Freestyle Cypher

im decisive making choices when I leave my boy some feedback
any hate from the public im destroying and there no need for all that
I crack my whip im driving in my two audi quattros 1.8 turbo
I surround the earth yo call me mother nature way I spit absurd flow
I know people on the road and they crazy aggressive when it comes to rides
its like an abandoned house it looks dilapidated when theres no one inside
im retuning my instruments its funny that a piano can stay in tune for ages
I don't see the features anymore the film charade isn't filled with animated faces
I cant keep up I gotta stay intact even when im at the bottom of the barrel
and I aint a footballer but yo I still get noels like I was a Christmas carol
aint nothing like the belly.... its sticky and moist just like my jelly
ill be watching the teli and I can tell my opponents are all extremely filled with envy
and this the ending im just going to leave all yall in suspense
and my nuggets so dense its difficult to find the wisdom inside my tense
could have left it at that but I wanted the pieces to all fall into place
as if this was tetris the way im erasing line by line and finished post haste

Line by line and finished post haste...

Now Im back from back to back ready for that 3peat
First off I declare he sweet.. ill been holding shit down since beat street
Faster than a "Meep Meep" I roll up with a street sweeper to decleet a nigga
Quicker than a blink of an eye.. Two shakes of a lambs tail
In less than a New York Minute I could send you straight to damn hell
Afterwards enjoy an Amstel over a plan well... done
If not, be on the run
Been there before and had a lot of fun, been locked up with no fundz
Nowhere to run feeling like life cheatin ya
In front of the judge via TV screens in a wife beater
Yeah they lower ya bail, but do you have anyone to go to ya jail?
And why the fuck these phones not working, this is known for certain
I should be home, always gotta dodge the pigs with chrome who be lurking
Calling you a perp then wanna search you illegally
They don't follow the protocols they follow in Law & Order on TNT
After taking the Oath they start lying immediately...

They start lying immediately...

Repeatedly exceedingly increasingly to decrease the breed
All over a little queef of weed, police proceed without cause or need
Hide behind laws of a racist creed, to deface and erase
Truth is misplaced so it's hard to retrieve
They wanna make me bleed so I could have bars over C's
You could come from Mars I'd still be the star of the league
They say the apple don't fall far from the tree
I never knew my father, I wonder how far I could be
And is he even apart of me? Mom dukes claim she starting to see
I see myself in her and it startled me, partially
I'm impartial arguably Varsities artery, pardon me, Varsity Artestry with a bars degree
Solo through any yard, ain't nobody as hard as me...

Damn .. can you leave some bars for me?
Fuck... I just wanna rhyme wit' the scheme...
Yeah, I am machine. Made up the design in-between.
These little vaginas are trying to scheme, but they know it's legitimate nature...
A stem cell, when I was first given a paper.
I wrote raps in the wound - the Butterfly Effect
before I cracked the cocoon, with lyrics that could eclipse half of the moon...
I'm Doom's master, rocking the Infinity stones...
Visceral, the splitting image of danger, the manifestation of catastrophe.
What more could you ask of me?
The pathogen latched beneath the Outbreak - there's no fast relief.
That's unique. Past my peak, faster than the Apache Chief!
"Super-friends"! Motherfucker.
Nobody's welcome here.
The Hateful 8. No Samuel Jackson here, when I break the gate.
John Gage, shooting, long range.
Half court. Lebron James.
My catalog's beyond strange.
But in a moment, watch it all change.
Like I had nothing but pennies.
Writing raps, eating waffles and bran muffins at Denny's
Hustling many, it's equal, I'm deep though
Peep the talent, it's deceitful
Keep the peace, so you people don't raise the heat, yo.
I am regal. an official ambassador of the rapping, bruh.
Canada. Jingling keys, just like a Janitor.
Camera. Smile for that bitch it soon as it pans to ya.
If you ain't "blowing" up, then tell me... what are the "fans" to ya?
Double entendre. Flipping your mind in the air.
I'm a fuck up the Cosmo's, like what killed Seinfeld's career.
Just joking, cause it killed Kramer's. I'm still major.
ill pacer. Going past you like a skilled racer.

Trust me, I will chase ya.
There's no running on foot n' escaping.
I'm at Camp Crystal Lake, with a shank, looking for Jason.
I got a murderous rage for hurting a page...
My physical urge is restrained, eclipsing the light n' pulling cervical chains...
My dictionary is proverbial range...
I spit in a colloquial , each word is estranged
My body of text is where the neurological nerves will remain...
I'm the gate keeper. Depth-defying...
in a bio-suit - there ain't deeper.
While there fate's Meek', like a Drake feature.
An escaped creature, hurting the tracks.
My anonymity overshadows the personal facts...
I draw the curtains, relax.
The show's getting started now.
Act sketchy, n' you'll see what this art's about...
Get black booked, that's a market house...
My ominous light is enough to put dark in doubt...
Not even Mick Fanning will know what to do when the shark comes out...
I'm a robust piece of work when I reach a church.
The preacher smirks. Choirs cry from my presence,
and speakers burst.
I tried the repentance. They didn't like what they saw
when they were eying a sentence.
So I picked up the iron, n' started applying my vengeance...
My mind is like the finest expression for speaking to crowds...
a sequence of styles, secret, but speaking so foul it's
remarkable when the beast starts to a growl...
The patriarch, making teachers my child...
A leviathan, that hasn't worn the leash in awhile.
Unique, with such an appreciative style... I'm buck wild.
Boom Bye Yeah' with the stuff that would make Ruck proud...
so duck down. You said what was up, n' I had enough now.
What you can do in a verse? I could probably do it with one vowel.
Young child, you can't talk to me yet.
Senile approaches in music - how they often forget.
I walk in the set. Like it's an acting stage, with the thoughts to direct...
Causal effect with the many applause I get off of the net.
Yeah I'm a bully. I say it with pride because it's the way that I ride.
Messing with me isn't a day you'll survive.
training aside, my enrichment of knowledge could make it rain in Dubai...
Make it rain, raise major tidal waves to the sky...
This is a perfectionist. Messages broken down into sentences...
Blood splatters the paper, the rivers run where the pencil is...

Rivers run where the pencil is...

Everyone paying attention like the mentalist
Words observed pass the curb where my dental its, preserved
Rewind so I can refine by rewording what was on thee mind
Sometimes I be hurting and can still be fine
This is certain... Not a virgin, put work in, deserve a turban
So urban just by the way I swerve when, boys in blue determined
And try harder than what they worth in a sense, in suspense from the nonsense that commences
When they see any niggers on the other side of the fence..
What I am lamenting is that the shooter is down with Riley Cooper, Or Riley from Boondocks
Dark side of the moon rocks can put you in a stupor
Cab Calloway in an Uber singing Hidee-Ho type maneuvers or cooler
Brother of Freeza, off the lean like the Tower of Pisa
In the club having a foam shower in Ibiza
Spitting that G stuff, Hoes down G's up
Had to tell one to ease up because I was bunned up with a D cup
Then told her "But we'll see whats up" its crazy but maybe she will suck on deez nuts
While we fuck, Jesus, whatever pleases us? Then she must, or she dust
All we need is trust...

...Gotta know your depressor... living in a world
where there's only more of the lesser... a man with the same morals as Dexter...
No amount of sane pills in the world can help a man
that was a born a molester... or one who suffered the dictatorship of his moral oppressor!
It's the Pokemon strategy, all the tougher evolve...
Saying hip hop was dead, still breathing life in the structure involved...
They couldn't fathom the style I had for it...
They feel like the Mad Hatter, asking the White Rabbit where Alice's now...
"Not here"... gotta really look how I carry themes...
Milking the game for what's worth, with no Dairy queen...
Milking the entire stand... to put em' out of the district...
with a style so sufficient, it'd be wild if it wasn't calcium efficient...
Clown, pop sound's been surrounding the business...
Now they're cutting for more... bubble gum rap... the foundation is stuck to the floor...
Can't stand it... it's time for a sit down...
Cover your faces, it's exactly what it is, clown...
but my barrel's are loaded, n' they ain't ready for this round...
I shot a man down like Rihanna envisioning Chris Brown...
If you're ready to bump heads, I hope yours is holding more than a brain...
Put this forum board in disdain...
Cause it's an all out war on the game... n' y'all been poorly trained...
Where's your authority claim?
Yeah, it's all made up... like DZK's sorority name...

Sorority name, I got cheese on the Humphrey
I tried to leave the breezys for the onesie
She tripping about the past, but I'm back to the future
About to cop that candy caddy
.... but sadly, will that include her?
Yeah you dudes getting thirsty on the cheeks mayne
That's dope...
....imma take the roof off on the coupe on the freeway
I don't make dollars or cents, I'm Pablo on daggers
I want mami who don't habla my swagger
Doesn't even speak the language, gotti famous
She don't know what the fuck I'm sayin....
.....but she vibing off the body language....
Groceries without the weeknd, I'm a grimey bastid
I don't get smoke on my clothes
I throw the blunt before it's time to ash it...

Never known to run, see my competition
Thrown off of the totem, come
to realization that I am the only son...
Like they're viewing in daylight with clear precipitation...
With their crooked ways, thinking it's adjacent...
Been amazing at telling a story without intelligence, just compelling...
The Voorhees... of killing you specimens shortly...
So why bother? There's nobody as high as the sky father...
Looking down on you ants, like "That's my daughter!"
The earth... don't get your lines slaughtered... better make a sacrifice...
or find martyrs, I'm cutting edge, like fine barbers...
Around the clock, they're not ready for what time harbors...
Due diligence... Sharknado, coming outside waters...
To plan attack on you humans... in the peripheral
of your mind is where the master is looming... capturing
death, like the Media camera after a shooting!
See my life through the lens, but this cat isn't Truman...
It's reality, living outside the act of illusion!

okay so im bitter because ive taken a few l's
but ill be like ding dong ditch cuz I scattered after I rang the bell
and im swift with jump kicks and ill at the decks
you be twisting the bottle only because you drunk from some becks
and I keep the caps as if I was building a collection
and you getting scarred by my lyrics call them an infection
but I hardly break out nothing like the measles or chicken pox
I be hard as frank white call me a baseball player for the white sox
nothing gets passed me im too ill when I rhyme in cyphers
im ill as a service provider ill be in the woods hidden like a sniper
I guess the wisdom is tough to decipher inside of my lines
ill be drinking red or white wine either way everyone enjoys my rhymes
open your eyes tell us that you want to agree with my post
im right under your nose you going to flower the way I gave u rose

Got a verse for everybody who wanna know/
You flakes carry on like wind carrying snow/
Line sick enough, fuck a pill/
Old school? Stuck in the past, stay still/
So I can bury you, easy as one two/
I'm evolved beyond one of select few/
Pondering what's life, what do I choose/
Kill one in a million, am I confused/
Where's Waldo I hate to single you out/
But you small as a whisper as I shout/
Got the most potent juice, flavor of the year/
Got you testing waters like your fear/


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I flip decks im ill when im spitting a free
you getting burned by my lyrics they all third degree
I hate to put down my intentions so don't try and break me down
im mach 4 im fast as the speed of sound
its easy to slip into a drowsy proportion
but Ive made my millions already don't need a wheel of fortune
im dope on the mic and love to play live music
you like structures that have been destroyed and left in ruins
im trying to portray the life I live but its difficult see
once again hes dropping a verse without any multis
im dropping lyrics and filling up notebooks with my essays
im like splinter to the ninja turtles you can call me sensei
and I aint no ninja but ill still carry around a black belt
im soaring high about the clouds you sinking like a bat outta hell
and im so ill that I don't need to see like Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder
you be like the questions with no answers just something to ponder
and I aint stupid but I still carry my weight on my shoulders
gonna fight for my country Eminem would have called me a toy soldier

Spitting out in the air like missile attacks...
And this is the facts... all I hear is fiction...
Reflecting societies flaws, this years tradition? is to finally show what the mirrors missing!
Magnum P.I... a straight shooter, out the gate...
like Nixon, they now debate... my power, sit for an hour, make...
Them anticipate what is coming... another episode...
of 24... but not even Jack Bauer gets to know...
what's next to blow... just the smoke cloud forming, and feet...
like an Old Western show... a Smith & Wesson hold...
Shit's depressing, in the confessions hold...
such a tight lip... you couldn't achieve the same result if you put the shit in a vice grip...
I'm lifeless... but time will tell...
You could feel the smell of death lingering while you're alive and well...
But most people can't feel the heats burning when they're inside of hell...
You can try exhale...
Expanding your knowledge past the horizon's where minds prevail...
like Madchild... scale
my feelings back... I'm so high, where the ceilings at?
Visualizing won't help you fend off a real attack...

Fiend off a real attack...

Well here's the deal, the real is back and will attack
ILL comes strapped with a strap-on attached for the track to back on
Swims laps on classic songs as the Mastodon, getting my splash on
Cash long so I pop tags often, can be spotted with bags, Walken like Christopher Reeves
Roll up on the scene jogging.. Administers get alerts when they see him log-in
Some of you logged out, I see you dodging, can feel you lurking, I know you watching
Your only option is to top him or find a ghost writer in the top ten
I'd then make a citizens arrest and only release you on personal recognizance
You other conglomerates are not cognisant enough to be a constant on the resevior
Most of the content is nonsense in a broad sense, <---- Metaphor
To all my competitors, I hunt down like the predator then measure what registers
Had the pleasure to utilize the repertoire to mutualize the truth inside
A generation of youth lost happened under the watch that you preside
Its do or die, that's suicide, that's the main difference between you and I
Find the truth in lies and only then is when you can rise

im dropping heat there aint nothing like my lyrics
if its not broken then theres no reason to get it fixed
im sick with lines I could transport yall to the stone age
and im like a tombstone the way im all up in the grave
my skills are omnipotent theres more to them then meets the eye
im like the extra point after a rugby team scores a try
get this im dope with shit I keep my enemies on their toes
you be showing your true colors since the bitch in you getting exposed
im ill with rap my flow is explosive when it comes to bars
and im smacking you with tools way I got myself a crowbar
you be needing repairs well its a good thing Ive got contracts
and since this duty free you wont be paying for any tax
im dope when im writing shit just comes to me in my head
you be like a jet something that I never thought I would correct
better off left dead while i keep spinning dope records
I be like a buried treasure and still hot when it comes down to the pressure
just blowing off some steam it was all a dream like mlk said
im like the butter and flower in your mix about to be spread