Freestyle Cypher

Spoiler:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0lqs9J_o8M

I would like to welcome you all to another Oscar Worthy Original :cool:
Giving it to you live online in digital
As I stand as the pivotal figure to bring the
*HORNS BLAST*
Over the top Jerry Springer ringers, Kick you in your sphincter
Afterwards licked my fingers, why I say that?
Cuz I'm a fuckin maniac, brainiac
Summer of Sam, not Michael
Unless we talking about like on Holloween cuz I'm psycho
And I might blow cuz I'm Nitro not the type to take light yo
But it's your life so, do what you like
I'll do the same, then who's to blame? I'm just cool in the game
Tryna make a name, tryna make it stick
So I exist as a favorite on everybody's list
If not? Well then just like right now I'll still rock
Dope lines release serotonin like those who pill pop
We in the zone and, my flow is so important like an Omen
Oh man, I used to think I had to be a snowman to get dough man
But that is no plan living your life like a Nomad
Niggaz flaunt
Neglecting to mention the perils of a lifestyle that will forever haunt™

how many times you at a red light, and you just wanna drive through,
but you cant cus the cops are right behind you?
while you out to cut a key that shine enough to blind you,
need I remind you the ten crack laws you consign to...
and now you hesitate, look both ways, step on the brake,
the motherfuckers staring he wants something to take-
you reaching for your pew pew, to shoot a few jews
take a video on youtube im sure youll get a few views,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFdowEPCSqI
Beware when confronted
Right now I don't give a shit, anybody want it?
I'll come brolic and brawl nigs, I'll let you call it
Yall is, in for a treat tonight as I geek and like
Do things with words in ways that are absurd to recreate illusions
Intrusions into your soul when you feeling used, abused
You not clueless, you was not even confused
On the real since thee beginning you already knew
Stop being a lame, that's just the things you do
Pay attention, or get caught up, apprehension
Tension leads to venting extending what was pending
No longer circumventing bring this shindig to its ending™

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=2uVHNib1uzE

31secs in...

Everyday I think about.. When you was just a sprout :forabby:

And I would get you dressed up, just for me to take you out

Now its all messed up, I get stressed-stuck in a stupor

All your life I been your super, you my seed, so you been the future

True indeed the tutor, you got now, is a polluter

When the truth comes, you'll see how mum always had gentleman pursuers

Never cared about the structure of a relationship that was dying

Because she wasn't trying

If she ever says she did, listen kids she's lying

I know the situations rough, so tough it will produce diamonds

And I know my soul is right, so when I'm flying to Zion

Bygones will be bygones, Will you still be asking why mom?

Did you blow up a family, cuz you a ticking time bomb

Then tried to give me all the blame acting like your shit don't stink

When you the one with all the shame, when judgement day comes, he'll read off all the names

The way I seen you play the game, you'll probably be like its all the same

I can see you talking shit, while getting dipped, in the flames

How many years of our lives was wasted, til I faced it, that you would never change

Then I took two steps backwards, when I thought I was moving on to better things

Even though the choice was strange, The scenery needed to be rearranged

I didn't know what she was seeing in me, she would worship me like a deity

And that's the problem, cuz it's GOD that they see in me

But they don't understand the relation, if they did they'd relax and be patient

So if they don't get what they want, they overreact, and desecrate what was once sacred

Just a week ago you said I was your favorite, fake bitch

I'm mad as fuck I hate this™....


Verse 2 coming soon

Drinking coffee at three, yet? I'm usually there. Rough shave is getting gruffer, still, til the matted hairs are unruly and flared across my chiseled maw/ chasm. Paradox- I muster will that insomnia leeched, and conceive the impossible with the promise of happens. Gnash at you in a drunken snarl with the rustic charm of Whitman's log cabin, twist the Dial with a knife insert and clean the slate with a brittle smile that doesn't crack at the phantom madness of incredibly high pitched Hertz. Random mattress memory. Writhe and burn, repeat/reset to read and write. Reignite an old flame with a stimulant- girl endeavors to interrupt the seratonin chain of my neuroreceptors

i watched the rains stalk the days we purchased
on the borrowed age of a martyrs purpose
- we bartered sleep for the science of burden
beneath the evergreen disguise of a melodies ride
through the surface of emerging tides.
we were the ebb and fluent beheaded in searches
behind the skin and marrow cast aside as curses.
amassed in worthless herald the arrows passed
right through the the two of us as air flow-
we gasped to catch the pass but never had a chance
and the moment lapped our hands and persons
were we stood bare, as two empty vessels;
searching for the purpose in the good we bothered
to wrestle out of every grain of sand.
we swallowed minutes by the hour
hollow then as we were in power
- fingers interlocked as empty handed cowards.

we counted by the stars in each others eyes
how many victims we have thrifted sunburns
- as her face fell below the ticking numbers
and we pitched last wishes into another sky
farther than we could ever hope to climb -
all for the sake of saying we existed within it's prisms.
to be as weightless as bliss, to forgive in others
we remised of the times we lived as
the lightning and the thunder.

If you want the beat...

Spoiler:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iw_VOURLz8A

I dedicate this to my brother
He is the one who lead me to discover
Hip-Hop when dope drops was first uttered
My pedigree goes back further than what others will allegedly
Basically that means you can't tell me shit
You should pay attention to knowledge that I drops
If you smoke a lot of pot, everyone around you will plot
Even the ones that you would say would not, in time, watch
Time flies and I forgot how many turned heel
No longer concerned with whats real, I'm on defense playing prevent
And focused on my own achievements
That's right bitch you better believe it, see its
Nothing
Spent too much time frontin, now I'm head huntin'
Getting bread or doing something to move ahead
Moving steadfast, dead past where I used to crash, dead that
Instead act accordingly or regret the act I assuredly
Wouldn't recommend it morally because medics and authorities
End up after the majority of those who wanted to score with me™
- Worthy

Divide & conquer, my rhymes they will never be conquered.
Looked in the mirror last week, all I saw was a monster.
Dust to dust, that's how my demons crumble.
They did everything they could, but I would never go under.
Honestly, this is where I think I will end it.
But trust & believe, that this, is just the beginning.

Haha...See?

This shit basically died cause I left...
Now I'm back. I wanna see how you cowards act within an hour, flat.
You MT. Olympus? I tower that. How your rap defines your skill...
And me? I'm Like Samuel L Jackson in a Time To Kill...
So find your grill, removed from your face... with an arm in it's place...
Every target embraced... removing shrapnel parts from my case, in case
I decide to slice through... divide you like a Pizza pie do...
And watch you drop faster than my I.Q on that high groove! (weed)
Yeah... makes me imbalanced... so if there's an Ice Bucket around? I'm
taking the challenge... Corey Mac... tell me, bro, where the story at?
And don't ignore me, I'm Jason Voorhees, slap...
a Michael Myers cat for trying rap... it's in my DNA, minus the widened gap...
Grind on any kind of track.
Whether slow mo' or time attack.
I'm climbing... FACT. I'm on the peripheral of letting loose.
This is 90's hip hop, put to better use.
Strapped in my leather boots... all you pop off, but never shoot. Get it?
You... are like a mirage of typing facades.
This is lightning from the height of the Gods, crashing down
to the sight of applause of firing squads...
A genius with ink. Yeah, don't even mean it, I think...
my schemes are like links... interweaving then... clink...
attaching together before I can even latch on the lever.
The master endeavor, got a ratchet to sever
vertebrae like Clank, when I clash, hit your casket... you never...
Seen a man of my stature...
A man made brandished disaster... from Canada, plaster
an apocalypse before they can ever plan for a rapture...
Fucking amateurs, man, I'm a master... slaughtering sheep...
Don't even bother to speak, I father you geeks...
with the wordplay, n' get harder to beat...
Like the dopamine receptors have been numbed to the core...
From excessive porn watching causing you to cum on the floor...
prematurely... bottom line is tho? I walk in to this bitch, rocking designer robes...
You wouldn't find the richest guy in finer clothes...
See... my grind? it shows... but no problems with teeth...
I am... like a God or elite, I embody the fleet...
of Nostradamus, in speech, I speak psalms to the weak...
Walk on the beach, talking and reach for the bottom, water crosses my feet...
Yeah... we're past the point of no return...
Ashes, and heat from the fire...
burns in my soul... the people desire the seat I require to reach, n' the choir just...
Sings the heavenly praises... with no clue of who the ebony face is (me)
So, remember the basics...
I penetrate your featherweight matrix with vertical rounds
fly from the barrel and submerge in your crown...
Every word's the sound of the ominous death to come...
Next to one? Only me, and I second none at text-ing, son...
Complex, it perplexes some.
Mind numbingly great... they could only fumble this weight
until the ignition from their drive completely crumbles the brakes...
Destroys the interior...
The boy's been scarier than avoiding a terrier...
off of his leash. Often in speech I connect with words from last time.
My past time consist of kicking raps until I see flat lines...
Take your spot up like, "That's mine".
I don't blast 9's. A crass rhyme from my ass would take every one of your cats lives...
Fuck if there was 9 left. Every 9, death.
It's my time, yep. Highly refined depth from inside text.

And...AND...Just because I can? I'm a go again.
Because nobody knows how to hold this pen.
Let alone get home and then... kick off a rhyme...
Your pitch? Slightly different than mine.
Intricate timing... A mystery mind adhering to my physical lining...
Every second that passes... a consecutive thrashing...
Like the Hulk... right to a pulp, throw the rest in the trash bin...
Invested in catching the rhythm, with a perpetual pattern...
resonating through my cranium like a letter of sadness...
Celph Taut's never been average... just mean... fuck teams...
I'm rolling alone. Ask Jay and Kanye's who's holding the throne...
Now, I zone out off the weed, so when you talk to me...
It's like... I'm not even hearing you... got me a clearer view
of the competition, I swear it's true... the best of the best...
Should have embroiled an S on my chest... so never second it, yes...
the method is text... a Methodist, X the competition...
out of the box... don't care what it says when you hear the sound of the Fox...
it'll be like you're surrounded by Cops... sirens parading the scene...
Baby, I'm mean. Crazy machine. I'm like Damien
seen in the light of a Saudi Arabian teen... evading police...
Don't play with a beast. Whether on the track, he's the same way in the streets...
You fucking coward you. I'll devour you.
eating cats are my power move. Pull apart your bones like Napoleon, then yell "Now you're through!"

Yeah, I can smell death.
Ask if I fell yet, I didn't. It's Hells catch. The finish, is well jest.
For real, fresh... the minute I step into the perimeter.
Superseding modern laws, I don't mean to limit ya.
No intimidation methods, look at the way I fillet a sentence...
From the opposing end. And I don't go pretend.
I follow the going trends. Polish off my ass kicking
pole n' start unleashing a beaten even Rodney would wince at.
Catch the melee off the dash cam. Crashed, ran
a pit maneuver on the track, man. This is my Last Stand.
Like X-Men. No Likes. You're throwing ice in a cauldron pot.
But you'll die, once I stick my head out the halter top.
Snitch kids don't know what to do when questioned, they call the cops.
I'm out here, mauling rots'. Balling, I'm the
gate keeper, walking with all the locks.
Lifting off of the floor, like a car with hydraulic shots. This is exactly where college got
me. Yeah, a diploma in Computer Programming.
But no knowledge that serves me in the art of flow and rapping.
Didn't know it'd happen. Crashing the boat, going below with the captain.
They wanted moments of action, so they can try to zone the attraction
I have for this... not one got close yet.
But no sweat. I'm the Big Dog on the line, I'm a close threat.
Play that back: No Sweat, Dog, no sweat glands?
On the line, close(clothes) threat? I'm the best, man. Got this text jammed.

why am i wet?..damn, must be i'm droolin at rap/
i need to be cool and adapt but i'm schoolin' these saps/
who you dudes think you foolin' with raps about what u never seen-
who like duelin' with taps of your keyboard usin' them aps/
only musicn like chaplin..that means no words/
i can beat you my hand usin' no birds/
i just throw herds of jabs and crosses/
body blows like "zab" with gauze-have your abs exausted/
better call you a cab across this road to riches back to rags/
i yank ya lap dancin' hags from you gangsta rap actin' fags/
rip the package..you plastic swag-jeans too tight to have a sag/

I got the magic banger. Pull it back and with a flash, you vanish. Slash your pages in half, I paint the slab you lay on black with crayons, cannon gaze like Galileo, ground the trail to master races then have a seyance ,diggin out remains from coward sheeple. found the brain and ground the meat and added pasta, cheese, lasagna, beats, and lots of seafood. BON Petite pronounced like i'm not the speaker of the cons for hebrew. God, thats evil

i dont remember what crew i joined, but im hypin it. in terms of height, we like leviathons flying in on vicodin. higher than
giants like goliath but slightly wiser, wield a knife and skin you by the bib, untie the ribs from the spine, vicious stomp THROUGH your head, give your mind a kick cause we fight to win. the lines weve written will likely win us a timley visit to the diamond section of rhyming’s sickest. we stack the bodies in plastic pouches to act as housing. in terms of bags we got ounces in it, we round the district all down to business, then bounce and kick it with more mounted digits then those found in physics

It's a shame I can't put up +Likes

This sound is sickness... yeah, hiccups and phlegm...
ridiculous yen to go to Japan and pick up a gem... yep.
Just kidding, got a snow bunny, I'm good...
It's funny, these dummies ain't hood, my headlights are always flashing ahead...
Thoughts are feeble... not mine, nor the drops that we do...
I'll bomb, even if there's lots of people...
standing around... damn, looking at me like, "We should hand em' the crown"...
I'm like, "Not yet." Drinking that Canada Dry
on a throne of bones till it got "wet"...
WOOO!
Yeah, Nigma and Vincent are back. I guess it's time to unleash....
the finest in speech, designed to place the most intricate rhymes on the niche...
So... I speak slow, but the message is received so
Freaking quick. The people who miss it feel like a piece of shit.
Deeper than deeper gets. After recording a track.
Feel like the border attacks after troops leaving the war in IRAQ...
And... Israel, a chemical Leviathan...
Nemean paws, walking around your astral plain with Lions skin...
Yeah, this is where the giants win.
Tell Sierra Leone that, this is where the Diamonds been.
This is where the pilots spin out to safety after taking on violent winds...
The rhymes are in... no shape or form timed, begin... on any time within...
Never had a brush with the law...
I paint a portrait of handcuffs taken off...
of my arms, as I'm awaiting the Gods to make a statement, the "ahhs"
and "oohs" from the crowd watching or now toxic...
Looking down, see a wild, young, and endowed prophet...with style off his
sound process...
And here you are, trying to speak with a clowns logic...