sheep finding its way back to the Steeple.
Nah, we're not gonna go there with that today.
A facade, capped away in a a lab, practiced with that cliche.
Pick up where I left off. Almost like a quest, dog.
Roaming the exploratory for a soul, I can get lost.
Boosie rappers forget odds, I'm quick to get even and kill it.
Seeded so deep in the roots even the demons can feel it.
That's why I freely conceal it, a pill
I've be eating, I'm willing to kill off a couple more before I flea from the building.
So high up in the air, I careen through the ceiling
Make a pile of shit seem so appealing... it's all an act...
and people are filming... we talk about the mainstream
when the streets are fulfilling... but deep down this media's
what speaks to the children... it's all an Episode...
we're like a Gecko though... Souls of the Machine, Gore though from that Tekken blow...
A love letter, complete with X and 0's
expressing codes of life. A Miranda when we don't know the rights, so rolls suffice.
Rocking summer clothes, even on the coldest nights...
They say my lane will come to fruition...therefore? the roads are ripe.
Nah, it's a hell of sorts...
Zombies of compelling force. Death coming, expect nothing, Alice visits Umbrella Corp...
A dynasty made of the finest brigades
Life's a charade. Waiting in the darkness, and hides behind shades.
Yes, really. The next Philly cheese cake chase.
Yep, we chasing.
These are the Free Masons
That have placed our code of ethics right inside thee' waste bin.
It's revocable.
A high regard from ones self, looking at the top... below.
It's unstoppable. It's like I went to the highest building with a building block to hold... 100 stops to go.
I say to my thoughts: "behold"
Now that's a man of his word. Who 'figured' out life to see his sanity 'curve'...
How lavish can one be? The good, the bad, and the ugly.
Brain dead society - there's nothing for the slug to eat.
For the past 10 years, I sat here and drug my feet...
Right across the median, not able to get it up the street...
It's a chemical warfare; believe it or die.
We believe it, and why? Cause it was convinced as something we need to survive.
However, facts not withstanding, they say it's so...
It's these same stories paving the road...
Telling you it's the way you should go... look at this, I mean, hey, you should know!
And don't be surprised if on your way you have to pay for a toll.
It's what's displayed on the scroll. Stories upon stories
we told our forefathers ages ago. Fallacies portraying a whole.
False ideals... but yo, it must be real.
Shiny new interior, have no trust for the rusted Steel.
The lookism of a perception that's pretty to us.
Let it not confuse you, it's Insidiousness...
laced in with visions of trust.. any one who opposes it? is kicking up dust
Rob Dyrdek ain't ready for this ridiculousness...
But... "who gives a fuck?"...right? What's the point of it all?
The philosophers have theories... the skeptics point at the wall...
The believers need to fill the void, and go for the ball
But one steps back and sees the bigger picture and goes to evolve...
No bounded by a belief that's one dimensional...
But sees a variety at hand and takes a mental note...
It set in stone. The melody walk, each block like a metronome...
In totality. One soul out of the whole galaxy.
Making strides of progress with nothing, no balance beam.
Short cuts are easy, am I right? There's no challenging.
The typical moves of the egotistical depiction of who...
You see in the mirror couldn't be any clearer
to me, this will be what the era wishes to expose
in Histories robes, until your vision explodes...
Where you visit your goals, the Museum of the Modern Day Catalyst...
The portrait of totality from the spot where the canvass sits
Angles? yes, plenty. And more to come
Including some foreign ones...completed and superseding my forum runs.
With a tact that can crack through steel.
Filling out the action reel...the capsule's still
in the back of the Bat-mobile!

And I got hoes in this bat mobile
Cuz I'm batman bitch
I do whatever I so feel
I mean, I'm batman bitch!
So you can hop in the wheels
But ain't no place to sit
See how my lap feels
Can you drive a stick?
Its like a 5 speed cinch
So go live for me bitch
I'll let you see my bat dick
It pays no mind to clits

just droppin...

im waitin on the world to change, cuz i dont like the world as we know it//
theres an imbalance in the force, i can feel that evil is growin//
the hatred is potent, i cannot stand that ancient aroma//
of burned flesh, in the name of gods, beyond the civilizations of romans//

where the pavement is frozen, its a cold world were livin in//
i keep warm, by the words, that the Lord as has sent to man//
everything from Him is GOOD, or any other synonym//
our Masters mercy is sweeter than, honey, milk, or cinnamon//

even with the sins of man, He still loves and forgave us//
and what do we do? we keep breakin the commandments that He gave us//
and all things which He forbade us, while the world enslaves us//
magic is real and most are under the spell of these horrid sages//

placed in secular cages, and being locked out of Heaven//
i say all this, out of love, to all of my brethren//
let all evil feel threatened, when i brandish a weapon//
cuz in everything i do its too see satans kingdom lessened//

yep...

man, whats with this religious talk?
you sniffin' bullshit like a druggie on a mush stalk!
not to offend, i am spiritual,
i comprehend properties,(properly) yeah yeah, visual!
i bathe in massive matrixes and deliver syllables
stop thought and what happens is the unthinkable
im unsinkable, yea fucking titanic in at the Atlantic pinnacle
cold as the north ocean but only half as organic
hard as granite, a sadist sadistic satanic
making fake rappers act frantic
they get slapped by my antics
cuz my actions helped harness my talents
into owning you punks like a fucking contract!

ummmmm ok...

FOUR FLOW

ay im letting off these four, fours, on this four flow
with more dope, than a trap spot thats got four floors
yall just a coupe, i need more room, thats why i got me a four door
even though im riding solo, bars are always with me, as is, my four fours

i work the block like four hoes, corner the market like four stores
shuttin shit down, like po pos, when trap houses, get foreclosed
im on their mind, corn rolls, fuck yo delivery, im digorino
ay they feel what im sayin, thats why i got em watchin me like pornos

would you like a photo, or can u see what im gettin at?
i rap, like i trap, and my addicts are gettin crack
and love is what im gettin back, sharp lines kill em tracks
its evident, i killed it, so imma need yalls help if ur diggin that

yeah, they feelin that, i gotta put it down, for the underground
imma serial killer, four beats then i gotta my make way to another town
not in the mainstream, but another drowned, i got on it, and held it down
ay im droppin fours, theyre bars now, but just wait til i melt em down

4

yeah i felt it now..that was well versed and well written/
even though i live on earth i think i've been hell smittened/
and forget brandon white/
feelin like he hip-hop cuz he sip pop cans of sprite/
me, i'm tryna make atleast a couple grands a night/
and visit exotic beaches where you see the sand is white/
raised to stand and fight so i only worry aboyt me livin' thru it/
but this game ain't that serious-we just givin' music/
i be in the spiral writing for a title match/
man, you should see the scars a rival catch inbetween a vinyl scratch/
out here meticulous as well as insidious/
grew up in the inner-city thus i'm ready to die over a silly fuss/
ain't a damn soul i'm truly really trust-
not even my own/ but thats another story just leave it alone/
the real recognize- your job is to believe when it's known/
cuz if your fake its easy to mistake it-even when shown/