Freestyle Cypher

spit truth no question. cocked deuce rip through ur section.
i drop jewels. yall niggas drop balls, sit on the bench son
then have your bitch droppin her draws - slip in her wet sponge
hair yanked, ass clap, while you .. filming the session
i'm filthy. head of the pack, fag, play your position
the kid is gifted, i gotta translate lyrics
my rhymes so fly .. i spit that shit in damn plane english
yea you came a long way your life is sad and bitter
so on that road to success watch me cry you a river
i should show you my check, watch me style u nigga
even that bitch Beyonce couldn't rival my figures
stay wild with the triggers, pawtna my style delivers
like doc kavorkian, better forfeit or i rile your liver
stay scheming. my rhymes plot, lines devour your litter
ion fuck with lyin cheaters, i'm rotweilin. you bitter
sour grapes muhfucker, well reknown as a quitter
golden shower on your daughter then plow the bitch after
im a dark lord, witches feed me tits, asses
no bitchassness, yall "bitch" as fuck! have ur bitch ass fucked
with diseased mushroom head orderin "Bitch, ass up!!"
yall trash. what? talk that shit and get your dad touch
fuck your fat slut
pork the bitch; im goin ham on her fat cunt
intervene and get slapped up.
its monster mash, cuz.
im playing monster role, and you just flat stuff.

lol was I supposed to take that literally
you from the sticks so you some kind of hill billy
I bet you got no clue when u reply to this thread
you be so twisted ill fill you with knots like some dreads
nothing to suspect but you still gotta give respect
cuz you like a needle way someone about to inject
you like an insect you be bugging out online
and just like jesus gave the gift of sight to the blind
and you be playing with dolls like Barbie and ken
I be contacting folks like they were wearing lenses
its funny cuz ill surround my kingdom with barbwire
im something to admire since u getting burned by the fire
im an empire that doesn't have no ruler
so you cant measure up its like the size of the dam in hoover
and I know this girl who works at hooters
and talks smack and writes for a newspaper using her computer
I got so much depth that Im underground like new Orleans
used to read word up magazine and eat canned food like sardines
this is it the pivotal moment between vet and newb
that's how you got ya chipped tooth and ya bubbled up mouth
allover the papers like the front cover of the New York Times
cuz my back is itchy and like a chicken I gotta crossover the other side

cross over to the other side...

So I replied "I'll meet you at the crossroads" a place where I toss foes carcasses
Narcissist, artist, miss me with the barter, your life is the only offer
You don't wanna fight with this author.. slash teacher, slash I'll beat and skeet on ya main sweets if she in reach
What's beef, beef is when the pen goes off the deep end, now everybody leakin for different reasons
Some from slugs, others semen
Double agent, Angel or Demon, Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, as I get older it gets twice as hard
I'm more realer than you, don't live my life in a blog
I spend nights in the fog, getting them thangs off
You can't be soft if you know how much them thangs cost
Shame so many lost for trying to claim boss
Fool me once, never two times taking the same loss
That's why my chain frost, if I wore chains
And my rings bling if I wore rings
Or drove whips that were sporting, I cannot afford them, screw it
I'm in the streets consorting with consorts with a convoy ready to be a conduit

steady with the flow of information through the station when im onto it
a colossi stompin in the ocean to create waves n make ya pontoon flip
yeah yeah, you got your dick in a pile of fecies, but really you aint doing shit.
waving my dick around town you'd be wise to duck when the fluid flicks,
actually no, taste it, you might get some of my greatness,
rub on my genious, what I mean is im the meanest.

Whatever comes off top then forgive me but im writing it
its been a long time like having sex with my wifey is
i used to strike like lightening, then it became thunderous
now her ass become frightening, kinda humongous

so you better fall back my words are satan overlook n il invoke heavy damage
i could spit that raw rap like regurgatationg an undercooked mcdonalds pulled pork sandwhich

More damage to the core causing war anguish...
On this board, dang, it's like rap is my 2nd, 3rd, n' fourth language.
I demonstrate such a uncanny insight into playing wit' words
They equate it to Earth, before the first time the Saiyans emerged...
Let me reign on the Purge, for a sec...
I'm more d'rect than a board of Director connect.
I walk on water, cause if I walked on anything more? Floors get wrecked.
I don't need your respect. Got fine on my own.
I am beyond a pilot engineering the flight of a drone.
I am violent condoned. That was 5 I's
at the start of my line. So you can witness the vision that the artist designed...
From natural currents within the zodiac, like it's part of his sign
Partisan tides, a shore shot for when his heart's arrived
Currents, tides, shore? Sweet Mary, it's like I'm riding the wave
Rocking the boat, Titanic engraved once this rhyme's engaged
Purely Poseidon of rage. A tyrant once I'm defying a page...
Get tossed faster than a fan at an Akon concert once you climb on this stage...
I am tired, my pace is showing steady signs of sleepy mode.
Beeper goes off of the charts, like chilling with C-3PO.
But shit, you don't need to know.
Once you read it tho.
They know I'm bleeding cold. Veins translate to more than 3 below Detroit's freezing snow!

Im not a Don yet but I feel like I am though,
the man making plans to assault. A commando.
junior boss rising through the ranks,
I got 8 men on 3 crews working for my bank,
I just thank God give me what I need to succeed,
got a pair of brass balls call the shot to the "T".
I don't get a big head I just love what I do,
cus If rich motherfuckers do it- I will do it too.
ya I love working hard, sweat blood for the cause,
Full time committed- that policy is Law.

I haven't had time to read through all of these cypher posts
but im something to watch out for as if I was a light house
so like a homeroom at school students come in between classes
im like a new law that congress is thinking about passing
nothing like my rhymes I know im hot on the mic
you aint bringing nothing too the table tho so nothing to provide
its a bit comical er wateva to suggest that you got deep thoughts
im trying to find a way to see through this but you got lost in the flow
im dope I know this its easy to see I ignite your anxiety
and since you quiet as a mouse I thought I was in a library
fall at foot to any society and come up with shit off the top
but you be like some cleaning ladies since u all up on it like a mop
and I aint putting you on display but just sending u to the slaughter
since you been digging up my roots like a ruthless otter
and its funny the way things grow in the spring and die in the winter
you be missing in action because last week you claimed u were injured

claimed you was injured...

Excuse me, now its my turn and as the center
Ill Finesse has entered, you thought you was hot, you not
Throwing splinter grenades to serenade like Sgt. Locke
Trying to acquire the rock-et launcher by the docks
I stand at a distance and watch, plot, I got the carbine and a light cannon
I'm Rich and I throw bombs just like Gannon
Should Link up with the raiders, put you on the flag
Just your skull and two femurs, laughing like Lemurs and Hyenas
When people die this way rarely do the killers provide clean up
Police caution tape the scene up, investigaters on the scene said "Jesus, he's nuts"
Even though I be such, I still fell that a be much
And gives me reason to continue, they don't know what I been through
In need of dutch... Some say I need to relax
I feed them the facts then attack, didnt need to relapse
Perhaps if they would have kept there distance, instead of being persistent
They would be able to say they still existing
Avoided that charge, still remaining at large
Niggaz didn't know ILL Finesse's flow was that hard
Like baking soda and that raw, call me "Mean Recipe"
On these desert streets I rep the DMV, west side of the chesapeake

breath dry, why they testin me? skeptics sees
mind control. rhymes cold - thoughts roam telekinetically
no bells and whistles. hell's sentinel. rest in peace?
rigormortis - rig the morgue - arms and heads, the rest in pieces
arm, leg, leg, arm .. fuck allah, nigga i'm Jesus
can't fuck with my thesis. get snuff while u sneezing
dead ducks, its huntin season. revolver tuck under my sleeve
arms war, i'll never dead it. spark the lead strip dogs of they breadsticks
i'll spread six - turn these wide eyes warriors to narcoleptics
sharp with a death twist. jaws mix with Rex, bitch
pee on your neck while you squirming in death twitch
i bed ghosts, fuck ghouls, impregnate forest nymph
my stick is mystic, nigga i double fist my whorish twin
adored by the devil - I bathe daily in the river styx
menage with murderous mermaids swap spits with sickly witch
my virus is viral, i raped the the girl from The Ring
make meduse shed her tale. force mythic sirens to sing
my praise
violent with pens. seismic waves rumble i'm Poseidon's swing
trident sinks titanic with icebergs while Rose and Jack Dawson screams
"I'm on top of the world!"

"I'm on top of the world!"

I'm on top of the world, I am never looking down-
I look around, firm grasp on my crown i'll hold my ground-
There's no deception, I am the king there's no misconceptions-
no interceptions, it was handed to me fuck your perception-
This is the intersection between "leave" or learn a "life lesson"-
drive passed or collide with "second guessing" and life long "depression"-
you could've lessened the impact, should've followed your intuition-
my precision with the addition of attrition,

"brought my plan into fruition"

for real I totally feel like this site has been credible
but ya writing is illegible and I know u trying to be hysterical
but even the hardest of rappers crash and burn
its absurd that you aint welcome and this aint no church
ill see through your verse like you were stainless glass
i wont pass the blunt because it wont make it back
im politicking making me defer like i was baby sitting
kids don't get it if it aint broken no reason to fix it
my lines are impaired they barely singe ya affairs
ill be knocking you out this round like musical chairs
i know my lines are despondent you can call me a rodent
outspoken and i procrastinate but im still very productive
time is changing people be rewording their greatest complaints
and just like a saint you like a cannon cuz u never shoot straight
i got jump shots and ill target im constantly exacerbating
im like an artist whose painting need a bit of rennovation
but you aint know how to tune his instruments
so more reason not to write more reason left up to empty moments

my threshold for pain, is neurological secrecy/
whatever i strike, looks like a rocket hit it recently/
my lifes work is the opposite of decency/
rhymes so big, u cant calculate approximate obesity
without seeing the beast in me/
i'm like Santa Clause running out of toilet paper,
shitting on wrappers/
then telling them the middle finger
is what they're sitting on after/

you gifted? pfff..laughter. yall drippin in plaster
news clipping. booze. drift in snooze. flicking them ashes
slip in the rafter. aim, shoot! Christmas disaster.
limping in after. pretending to be a victim; sue the business for cash. its..
legal proceeding. views from witness so sad, shit
i'm sitting there. performance mastered, keeping in laughter
keying this rap is a mean of relapsing. demons are scratching
soul reaper. Shoel's keeper, cold pee in they ashes
deep in the past, i'm seeking the passion
mean-ness is needed as i'm relieving in tandem
the cream. sweetest yam, son.
yolking these egg white niggas then stick'em for ransom
i'm random. so violent i freeze isis with ices
knees meet with knife. meet defeat quick and silent
bleed, niggas. die quick! peace. close your eyelids
seasons greeting with a nightstick. "holy dick in your mom, batman!"
tits in my palms then throw her bra inside the trashcan.

Ima try to get it lit, so fr fr don't throw a fit.
Y'all a faggot, lowlife nigga like you's a maggot.
You ain't got respect? You got a teradactle neck. You look like a nerdy nigga from star trek. Gimme a sec, rapping everyday like I'm abouta wreck. Ya here me? Ya check? My rhymes hit harder than bruce lee. Like bein' hit wit a high knee. You ain't a G. You ain't like me. You look like some fruity nigga ontop of a meme