Freestyle Cypher

Oh! So you really want me to Write a Free??
Ill kill you quicker then the Time it takes me to Light a B!!
but as times Changing n i brang new Life to my Seed, im findind Old Ailments aint Right for Me!!
Will Still Steal ya "soul" right from out ya Feet!!
I still run this Town like the Sherrif n the Deputy
Wear my Merits Proud like a retired General or Chief!!!
My lyrics r Mermorable as Can Be!!
Im the main focus like a Centerfold of a nudey Magazine!!
Usually i act Rude as Can Be, so Fools Dont Think they can make a Fool outta Me!!
Im a Big Spender a Get Rich Quick Slick Mentor
A Thick Dick that always Hits ya Placenta in the Center so you will Remember...
My Warpath im More Mad then Max,
Dont be Moronic cuz ya death wont b Ironic like a Alanis morissette Track

There is a wandering field mine
every slight side step
is tempted to find,
which is why I'm reminded
of when my feet resigned;
a concrete mind, solidified.
Their is no lust where the kicking up
of dust covered her tracks,
just a déjà vu parlayed into
a con-man's ruse verified by
the smile a simpler mind
likes to confide in.
Time, was what we were waiting for.
The date? The data? Obscured.

Obscured....

Your rhymes I didn't observe, I must have some nerve
Absurd with words that come wit ease
I'm like a cool wind/summer breeze, appreciate meeee
Before I deviate and alleviate, easy peasy, piece of cake
Face to a cheese grate, whatever it takes to be great
Once your fate is done you can't see straight, you betta run
Towards the cheddar son, all you heard was shots from a Beretta gun
Over a vendetta once thought to have let up
Witness count was none, all they saw was they get-ups
Ski-mask with skull teeth, all thief's master chief'n
Reachin? No No, blast you have you playin Halo solo
Body in that pine, shotty in your spine
Loddy doddy me bloodclot rude boy murda everybody
Not a probably, this my hobby
Hotel lobbies after shopping, upstairs, who cares, as long as we get it poppin
Top 10 in boot knockin, so choose options wisely, precisely
What I iz or might be can change nightly if you not on your Spike Lee, wifey
Cherry Wine, where's the girl who is just like me, I see
No female measuring up, they all corrupt, even my pups
The world is a terrible place that will spit you out after it eats you up
Weasel fucks all around trying to get over
Shit you will not allow as you get older, unless you don't live sober
Stress is hard as a rock and I lift boulders, Over my shoulders while yelling fuck her right in the chocha
This freestyle session's over

Worthy...

Ok. I'm back. Put the name on the associated...
framing plaque. From an acute angle, I've changed it back.
Now for the front of the matter.
Walking on egg shells, my legs swell. Display skill..
with my brain to ricochet my reign, well...
Shot, like a gauge shell... Heavenly with the flow like...
"Which way's hell?" Yeah, cause I'm looking for Satan.
Kicked his ass out of the throne n' then I took a vacation.
Dressed up in the Fisherman suit from "I know what you did last summer",
so my hook's adjacent.
Holy, you don't need to look in the Good book for a statement
from me. Making em' bleed like Jason was placed on the scene...
Ain't no facing with me. It's suicidal to try.
The fire inside? Is dire. I'm tired, I have no desire to hide.
Acquired the catholic choir to cry out the lyrics of the Messiah, so I...
could find a sanctuary to rest this humbling attire of mine...
You admire the lines, don't lie.
Back to the old guy. From 05. Who just won't die.
Won't make an effort to. Step into his office...
Sit in the chair n' just stare at his accomplishments.
A decorated man of honor, a mural of his dominance
cascades the Hall of Fame, which isn't all he gained.
Stonehearst Asylum complex - "we're all insane"
I look at this raw display of hydraulics like a ball and chain
Or whatever you'd like to call it, mane.
Walter Mitty couldn't imagine my demonic reign...
Iconic, saying "frame 25's still in my wallet pane"...
These demons, they still call my name...
Belching in curdling screams...
This ideology of freedom I've converted to dreams...
Nervous, I've seen the horizontal approach take a vertical screen...
Determined. They've only refurbished the feeling.
My dialect of cursive's demeaning... it's like a curse, a wordsmith
revealing the testament of each word he's perched to the ceiling...
Which is low, know it's the birth of a demon...
So low, it scours the earth of its meaning... digging up dirt
for what on earth you believe in... what???
It's trivial. You felt this presence of mine like the pennant...
Displaying the edges defined in each sentence of mine is a message of this precipice, guy.
So don't question it, I've made it special with time.
Open the manor for you folks so you can go in and gander at it's only Cobra Commander (me)
A roman Neanderthal, pandering the moment
a panther roaming the land of the odes, focus on not taking nobody's banter!
You're fucking idiots, acting phony while you're only on camera...
YEA. I see you there... my one warning? Be prepared.
Feeling fear from what I'm wielding here.
Stripped the glass ceiling, bare. Now we can all see what's really there...(hmmm)

^^^That was nice

I'm here to twist you up, trip you up, or tumble you down
There's no wondering why I don't fuck with you clowns
Becuz your bound running around on the prowl
Go throw in the towel, I'll scowl at your actions
Success is an apparition, see you through with gashes
Why the kind hearted always meet the monster?
Though evil mongers still can't be its partner,
I'm here to slaughter
Pluralize singular, killers start somewhere in love with ease
But, out of my heart of hate, make things simple's the hardest thing
Clearly, in myriads decimate groves in my play clothes
Fe-fi-my foes dumb, giant-bitch made clones
Why is your name his name when he'll straight up kill you
Nothing's changed, all scathing rituals, maybe the venue
How vague is critical when I assume formlessness to get you
Even the horns on his head is scared of me with my pen drew

Listen and try to define, incredible insane thoughts that flow through my mind,

On a mission to find happiness inside, but being destroyed by our era and times.
For someone who comes correct but year after year is a fail, why does no one see the subliminal message of life, its in the open, in great detail.

Its in the media, movies and songs, everyone sees the star life,
Females forget whos the man of the house and whos the wife.
Our generation is being brain washed and very few know.
Parents did not raise us it was music and T.v shows.
Trust is unknown, but everyone these days lie.
Your past predicts your future so chose wise or others imply.

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Originally Posted by Devils_Diamond

^^^That was nice

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Thanks


But yo...

Young n' I'm wise. The Benjamin Button of rhymes, under disguise.
Learned from the methods composing a sentence from my prose is perpetual
but know that it's endless. Cold, growing old with a vengeance...
I'd bite my tongue down low with my dentures... before I'd go to a dentist
Because I'm holding this crown... the lone wolf, going around
Like Anton Chigurh, with the tone of a child...
letting off my youthful glow to the crowd...
AHHH... they have to breathe, I'm back to be-- in wit' keying.
Freedom achieved with each scheme that I'm freeing...
alleviating the need to be given... accolades...
Dark... Wilson ball in my hand - we're "Cast Away"s...
Fuck with the rap cliche's... my resume speaks for itself...
Like I'm representing myself in court... the smell
of the brimstone hell reports... expelling any angelic force...
This is Umbrella Corp... tell Alice, the Nemesis...
is on the premises, penning' retorts...
the pendulum sports skeleton's from my closet...
without a shred of remorse...
Dead, in the thread's the corpse... head's divorced
from his shoulders, let the medic's retort...
Celph Taut theoretically ports his intelligence through
a head of this sort... get it, I'm genital warts
to any pathetic discourse of rhymers, ya see?
Can't even find the degree... high as any pilot can be...
flying, I'm free... a diamond shining, the Chilean Minors would need...
Time to agree on a method of picking me from the rough...
n' with that being said...
I've fantastically crafted this thread... no practice, I've sped
backwards, finished the lap, ahead of the rappers who've did...
Time attack. Yeah, I'm fine with that. Not that it matters...
I'm the gospel, the platter of Plato: the Philosopher's chapters...
The model of Aristotle packed into a haunting rapper.
Daunted that I'm also Rene Descartes with the art, compacted...
Look at my mark, n' cracked it...
Far too drastic with words, a lexicon compressed beyond any text, or song...

I've got a multitude of multiple multiples that I multiply
Multi-rhyme syllables.. boarder line criminal, form a line- killing you
ALL off at the same time, I'm out of my damn mind
Just watch me cause Dame shine.. can't see you cause you shady, mane
And I was born up in the 80's man, brought up in them 90's though
Used to have a 90's flow, but I graduated and- now I've got 2,000 mo'
and I just grow! ..when I reach my peak, GERANIMO look out below!
... and I'm crusin', your music ain't movin'. You think there'd be movement
With all of that room for improvement, break out the tool kits!
... let me show you how to do this!...
But you ain't worth my two cents, fool, I'm a nuisance
School, never fit it with the cool kids- truth is, never gave two shits 'bout my fellow students.
Unless it was a female, never was a prude kid.. use to work in retail.. spent that cash on new kicks
Just to match my new fit, Dammit- that was stupid. Shoulda bought a new whip- what a fucking doofus
Homie, I could do this- till I fucking puke, bitch. (So fuck you mother fuckers) sorry for my rudeness!
Why am I so e-vell? I was born to rebel..
Passin' trees n- that's the reason for the fucking weed smell!

Your a good guy, now I have to kill ya, that sounds familiar
Though indirect, best friends get nervous defending purpose
At intersects with skid-marked surface, trending urges
I live deterrent to when your threats interject my vibes
You feel I'm coming at you, don't you, but, nowhere to hide
I'm standing here looking at your sofa thru my third eye
Get up & prepare to die outside, in your mind
Get your hands outta my pocket, generation X to z unconscious
Robbing's my only option, what's a 3 course meal to hot pockets
89 cent can of soda pop & mentions in talks of nonsense
I know what you call this shit, because you ain't this way
You make them give in to false investments, I rather take
In your face like, "what now", "I wish you would", & "it's not a game"
Get in my car, get it on my schemes, but stay out my lane

Insane in the brain, my mental don't work right.
Rapping was a birth-right. Was born to give the verse life.
But I was cursed like an obscenity thrown.
This pen's my own. On the field, at the end of the zone.
Lights off, but I pretend to be home (word)
That's a metaphor, meaning I'm stressed, but I know
if I act like I'm not? It'll almost be like fact that I'm not...
Tetris; I'm back on the block.
Got raps that could crack through a rock.
Been on every track, n' then stopped... went back to the plot
Started contemplating. Thoughts of making foot prints in the water, I'm walking...
Thinking outside of the box and... yet I feel boxed in.
Looking at your top ten rapper, realize that I am not him.
Work harder, ambitions push my thought to that spot, then...
Maybe... just maybe you'll realize the potential
of the rhymes theorized by the pencil, these lines lie...
dormant inside of my mental...
the kind of memento I give the new generation designs their credentials
Refining the Outlook, like Microsoft Windows...
When a reign from a king feels more like a drizzle...
When that quiet look feels more like a missile...
When those outspoken words take the form of a pistol...
I squeeze... every clip in that, flicker emcees like a picture, say cheese...
Feel the inferno... all 360 degrees...
I'm the radius. Defined the alias. My minds the craziest.
A baby since 86, throwing a fit...
The more older I get? The colder I spit!!!!
Should've been obvious how I body the style
No composition to follow, the provision is like an incision from...
Edward Scissorhands... I'm not a religious man...
So, sorry to the bizzle fans, on my facebook that think I am! (I'm not)
Yeah, I do certainly have religious undertones in the raps...
But I've drifted to more logical approach in my tracks
Don't be offended by it. My mental guidance represents
a suspense, with the intent of dissecting science from any comment of bias (word)
So generally speaking? I fall in between...
what they think is said n' what all of it means...
Got a college degree, but it in no way shape or form represents
the knowledge I seek... the philosopher seeps into my thoughts, like a leech.

Like a leech...

My peak is farther than you can reach
My father couldn't teach me because he didn't use speech
In fact I was the least of his concerns
Now I got my own, and this freak I used to bone got some nerve
Way past perturbed, I'm now a wannabe killa
Don't wanna be realer, or I'm gonna be a contributor to thriller
With props, when the bodies drop, from niggaz gettin molly-whopped
I should probably stop.... Cuz if I keep goin, and keep blowin
Huffin and puffin over nuthin, just frontin
Season.. Duck, Rabbit, TREASON, Fuck, dabnabit, you know the reason
Cuz she's gots to have it, has a habit after tragic events that happened
Napping would lead to nightmares for fear of relapsing situations
Now she faking on stipulations, got a nigga frustrated, he hate it
Gets high instead of inebriated, Sour D his favorite
Sweet Dutch or Red Game's, tried the 1882's, what it do, I keeps it TRU
This flies past those who don't stroll the avenue's

Worthy...

the avenues...

I'm the badder dude, the one you mad at cuz who
Travels to places with no names, just longitudes and latitudes
Nothing really matters, TRU
If you don't have a center, time to enter a sabbatical
Come back an animal doing thee unfathomable, Mathematically adaptable
Time to move on, this Chapter full
Next level, bigger dreamers, bigger schemers
The Benz and Beamers are cunnilingus for funny bitches
Who after that dummy riches, has no shame, its all in the game
Lost souls lost control, living life without purpose isn't worth shit
So feeling worthless to ease the pain, on her knees with brain
Said she hates feeling lonely, not realizing she lessons her worth by roaming
And she got a fam, so really this bitch crazy cuz she got a man and baby
So the moves she makes is shady, which is the cause for the hating
She acting like she in the right, and how its so aggravating
When will she see the light
After she dead?
The light will turn from white to red, you make your own bed, now sleep in it
In a lake of fire with tons of freak women, swimming, grinning yet really just minions in a dominion
Cast there for sinning in a manner where GOD is thee opposition
The devil is always hiring with little benefits but lots of commission...

This is another (TM) Worthy production...

Your seeking pleasure to feel somewhat better than before
The thin line between it don't last forever & sleazy whores
Get in my bed, what you sleeping for... Bitch, sling your drawers
Show you what you can't get, have you feigning your want, if doubts
I've witnessed all of yourself, bad behavior heart, cut it out
Most of you embody everything I see in my victims
Good thing she's not mine... Bad thing you think she's with you
Would say all I can be is me, but these laws are a bitch
Impulsive actions 'could' be a wife, Romeo & Juliet shit
Minus your putrid death stench, subtract you from nosing around
Now you see me, now you don't, sum total of you're a clown
What it all means... What at all's clean?
This is just a flawed scheme, to some: a Freddie Krueger dream
Read between the lines & deem it necessary to not think
Who said swimmers could not sink while gawking up at my feet?
Total disbelief thought shit was sweet, but, didn't it stink?
I may toss an alarm clock in the sea your in, shocking to see!
Question, question, exclamation... Keep your comments brief
You the dude raising YouTube views just to write a speech
Also you're fake, all of its fake, futility functions, working late
Oh, what a job it is expressing hate everyday
I'm'a come where you live for disagreeing with me
Guy like me? Already there..! Guard your kidney

Do you know what i do to haters
I cut em up to a thousand pieces with filing papers
I'm the devil, so don't get stuck with me in an elevator
I'm elevated like a penthouse suite up in Vegas
While you walking on the street broke, with broken laces
I would deface your face, then remove your tongue for being so tasteless
Remove your brain from your skull for being so brainless
Your organs get stored in a fridge that's stainless
Serial killer flow, you would be dead before i would make you famous
These dudes soft, acting way too laymen
They would sacrifice they own anus for entertainment