Freestyle Cypher

profound knowledge without college- see i analyze times/
this man design rhymes dirty then will sanitize grime/
my fam stand behind mines/
they be the reason i make noise like a fan behind chimes/
i still love this art/
leaves such a mark on my corrupted heart from the start/
people can see i equal the one without a number chart/
if you knew ya time tables then multiply me by nine/
your likely to find my lines are highly inclined to give sight to the blind/
so much fight in my mind it's like i'm in a mental war general/
your cores cynical poor metaphors galore, pitiful/
anything i bores critical in the impact of a touch/
leaving you walking with atleast one crutch/
i dont see a reason to compete with that/
even the statistic sheets and stats say i beat the sickest beats with bats/

Creep on cats with the quickness, put em' to sleep... relax...
in their seat, then clap like the joker when they come back to approach, the...
way that I do it's cray, but I use it... respectively...
Soon as you step, you see... the weaponry like the Ogre in Tekken 3...
Ancient shit... yeah, but back to the music...
On wax, accrued an influence from the students of the game...
Still proving to be a name... eponymous to the dominance...
Got up in the building n' took out all of its occupants...
Yeah, it's all politics. Big business and offices...
"Number 1 Dad" coffee mugs & Secret Santa talks n' shit...
I got this ish' down to a science though...
They ask me, I deny it like "I don't know", Sarah Conner defiance, yo!
Gotta be a sheep so the sheep can think you're abiding by it...
The symbiote can't be shaking off if you try to fight it!
That ignorant... lacking of feelings n' going crazy...
And I'm an 80's baby seeing all this shit go bottom up...
So they say they gave what they got, I say that it's "not enough"...
Orgy of 7 billion people living, yeah, 'y'all are fucked!"
Everyone of you. A new world order is coming through...
No, No, No... let me keep it cool...
Cause I guess we're shallow, don't know what it takes to jump
in that lake for a deeper view... until your shoulders down to your feet are blue...
Keep your head up... your neck holds the looking glass...
Present today, but don't wanna look at my past unless it's back to the future...
You see what's happening in the present n' turn your back on the future...
Building up that fat, you're a "loser"... which is an absurdity...
when you think of it... but that's how I was... took it for granted...
the baton I ran with it... didn't exactly understand fitness...
Now I look at myself in the mirror, I'm my own damn witness...
To everything, I'm making a grand entrance!

my mans sick with this on this forum sport/
plus when i give you a line-you got another metaphor to snort/
im chillin' today,haters/
brilliant skill i convey willin ' to play waiter/
that means willin' to serve a millon of naysayers/
put this asswhoopin' on your tab and dip/
blab and flip i jab and slip followed by a liver shot feelin' like i stabbed your hip/
and even before your scab can chip off i grab your lips even if you still doubt this/
hit you with a fist holdin' a roll of quarters-puttin my money where your mouth is/
give em that down south biz- and i dont involve a round house kick
just a gauge in ya face/ i need you to put ya rage in it's place/
i need you to shallow your pride and leave the stage in disgrace/
trapped in a livin hell and my cage is the bass/

Yup... almost 7 months of me, waiting in space...
Seeing the earth spin, me on the turf, just... me in my girlfriend...
seen from a distance, n' me, keying, feeding this whirlwind..
of aggression... tell the future generation of kids
this isn't a lesson... this is just... me, giving the freshman
a leg up... for them to stand tall... but still, I grab on my damn balls
like I'm the man, y'all...
Like damn, I'm so damn raw with the heat... turn the fan off!
In a span of that time? rap lines, bodies and flat-lines
Cash grinds, gym, n' getting my life together...
I would write whenever, but the passion didn't hit me...
until I could find the right contender... which was part of my nights agenda...
I don't like pretenders... I'm fishing em' out...
Open roads with turnstiles, never missing a route...
I figured I'm full figured, I'd find out what you kids were about...
So I'm back again, still in the sea, lifting up some Michigan trout...
Whistling out to the "Sweet Home, Alabama" tune...
Handle goons easily, never plan to lose...
So what's your damn excuse? HANH! YA GOT NOTHING?
Ya talk tough, and... get molly whopped n' your entire crew
CROP DUSTED...
Yeah, n' that's me making a promise...
Fucking fakes wanna take their subconscious state in...
-to a place they won't wake from. The conse-
quence of that action is lethal...
pretty practical, I exercise every axis of evil...
like it's nothing, you're fucking fronting, you get an axe to your back n' then
we do something called a "fireman carry"
over to were you'll expire, then bury...
the body inside of a scary... cemetery, built on an Indian burial ground, are you hearing me now?
HANH!?
Who's wearing the crown? Give that shit to me, bitch, it's mine.
Look at these freaking lines interweaving
and pleasuring each other like the "69".... position. Find...
Your kitchen occupied by the black Dexter... exact pressure
on cats, lie flat on the last stretcher... available
by the ambulance call... mangling all competition that wants to hang off these balls
Cause I accept no dickriders. Spit fire
through your flame retardant jacket n' hit the breaker switch, by the...
time you walk over to that trip wire...
Fall over it n' land your ass in a bear trap... they asked me about my mind
n' I'm like "where's that?"
They took their finger n' said "there's the map"...
Now find that bitch! Up to this point I didn't even know my mind exists...

i do..my mind exist inside a fist of a enslaved guy/
try to bury me alive and see the flowers surrounding my grave die/
who else can save my- life but god-however i escaped his grasp/
my tapes surpass you apes draped in swag/
you a basic fag-i'm ahead of men..check my regimen..i'm in shape to last/
leave you fakes with a gapin' ass if you fuck with me/
i ain't got the time nor the luxary to rhyme for a fuckin' free/ post-
so he's ghost

Jeez, how we boast... on a catastrophic scale...
Yet... there's no contending it, so there it is...
An F you to your parents kids... (you) ... and a fist to...
any big dude who's popping his mouth...
Until I'm around... quiet down...
*zip**** hear the silent sound (how) ...just barely...
through the scary... trumpet, warning of how I'm to reenact Carry...
Bloody Mary... dripping wet...
marching through the cold swamps of blood, look how thick it gets...
Yeah, this isn't for those who like to be quiet...
Just enough violence, scattered around, maggots crawling out of the eyelids...
And I is... the guy that will do that...
New Jack... telling entire cities to move back...
Vile screams through trial themes... uh, what?
Tired as hell... buzz cut through this lyric like what's up?
Because I can... didn't have a plan...
Breaking out of the insane asylum's strapped mental jacket, and ran...
Pulled Scooby Doo & the gang out the back of the van...
Started driving... booked their license...
Clocked 100 miles an hour in a 60 zone... yeah, yeah
That's the shit I'm on. Looks like I won't be getting home.
Bottle of patron in the passenger seat, cracked and then leaked...
over the fucking interior... DAMN.
Now that I'm out of a good drink, I'll be a much more scarier man.
Na, but here's where I stand.
Rap forever. And be clever too.
Sever through ligaments, like I was Freddy Kru...

i licked my lips and kissed her, watched the blush settle
in her skin, before i twisted my tongue up in the petals.
i saw her bloom as spring; a full lunar eclipse lifts the tides
and we swim naked into the dark side of the moon to sink.
too drunk to swim, she swallowed coliseums of hollow beings
as she followed lines in the sand to the tune of true movements.
we collided skeletons with recklessly abandoned handfuls
and writhing sheets fell like the ivory keys of a piano.

The rain falls through my brain pores and claims all
this is my brain untaimed falling harder than the rain fall,
into rapid thoughts that dont stop till ive slain all.
taking the eeasiest path, i cut through the hardest foes
n grow to unfathomable widths that with ease sink ships
so as i blow your gray matter into nothing just think this
did he really just type that right back from the brink its
moist that choice cat, the boy that brings back
all the bliss of the first time mary jane touhed your pink lips.

i'm handing out pink slips when my ink drips/
i'm twice as raw-so hot your ice can thaw, your link drips/
water..i son and daughter ya/
buy a new machette to part ya up like a barber cut/
make sure ya guard is up when i spit cuz you can get scarred and stuff/
i only regard ya touch act as one of the best performed hardest bluff/
i'm in a ill mood as it is- who want to battle me/
my tongue should be arrested for assult and battery/
i terrorize till ya paralyzed so you let ya bladder free/
frame my casualties and be set in art galleries/
i hold in my clutches the power of speech/
that can send power to each/
inspired to pull their jeans up in back-clean up their act like it was scoured with bleach/
so ahead of my time it could take a thousand hours to reach/
how can cowards be sour and sweet over my campaign/
i want every single potential in every one of my fam reign/
damn caine or ANY SUBSTANCE/
its puttin my niggas lower/
i want a gig as big as oprahs/
aint on the fence about it/i mince a coward/
energy within is tense then outward and became free as can be/
you become sweet as a tea when drums beat as ya free/

Why is this section hidden in open mic, lol... I used to love this section.


Titties jiggling as i move down to the kitty n
lick a little, getting ready to stick it in,
but first ima take my time with the fidgeting
so you know that before i get down to business n
make you ughhhh, send ya to a wonderful world
girl i might be sicker than a hospital visit when
i got the patients of buddist monks in meditation
never facing, i got your world turned upside down
like missionary, wishin every moment could be savored
played with, splashin an oasis in the desert, the sweats drippin.
thats the way i like it n how im gonna make it.

Celph Taut, you're a Eminem rip-off//
His flow you ripped-off, now make like a child & get lost//
I got jump rope bars. I leave 'em jumping like Kriss-Kross//
The heat is on once I spit these flames that'll burn your soul//

Where my story at? Maybe you should go out & investigate//
And come back to me later with the details on your missing case//
Im juggling Juggernauts with my mind, I am a X-Man//
While throwing the X man, you should protect your neck like the Wu-Tang//

Who's sane? Not me, I need a cat-scan for my damn brain//
Like lightning I bolt across these rhymes I assault//
I pull 'em out of my memory bank I call my memory vault//
Where I keep 'em stored for the moment until it's my time to explode//

I heat up like a tanline on this unexplored land of mine//
Im the newest to this site, I plan to blow like a land mine//
I don't mean to be repetitive when I used that back-to-back//
The other side of the pillow Im cooler than, el finito...the end//

Peep the transaction, many girl relaxin ready for action
ya smashin chicks with dicks thicker than yours, while i get tits
that bounce like jacks, then get flat when im smashin, relax
but, yo why you askin, 2x the fun, never mind my minds
wired like a timebomb when im rhymin, super flyin
through the air when booze n buds get used in here,
you losers here cant beat me, n if ya do you lose
you dudes'll get flattened, like street fighthting in 2d,
dont think about it too hard, cause, yo, i use it loosly
like incerting diaphrams into ya chicks pu-see
who be, that guy, dont mind me, im highly strung un
my buds hang around my neck like gold nuggets
yo, get off the nuts, you aint getting none,
so why you huggin, to me this rhyme thing is nothing,
you bluffin, cousin, im fire so know im quick ta cook ya,
fag, fuck you slag, i bet youre the type to kiss hookers.

nah, dude chill, I'm the type to flick boogers
in the face of the jake or a crowd of on lookers
I'm proud, I spit good and shit, dribble on the mic
I'm a baller, I'll get hood and shit, riddle up your life
Aight?!?
I'm just joshin', runnin' options
Brady in the pocket, err'n on the side of caution
I'm like 8 ft tall if anybody try to block it
When the gods get to talkin' then I gotta come stompin'
Take a slice of the fly by night, I'm in the cockpit
If a sucker try to knock it then he better get to walkin'
No need for the pause on my steez, I keep rockin'
You bleed Blood to be the King of NY, I'm C Walken
A lil more easter, where we feel the nor'easters
Where the snow on the bluff gets a lil' more deeper
This shit is improvised you can hear the raw features
Bein' sick on the mic, don't mean that I talk weaker
I'm in tip top shape, got a-game in off seasons
The main frame's the same, but I came to stop treason
These lame dames astray might mayday our weekend
A pay day is great, but the lane is our deep end
I'm tryna find that record exec that's not creepin'
On the prowl for these sheep it gets deep, I'm not tweakin'
I'm free, I lost frequent but, got back up
Knocked the dirt off my feet, dog it's not that rough
I mean it's hunger on these streets when the block get tough
But it ain't the 3rd world where your block blows up
Starin' in the face of terror when the locks don't shut
I'll paint this picture on a cover that we all gon' judge
Turn the page, it keeps goin' but I'm takin' a break
Cuz I been up for 2 hours and I still haven't ate

Just joshin, i bet thats a phrase you hear often to get sex,
when ya mother picks up the phone n ya boyfriends on the other side like a death bed,
your breath next, so bad you could peel paint n revive the dead,
i could kill you with these 3 lines, id rather keep you alive instead,
jokes, i hope not, ima let you choke like like ya flows off
like butter in the sun, out of your element so long you go soft
when i walk i rattle floors, me or you, who matters more
never getting stright the the point.... like a mattador
while im straight to the point with your broad like i got the sharper sword
you a nerd in your fantasy world like yo, ima LARPer dawg
sorry i didnt mean it, you really do kick some mean shit
when i rhyme, i get nasty sometimes n i dont clean it,
but forreal, i'll have your chick on her back begging to get her bean flicked.
but really, i got no style,
im getting silly n over tired
i better go to sleep before i get slain by my rivials.

to put it in perspective, i rip mics n get it twisted,
dip like my dick in ya chicks snatch when i sex it,
yo, i step it up just like im on some next shit
spittin holy water cause you know i be blesed with.
foes get slain, like dragons bro im ready for action
touch my stash n catch a metior man to the face n
kung fu, martial artist, i rhyme it the smartest
drawing inspiration from my life... like an artist
while youre more forced than fat dudes when they shart it.