Freestyle Cypher

Out the receiver...

Here to create believers who are eager for the end of meager as I beleaguer/ether
Ither/either
Writers and the readers, I'm the featured teacher preacher overachiever overseer
I'm not a queer you hear? Got 2 hoes like Flair
And always have my hands on a brassiere or derrière
Nominated for pimp of the yeaaaaar, every year
Want you all to have no fear as I make this very clear
Oscar Worthy, far from perfect.. but willing to merk shit even when its not worth it
On purpose with no purpose, perplexities is certain
If you're next? Its curtains, I'm determined to put a hurtin on every vermin, sermon adjourns when
Its determined Oscar Worthy served him, now you look like a character from a movie by Tim Burton
The key to eternal life dwells within the serpent™

a mental mantle shell, blaze hell under earths surface
moulten magma spews through tiny cracks n oozes.
a magnifying glass enhances my perspective i view with
soar above the clouds i look up with the music
of life surrounds my body, astounded i lose it..
my train of thought maintains ovcourse
on course, off courese, top source of knowledge,
top shelf, stop.. well.. fuck it. scorched in the oven.
love it. charcoal my teeth n eat diamonds.

Eat Diamonds... Me, I'm just tryna beat climbing
Reach the top, most you niggaz drop, straight B-lining
No need in whining cuz heeeere's Oscar cuz I be the shining
Dining on my competition til there's none left
Spat the whole verse with just one breath
So def & ferocious you feel inept when you approach him
But that's because you niggaz wet, Frank Ocean...


The reincarnation of dope men
No hope when you pretend you not wide open
Then you get hit with emotion and and start moping
Really? You sure man?
Well, what the hell... Keep my rhymes pure man
Listen, if you're a man. And times get hectic
You've come to expect it
You wanna get lifted but you no longer connected
Nobody to witness what is no longer in your presence
But that's just the present, the future is evident you'll be prevalent
Just remain diligent, killin shit, illin quick
Out of fear, everybody here feelin this rap militant
™

A.M, 2 alarm
You don't want me do no harm
You've been warned
I can have the warheads by dawn
To get it on, shit upon
This roster of imposters, Digimon
I'm a monster/mobster
Chicks love me like I'm Larry the Lobster
And I'mma figure, like father
No I'mma father with THAT figure
I figure I'm that type of nigga
This a stick up, bitch stick this dick up
She hiccups yet continues to spit/suck
The visual alone made me quit/fuck
2 mins later my dicks up, yup, my dicks back
Now let me hit that
One hand on your tits.. other rubbing your clit
Thrusting this stiff.. lusting for your kiss
And who is it exactly that I Miss?
This is where I plead the fifth
Cuz if you ain't with me then you don't even exist

back, killint it, grilling it, coming in your face with the silly shit,
really its, tasty, make me, stop, never, ill drop clever rhymes
to sever spines better, got ahead of time, i stay forever
on my grind to infinity, spinnining the.. LPs... I kick a free..
minded thought rhyme this obvcoure, straight from the source
my mental brain patterns, scatter, collect back up and
cause disaster, vibration quake n amplify you break n vapourize.
take your time to reply, guy, i'll be flying, you better be ready for
the banzai kamakaze piolot higher than the sky its worth a shot to try it
Far out man, im outta space, out of place, out of rhymes to spit today,
nar, fuck it i joke, i could type till my fingers bleed n the bones exposed
listin in, i speak jewels, sparkle in the sun glistening, n i aint trippin.
i'll take my marker pen n scribble lines for days, never run out of things to say
or draw, on the floow, standing up, nothing much, but my sketches will
burn your eyes out when im done. yeah im done.

never stopping with the hip hopping flow right
I grip the mic so tight i leave imprints, so why
test me my testies swing n slap whack cats
straight into orbit. im nuts man, to the bottom when i floor it.
Ignore it but you can't, snake n crane stance when i dance
this is how to rhyme, out of breath n out of mind, fine,
just chillin, kickin it again, higher than the ceiling,
feeling like i could eat the clouds, i bet they taste amazing,
blazing enough trees to sedate elephants n have them swaying

All day smoking that haze an,
raised up on joking in day camp,
stay crammed with an open lid grey lamp,
to shed light where i lay in this graveyard,
trying to figure out witch route i am taking,
footsteps and shadows, like puppets on barrels,
squirrel im chasing trippin balls and and a fuck load of of sparrows,
shit on my face im sick of this cave,
i rip up this page, at a ridiculous pace, till the predicament's in place

thats right, cause were just writing, thoughts from my brain stem
resembling lighting, quickly take the most efficinent path, finish the task,
quick grip on the reefer stick inhale the smoke n pass,
never last, in a cypher with myself cause sharing weed is detremental
to my mental stimulation ventilation shafts. Mentally i rearange my room
into the matrix. Placed in a box, escape is by space ship. thoughts travel
at the speed of light ignighting the atmosphere, vividly bright but you have to stare

And spend half a year
being wack in a battle tier
three below me happy atmosphere
slap a bitch, crack a beer,
snack on deer n crack veneer
cappings as your apples peared,
shape ill have to share grapes in here make some sure mates,
now writers block is hittin
i might stop or give in
this fights not forbidden
its white hot im spittin

White hot I'm spittin...

Which to me is a contradiction, sir
Cuz white hot got beat by the Spurs, not winnin
If that is what you prefer? Then aim low bro
You can do ya thang on the down low, No Homo
Me? I prefer to be known as the top billin
There is not a ceiling
Everything I got is because I rock buildings
While most of you niggaz cannot and caught feelings
When you see me come thru on the block, watch me peelin
I still do dirt so the make and model I'm not revealin
Puttin in work, but I'm not dealin
Cops watch, swat dressed as special ops patrol knock
Pretty much anyone who walks and talks a certain way
Certainly they mean mugging me, stopping me, bugging me
Why you gotta fuck with me? Is this a luxury
I reluctantly rhetorically knew the answer that stood before me
"When it rains" which is insane cuz now its fucking pouring
Staying in your lane is fucking boring
That's why, I, Stay Winning, Fuck the scoring...

The scoring system in place is ludicrous
who would guess a foreign state'd be moving sess,
by the pound second check, better yet, level heads a ready mix,
a rebels sedative
on a due course of devilishly indulging some medicine,
refinement of slightly aligned violet light,
a hybrids combined twice delighted to entice a devoted city
of mice
some times my thumbs write
whatever it likes , im hyped for a battle, but who wouldn't handle this type of a saddle, im trottin away in this league,
if the reigns come loose yall gettin whipped see,
im no push over, like a quick sneeze,
but when i spray, the chick ease

click clack i spray my cans in the breeze, the paint recollects
and morphs into a masterpiece in the wall through which i express my
mental abilities freely see thee best rhymes is off the top
straight to the bottom, highten n go pass the reefer
jump off buildings with no harm, writing with no arms,
cheef with chiefs n be the guy enlightened in peace
i like to take it to the next level, the best here
so i flex, yeah, puff my chest down n belly out for fresh air
next where do we go, who knows, i keep flowing
going, hmmm, i smell the paint, i smell that spray
of fresh graffiti, scribbled on walls, or painted with precision
listen to the letters theyre speaking havov n peace teaching
reaching out to the blind kind for good reason.

y'all rhymes ain't going nowhere like mankind
future sell outs, taking industry dicks from the backside
ya rhymes cheap like mortal combat graphics
in 1999 when you was back in pampers
the pussy's always moist, the hate always thick
Ebola sick, I can't stand weak rhymes like a nosy bitch
so I got a bless ya, and cross you out like a natzi symbol
my rhyme scheme's intercontinental, make ya ear drums beer blood off a pencil
you like Nikki Mudarris, artificial
weak rappers wit big egos, it ain't hard to miss you
I'm getting dome while you reading blogs and beating off
tempted everyday by some freaky whores, they just lead you on
I'ma gangsta that can rap, style like Nicky Barnes
you deserve an Oscar, cause the role you play is fake, the biggest part
divide ya body form through central park
like a dumb dog with 1 arm you won't lift a paw
leave ya little heart squirting all over ya bitches lawn
ya styles ugly like t.i.'s wife
like mayweather and pacquiao, I won't see yall fight ...

bitch niggas

Yeah, what?
I disfigure, this kid's itchy finger...
when it hits the trigger... turn this bitch into a missing figure...
Yeah, that's that Kate Moss effect... put a boss in check...
Celph Taut, a devout Christian hasn't crossed me yet...
So let's, show the statistics... they know I'm a misfit...
that's basically known as ballistic... ripping through bones, having it thrown in the district...
My mind is filled with uncontrollable instincts...
Raising the tides so it's shown where your ship sinks, bitch, them shits clink...
Ball & Chain. Game in the hall of fame, let you all complain...
about it, when I'm balling, play with you all, like the Spalding name...
So call the train, the track's in the lane...
every axis contained, spitting acid, chew through the skins elastic, collapsing the brain...
Got mental jacket cats in the half way house like, "That was insane..."
I'm... busting right through your gasket and gaining access to pain...
inside of your fucking inner child's the opposite of a winners style...
You'll be alright... in a while. I've ran, it ain't been a mile.
Shit. It's been less. I've been fresh - starting day in the deli...
Ain't no way you can tell me I've been off my game, is you Jelly?
Is you Jam? Must be fucking Nutella out of your mind...
Thousands of rhymes over powering you cowards, n' I'm...
Just on the brink of it... tip-y toes
on the precipice. Yes, got Hades standing next to this...
Underworld. I rule with an iron fist.
Tell Satan to "retire, bitch". The irony of the bottom, being high as this...
With every rhyme, I'm a scientist.
This is my lab. Look at the forum, it's like a rhyme pad!
My bad if you didn't get it.
Looking stupid. Motherfuckers acting tough, but too shook to proof it.
Too shook to man up, n' act womanly.
You're on a level that simply ain't good to me.
So why in the world would I respect you? Let's think logically
for a second... Jason, yeah, I was basically Bourne, a weapon (Born a weapon)
That subliminal? for your protection...
I spit a metaphor in four directions, bordering corner-store reflections...
That means I got it at all angles... face severed
your jaw mangled for talking that bullshit, like it or love it...
If it comes to me in the moment, I write it in a public...
Fuck waiting to get home to spit some stupid text poem...
I flex on the fucking spot, even in a no flex zone...
Best go... Hyde your shame against Mr. Jekyll...
I'm fucking disrespectful. I resonate with the current
generation, my testament is a freaking echo...
I took the taboo topics you were scared to talk about
and walked them out... So, what are you so shocked about?
Thoughts of hip hop in doubt... I got lots of clout
caught, n' now... I just pop my mouth... but I was taught I gotta SHOUT!
Celph Taut, the imprint of million
minions, shit, it's just Despicable Me again...
The beating ends when the beat begins, rinse, repeat, and then...
I reach up in your fucking vocal cords n' beat the brakes off ya...
N' I'm not gonna stop... get it?
Beat the brakes off ya? Stop? Ya ya... writing this at fucking 3 in the morning...
Got a couple of lyrics lined up, in need of recording...
With a couple of heads who sent me free beats, so they seem to support it...
Not exactly on the top, but it feels so rewarding
to see people's eyes gleaming on forums from em' streams on the board, man...

The task at handf my master plan is to matturbate till my juices land
on unknown lands, showning stamina, having a ball im making it all
in my palms like sdand crumbling, man tumble the minute hand grand n
stick it and i lick it, quick its the best rhyme to mix into the mixture
making anzac biscuits i chill real like, whats the deal im hungry, maybe some day
maybe i'll rthyme better than all yous with the grumpy flow.
but one thing know i got more time to rhyme better
im never on my grind so i sever all ties with the skateboard n just fly
towards the pole woith percision wishing my mission was to listen but
shit its in the flix like dicks in porno flickjs i mish it to the end but frend im just sick.