Freestyle Cypher

Save a seat for a vet
Mean in the flesh
Not clean to impress
Seasonally dressed
All the flyest gear
Not wings on a jet
Keeping it fresh
Might appear easy going
Please take notice
When your known for whupping ass
There's no need to be boasting
My character is American
My personality's veteran
For analogy declaratives
Not Nice:fights rivals: pestering
Actions speak louder than gesturing
... Offense defends
My best defense is to hit again
Dead horse? It depends
On how you look at it
Throw the book at it
Or just pretend
Your holier than thou
And don't say shit
Cuz you will not win
No ones coming after me harmful
I finish off loose ends
I will even kill your kids
Associates aren't friends

Bust out the brews and lets cruise on this Tuesday
good news; I refuse to be abused by the blues mayne
Check what this dude says, tell me where u stay
no excuse,, put yourself to use, go nuts like Busey
Gary's pretty scary but its very necessary
to spit tales like fairy; if you fail to burry-
the ink in your mind and align it on paper-
here comes frog to stop the plot of your caper
for a second you thought you were hot when you checked it
no disrespect, what'd you expect? your flow is neglected
I came to perfect it, come and inspect it
pure and so clean while it seems you're infected
how affected am I? is it connected to swine?
I'm a cold hearted pig and I'll be doing just fine
you're a fat porker wheezing, reachin' for meds
but step out instead, breathe in and air out your head
don't care about bread unless it was said
that the dough I would get bakes dozens of IT
dozens and dozens for friends and my cousins
mostly for me, its lovely to eat when i'm buzzin'

Yo,
They issued a challenge? I'll respond with intricate balance
Shit, they ain't managed to call an acquired talent
We talking golden chalice, Heavyweight champ, Diamond Dallas?
Then I'll Rhyme with malice, you lightweights is practice
I'll bend your axis so your perspective is crooked as taxes
Socialist backin', anti-capitalist with a ill ass demeanor
I'm like Tyson right before he became champ
Only Hungrier and Meaner. My rhymes bust amps
& speakers, I was sick before AIDS & beepers
I run with a gang of creepers that would sneak ya for your Sneakas(sneakers)
I'll leech ya for your pizza, gotta get the money pie
Tell your honey bye, once she climbs inside the Chevy ride
Tall with 24s, she likes, the Suicide dohs (doors)
I spit mad flows, for bad hos and 'bow niggas like Rambo
With my Nike sandals, a phone, and a candle
In either hand, cause I'm the man

Sing it Aloe:

"I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man"

Goddamn I'm the man, smoking up a hundred grand
Without a single fucking fan!
Just in the Trap spot sitting like Cube with a Bird in my hand
A fiends more loyal than a friend.
Truthfully I understand you're a man as well
This fucking powder and our soul is a we've got to sell
Living in hell, shivering well, because Dante theorized
Correctly, damn it's only in death that you realize
It's always a fucking cold day in hell
Wish I'd of brought a hoodie, plus some gloves as well
Regardless it's not a thought with a chance to dwell
And swell in the recesses
Of your mind. Here lately I've been obsessin'
Wondering if the Fallen Angels can still receive God's blessin'
We've battled since adolescence, I answered every question
With aggression, preaching lessons of false idols
Christ's rival, but truly these demigods led to my soul's revival
Nat Turner resistance, unbridled ruthlessness...
Truth is this, Truth just whipped, your ass at your own game
Fuck you other lames, and even the few dames.

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Yo,
They issued a challenge? I'll respond with intricate balance
Shit, they ain't managed to call an acquired talent
We talking golden chalice, Heavyweight champ, Diamond Dallas?
Then I'll Rhyme with malice, you lightweights is practice
I'll bend your axis so your perspective is crooked as taxes
Socialist backin', anti-capitalist with a ill ass demeanor
I'm like Tyson right before he became champ
Only Hungrier and Meaner. My rhymes bust amps
& speakers, I was sick before AIDS & beepers
I run with a gang of creepers that would sneak ya for your Sneakas(sneakers)
I'll leech ya for your pizza, gotta get the money pie
Tell your honey bye, once she climbs inside the Chevy ride
Tall with 24s, she likes, the Suicide dohs (doors)
I spit mad flows, for bad hos and 'bow niggas like Rambo
With my Nike sandals, a phone, and a candle
In either hand, cause I'm the man

Sing it Aloe:

"I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man"

Goddamn I'm the man, smoking up a hundred grand
Without a single fucking fan!
Just in the Trap spot sitting like Cube with a Bird in my hand
A fiends more loyal than a friend.
Truthfully I understand you're a man as well
This fucking powder and our soul is a we've got to sell
Living in hell, shivering well, because Dante theorized
Correctly, damn it's only in death that you realize
It's always a fucking cold day in hell
Wish I'd of brought a hoodie, plus some gloves as well
Regardless it's not a thought with a chance to dwell
And swell in the recesses
Of your mind. Here lately I've been obsessin'
Wondering if the Fallen Angels can still receive God's blessin'
We've battled since adolescence, I answered every question
With aggression, preaching lessons of false idols
Christ's rival, but truly these demigods led to my soul's revival
Nat Turner resistance, unbridled ruthlessness...
Truth is this, Truth just whipped, your ass at your own game
Fuck you other lames, and even the few dames.

Hey everybody,

There's a crisis in the world called men fighting like girls
Take foes out or complain about it, your wife's a squirrel
Know their favorite food right, food for thought, I'm on her mind
All she thinks about is dick and I'm her desired size
My money shot's not when she coughs, but it's right on time
She smiles gagging, you meanwhile lagging, tryna find your pride
I don't mind, man, does she get loose! Weeping? Dry your eyes
Don't cry, we don't bother nobody, loddi-doddi
I'm who your lady calls daddy & your child's father, prob'ly
I first had fits, I never birthed your bitch, it's double standards
No ones daughter should be your lady, but during sex,

What's it matter?

the chamber was loaded, he opened fire in anger-
anchored in motive, the bullets savored the onus.
stains of liquor linger, whiskey fevers
ferver in the open, a growing ire
perspires on the face of rancor that has broken.
golden casings tumble, all while racing trouble
- the ammunition pile grows beside her aging rubble.

you aint sellin' it, you fail in it-quit yellin' it, you stale & skinny
I"m fresh & bulked up; Soak up Game be drippin' off me when I toke up
get'cha shower shoes & don't slip when I smoke bud
you know whut? I'm a cobra; hella cold bruh
this fellas' done told ya; I ain't here to scold'ya
or even try & mold ya, I'm battlin' it out off the dosia
mouthing off with every cough but never soft; he knows'ya
Dig it like a shovel; get up off that rubble
for every line you got, i've done spit double
never fond of scuffles; always down for trouble
peach fuzz ass nigga, barely growin' stubble
I'm down like the draws on a two dollar whore
I clown on these pawns and few holler "more"
come around like a paw and I do maul like gore
shoot to the mall & applaud at broads at the store
all in long johns in front of the bras and shorts,
stalling the guard cuz hes calling authorities of sorts
oh lordy lord!, the store's sending more of these dorks...

At the mall grabbing broads asses, shopping for the latest fashions
Grown man all about flashing, broke as fuck on bandwagons
Can't stand it, they're fickle actors, I'm fresh, classy, & dapper
Hedonistic with decent women, my convo game attracts her
I don't gotta say much... I don't gotta listen much either
Intellectual body language... Our physical features
Can you niggas get any weaker, man, I been had them hoes
See you standing near her, bragging with her, As if she's yo's
Was in love with a stripper once upon a time cuz her "mind"
Cuz she "knew", no chicks give "brain" like she do, but she wasn't mine
Wanted to take her everywhere with me... stupid dudes'll do it
I'm a dog? Scooby dooby doo, bitch! Cupid knows I pimp
He's not wasting arrows, I'm way too careful...
Tryna fuck a chick from every race, while racist men get jealous
Romeo & Julie-what? Bitch, this ain't for love...
I like to fuck then go to other countries & Rock more clubs

The truest when high while you just a guy, who am I?
Ef 2 da are oh! Double Gee Why!?
Cuz to the crew I’m wise, spittin’ fluent lines
about hittin’ & doin’ dimes, you can’t ruin mines-
Keep a brewing mind while you’re doing time,
ease the blues with rhyme & pay your dues to shine
Before you lose your mind think twice before choosing crime,
if know what to choose you’ll be fine
It’s no news about the booze, leave the brews behind-
Cuz when the wheel you’re behind leaves you ill and you’re blind
without feeling your spine-
That’s when you’ll feel what I spill is for real,
these aren’t only lines they’re designed to be a sign.
Is you as silly as I? go on, grab the billy & fly, trust me-
I’m chillin’ and fried when killin’ ya pride
Brain cells willing to die, ain’t takin’ a piece-
I’m stealin’ your pie! Is you feelin’ me guy?
Damn, frog off the xanex is sly but don’t plan it and drive or panic and hide
Cuz you’re on a whole other planet when high,
specially off the beer it’ll barely be clear
When you’re telling all your peers, “what the fuck happened here?”
Well, I took 2 xanies and don’t REMEMBER THE NIGHT
So high; the last couple of nights in DECEMBER I FLIED
yup I was flying, no denying feels like VIKEYS TIMES TEN but don’t TRY THESE with GIN
If you got some on you then you MIGHT BE MY FRIEND, fuck yeah I’ll TRY THESE AGAIN!
I’ll tell a chick to smell my dick or I impale her lips
Tell her if she sells her clit and lets’em nail her tits
we can both come up on mail and chips
Hotels and whips, sales and tips- rhymes so dope but wont go to jail for this,
get the scale & bricks
Yeah right mothafucka! Frog is on a good one and you can’t TELL HIM SHIT!
You can tell I’m legit from the tales that I spit (pause) and the tail that I hit-
No lie, sometimes feels likes a on my dick,
lol, fuck it- my game’s never stale on them chicks
I provide the pole & they’ll do the dips, wonna get the draws? Have’em do a rail w/ the clique
lines never fail on this spic that’s why I do it well and prevail so quick, beat the hell outta kids
inhale when I’m lit so to hell with them pricks who got my boys locked up in a cell made of bricks

my life is worth living- for my wife and children,
i got a small business, God's helpin me build it,

made a couple g's but the money was not profit,
I had a bad addiction to coke and had to stop it,

now moneys managed well, drugs, i never had to sell,
hard work and dedication- that's how the pockets swell,

I kept my mind straight then I stepped up to the plate,
faced what i feared most, and the consequence was great,

the power of good vibes, call it positive charged air,
kept my mind out of the gutter, there's only garbage there,

im constantly reminded of the life I chose to live,
i love my wife and kids but my true joy is to give,

i uplift the spirits of men to produce hero's,
making money comes easy cuz heroes equals zeros,

let this be my spark to remind me in my heart,
the brightest of all lights is transformed from the dark,

Write a few lines, make a little art, get down tonight
when the sound is so right that i do it two times.
who lined the paper, guide lines telling me what to do,
fuck you im write with you horizontal. rules are for pussies.
hmm time to get serious with the stereo set to bust tunes
have you bleeding out your ears as soon as you enter the room.
bass lines so deep you feel like youve just consumed mushrooms.
Close your eyes n let your physical form vibrate in-sync with the universe

...in-sync with the universe, shoes interred deep in the humus Earth
I wasn't rude at first, I was just another seed, you could see the thirst through the dirt
Felt like a power ranger...the way I had to wear a suit and hearse...
Who deserves to stay?
Who de-serves to d'cay?
This a game...who the worst to play?
I'm looking for newer words to say that the loot is cursed
Be mood immersed for days everything I view is blurred and hazed,
Play till we burst through the worst unfazed, but surely scathed
Send my body to an early grave
Send my soul to learn the ways of the world we raised
The girl, she gaze through the pearly gates
Y'all hurl me praise,
you'll only get it returned when you turn the page.

my rhymes are attractive, the way i gots to have it
with every one back to back just like two magnets
n thats it, hit in the face like a slapped fist,
from a spinning back fist, to awake n,
be greeted with this, could it be that thats it,
life, a comical joke, some slap stick,
nah, theres got to be more when we think about it,
then reproducing n passing down knowledge,
maybe thats it, n well yeah, really, thats shit..gee..
oh well least it fell good for the most part..peav=ce.

I cannibalize rappers like tribes from Eastern isles
Sick in the mind like pedophiles
Forever riled fuck throwing your hands in the air
They're better tied. I'm in the electric chair
Strapped, ensnared, vision impaired
They've caught me for my flaring crimes
Going Donkey Kong Crazy with rhymes
And blasting banana clips with my lines
Reload double time,
Squeezing triggers while blind
Closed eyes and indifference
I rage with relentlessness
And recant sins with lyrical vividness
Oh, you forgot? What is this?!
Fucking R.I.P. Rappers to bits
Kick rhymes hard on a kung fu tip
No holds barred when I flip...


I'm equipped with wickedness
Evil as Satan's kid
Bull weevils and maggots is
Your future if you persist
To diss and discredit this
Statement:
"TRUTH IS THE BEST AT THIS"

What's next on my list in order to flex in this bitch
I'm the God MC your skill don't suffice for a tenth
Nigga you're dense, your lame with reputation or pence
Claiming you're aiming for the top spot
When your maiming the game with your crop
Harvesting the death of Real Hip Hop
Somebody tell them all to stop...

Now look,

Now listen to this,
Lyrics to Go like Phife or Tip
Queue me next in line while I'm killing shit
Tell Pac and Big how hot it is
When you pray to God tell Eazy I'm flipping wigs,
Still drinking OE forty ounces
And saying fuck the pigs...

With the Universe... Now assume the worst when facing a flow that is universal
Sometimes hardcore yet still top bill like if it was commercial
Hard work, dedication & principals lead to vertical virtues in integrals
I fell asleep, that interval is a transition to iscariot saying fuck the pigs
If black life really matters then whats up with Big's murder
Cuz they been pulling this shit since they called us "Jig's", it is what it is
I been called Nigger repeatedly as a kid, exceedingly I would dig in they ass then forgive
Now we all grown up, and I still remember it like it was yesterday
So if you young & dumb? You're memory will linger within the ones you crossed them lines wit
Sometimes I fantasize and analyze the situation, why would the guy be hatin
Is racism a form of Satan, Does Satan care about black people
If I joined his flock would he treat us like crap or equals?
I'm talking this crap to get a rise out of you guys, now die
I'll chase you out like I'm Biff to your McFly, no homo...

Worst Flow Ever!!!

off the top of the dome yo
domo arigato mr. roboto, age of the robo, thanks for the full blown hole in the ozone
the heat is global
can't stand the heat? then don't pursue Frodo
Lord knows I leave the Ring smouldered
whether its a title match fight or, on my hands like
right between the pinky and middle and finger
or whether its the video of that old hoe hair down to her torso
i watch it in slowmo, and put the bitch in a choke hold
do her like pogo, up and down, lo and behold though
she births a child named Erma in Burma
permanent murderer child burden, murmuring vile words, vile as fuck
ahh fuck, uh...shia lebeouf in the infirma-ry
Erma please put the knife down no sense in hurtin me
is this revenge for doing your mother vertically?
better than whore-izantally
you were an accident to be honest and honestly
it doesn't bother me fathering a paranormal kid
but shit, just wait till the flare of hormones kicks
in. my mission is to kick shins and punch faces so hard I leave you with a dickchin
face indented, and i state this sentence
this is a fiction addiction, get a fixin' if you spit and you listen
You sent a man kill me? can't wait for the hitmen collision
I'll be in it and have two bitches as victims cuz i'm sick son
red rum sip, yum, you a snake without the slit tongue
this shit's done