Freestyle Cypher

rap circles around kid like destiny fixed
try an escape, plots the enemy pitched
you had enough but I like it putrid
even though I'm rocking new kicks
punk these fools til they go crazy
don't get lazy, ya best shot don't faze me
allow me to break it down, ya clown
wonder why, you forgot to muster a sound
so you try and fund a militia
rebel against, give you a stone cold finisher
til you blackout, where the time go
rock the bells, they only chimes though
cause I try to stay villainy
all these voices inside fillin' me
are you feeling this?
if not, I can get to stealing his
bite a rhyme or a line and jack his soul
forgot the wine, lemme pack a bowl
and lets get lifted til sunset
and sunrise, life without regret
with a hand on a piece, no gun to play
the son don't say whatever the nun do say
mind playing tricks, the sun don't shine
all i know is Jesus do burn my kind

No longer trying or relying...
I look up to the sky, they look down and see a Lion
Now watch me fly...
When I reach Zion, After I defeat tyrants
Leaves fakes in my wake, great, bet you Drake hired him
Voluneteer Fireman making it rain in this environmental plane
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain in this cesspool
Just here to bless you, then move onto the next vessel...

an exodus of intelligence, as it is gathered
statistics are mastered, irrelevant matters
scattered, all so agencies can detect patterns
to know us, more than we know us, cancer-
ous, to what, we designed in our perceptions
despite our intentions, we in-fight and lessen
the unity, so you and me, will never be us
what once was praise to the heavens...is a hindsight, fuck...

is a hindsight, f...

What, right now I'm trying not to cuss
To gain your trust, make myself look like I'm not capable
The bloodlust is inescapable.. on wax I may have raped a few
Insatiable, Feed me more like I'm Ryback on a pap-per-view & toss you through a table
My stance so mean it caught the eye of Tom Cable
That was a fable.. I often have to correct a slight slouch
I'm a thug who might be could be bumpin Jill Scott's Lighthouse at any moment
So unorthadox that I cannot be cloned, would not condone it
May GOD have mercy on my opponents who die from my componenets which I rely on
To maintain the throne while you get your die on
I'm still alive is what some be saying until the bodies pile on, a mile long
Then I wipe myself down because I'm ON (wipe me down)

Cuz I'M ON...

Gettin my grind on.. Gettin my shine on
Gettin niggaz into the grips of my 24in pythons
Truthfully, just to give a noogie, you cool with me, bygones be bygones
Then I ascend like Trigon, A nigga with an attitude so this sorta like Ride Along
You funny niggaz know what side you on, surprise, I'm gone
Look up, See me on a hang glyder, I got the hook up cuz I slang fire
Red Flower, Green Bud, Mean mugs tryna seem tough, aint seen enough
Closer to God while its odd I'm not as close with Jesus
They erased the fact he was a Black man with most of his features
Makes me question the teachers, don't put all of your faith into a preacher
Because at the end of the day he ain't the Lord either
When I look at the Muslim faith, for the black man it appears more safe
Unless you talking about the landscape of America, where there is more hate
Can't tell the extremeist from the rational, these lies are spread nationally
So they can casually justify the calveries casualties
When they lessen the amount of people they increase their salaries...

Uh...
I'm a push over. Yeah, can't even say that wit' a straight face.
When it comes to this belt that's buckled, I make waste.
The winner's 'circle', my destiny's starting to take 'shape'...
Because my validity over rap's what these fakes ain't...
Body bags, so much bodies now, there's a mortuary...
A bunch of corpses near me, either way, the forces vary...
Greatly. Like Anakin's soul...
There's handles for when I am in control.
Hannibal for any cannibal though...
Slaughter the Jungle, n' eat an animal, whole.
Like I ran wit' the antelopes, so
You know I'm reaching my hand for the goal...
Managed to balance all the heat, while I'm standing on coal'...
with candles glowing around a vigil, like Anna Nicole
holding of picture of Daniel, close...
All flash, but not for what the camera's expose...
The Imhotep, body bandaging bones.
Reel talk, but it's not for the Cinema.
Thug Life mentality, primal instinct's to Hit Em' Up...
The glass's half full optimism,
but yet I can't get enough...
Die twice, then go through it all like I lived it "Once".
Ugh.
Ugly pictures of a beautiful soul.
This music is so rooted, I use it for the tulips to grow.
Who wanna go on ahead wit' the plan?
I said it, expand the rhetoric, and
show it in thorough detail, like a forensics exam...
First 48 style, there's tape up.
The mask you wear can't hide the genetic make up.
There's only so much beauty that comes off at the end of the day...
You'd be willing to pay for instead of your traits...
It's something you will never embrace.
But I get it, it takes a strong personality...
to sever those breaks.
In a lifetime, we make several mistakes...
But the right time tends to level the stakes...
Just a bit. You adjust and it takes you places
you won't believe. Poetry.
It's skin deep, skin's aging now n' your 43.
Time to wipe it off. Become the wife you were born to be.
You were scorned, n' weeped
many nights, when the frights had you torn from sleep
Just to wake up miserable by the time you hear morning's beep...
Ugh.
So many styles I manipulate.
I click n' switch to a different tape...
Reciprocating the message, looks like I'm lifting bait...
N' pulled Alaskan trout right out of Michigan's fishing lake...
Word... welcome to Hooverville.
Modern time's suffering the 1930's economical ruin, still...
No food until a push came for Franklin Roosevelt's newest bill...
Sanctioned from under the foundation that Woodrow built...
Word..
"I got neither the time, nor inclination, to explain myself
to a man who" whimsically believes he's on the same level plain as Celph.
Undefeated two season runs n' obtained the belt
So in such a quintessential expression, it explains itself!!!
"I would rather you just said "thank you, " and went on your way."...
Cause to be honest, I lie a beat down worse than the Bubonic Plague...!!

Yeah, they can't stand me.
That's why the take a seat.
I'm making beef, looking for place can I put your face beneath.
How about a burial ground?
You hearing me now!
You build them up? I'm tearing down.
Sheer arrogance, wild inheritance, standing there in the crowd.
"I bet HIS parents are proud"
They say sarcastically.
Which actually isn't any more than what you could ask of me.
No Limit, I go wit' it.
I guess that's Master P.
Make em' say UGH; Wacky Races, Dick Dastardly.
Kid's after me. I spit acid, leave
standing a big masterpiece.
On the stage. Let's be honest, wit' this demonic rage...
I'm Godly, Omnipotent.
Thoughts are focused in constant motion...
Casting rocks across an ocean of loss emotions
I'm painting the picture.
Straight from the Hipster, you could only reach this
weight if you take an Elixir.
Tex Watson wit' the text,
talking of Sharon Tate in the mixture.
My hate's an affliction of ego, listed for evil.
I lift the cathedral off of the floor.
Domestic abuse; the fuck you need an officer for?
He'll got shot as soon as he walks through the door...
Awkward, for sure.
I love being loud and provocative, more
than Ozzy and Porn, or if Gilbert Godfrey had torn Janis Joplin's core...
I guess that's the "Kozmic" allure.
Because the way that I'm dropping this, the forum's
populace soars faster than watching her concert on tour...
Ugh, The Smiley Face Killer's back.
Mercenary, Iron Guerrilla, the sign of Atila trying to kill a cat...
Quiet. I will attack.
The speed of a Cheetah, firing still...
Admire the skill of rap, The Messiah...
has the desire to fill the gap.
Any non compliance will feel the wrath.
Not the wrath of Kahn.
All you hear is a stampede of Mastodons, n' gangrene detaching arms.
I'm angry, so cats get harmed.
No PETA protection. You immediately see the aggression
released in this section.
So please be expecting the ass whopping you will receive in a second.
1...2...3 then I step in.
-side of the booth like I am the truth.
I rip lines, n' this bro-science is proof.
Firing, duke's rhyming is like Simon Gruber, buying a nuke.
Yeah, this is how he will play to you.
Frees will slay a crew, sentences like the Genesis, no Peter Gabriel..
Ugh, a bad man wit' the raps, fam.
Big dog, Clifford's here. Ridiculous hear Finch's lips whispering into Stifler's ear...
"I fucked your mom". Hulk Hands, bitch
I stuck em' on then rammed the vagina.
Took em' off n' completely crammed it inside her!!!
Yeah, AND the recliner!
Rap battles, welcome! This is Canada's diner.
Can it! Remind ya of Beethoven the way I handle "A Minor"!
No signs of slowing down,
speeding through the audio tape.
Saw you escape out the whip n' said "I'm sorry" like an honest mistake.
Before I shot through your face, n' broke ya jaw line.
Hear me? No wonder they call this theory ... it's ALL MINE (MIND)

Intricate mental venting in time
On a path of chosen sublime rhyme
Finds me cruising land and sky
No limits pass me by
But famine stalks my cerebrum
Giving flow and hum a softer drum
While scattered thoughts scrum
No vision or insight grace the slum
I’m numb from playing dumb

Take a look where I'm aiming from,
they don't got a chance.
Not in hell. Thoughts expel like vapours from a Maserati yell.
You can see that body's well... done.
Almost a sale.
Calling the model, entail I want a "Sleepy Hollow"
right before dawning the veil.
My motto's prevail, see the drunken mind
stupor around like a bottle of ale, the throttle reigns
supreme, for the scene, so it'll probably 'hail'
Yeah, I am rusty I'm aware of this.
So rusty I hired Harley Quinn as my therapist.
Don't look for my mind cause I don't know where it is...
Embarrassed, it's.. lurking around where
my parents lives, simply for the inheritance!
A 64', and a pair of squibs.
Guess what I'm gonna do?
Drop the science into the hot air, like a flying balloon.
The pilot is soon ready to rise, you can witness it on a higher platoon...
The way I'm firing through the attire, it's true, I don't need to hire a goon!
Defiant as Doom, in Latveria.
Who can rap scarier? It's a fact that all of these raps bury ya.
And quite frankly? 6 feet isn't enough...
I figure it's what you'd want me to do, but nobody's digging you up!
Nigga, you suck!
Now take that on the road!
I'm not your Average Joe, always into battling mode.
The shuttle's waiting at the station, with a travelling load.
With a low javelin blow, the rattling's enough to separate your abdomen, WHOLE.
And trust me when I say that I'm adamant, though.
Adamantium claws, I flash forward, even while the camera's are off.
Get bandaged in gauze, before the audience can stand for applause
All you see is dangling jaws from what you were mangled across...
And we're not stopping yet. Cause we don't stop.
Whole block gets fired up, minus the stove top.
Don't throw rocks in a glass house, until you pay the loan off.
Tell the kids to go to bed, cause this is GROWN FOLK TALK.
So sit down, junior. I'm a now school ya.
Style cooler, than how Ed Rooney found Bueller.
"Bueller.... Bueller... Bueller..."
Yeah, no repetition. You getting this in...
droves. Call this is the exorcism
how I'm penning these flows. The pendulum goes in the direction of Emily Rose.
Big rooster on the block, now the hen's exposed.
More monsters on this watch than what Tennyson shows..
All you "meddling" hoes in the wrong area
Bars fully charged like I got a strong carrier.
HARDY HAR. He has got such a hard barrier.
And he's a tough shell to crack, tell em' that if you want your melon snapped.

Crystallized lines, diamond in the cut
Fear though I'm finding through the love
Pain all over, feeling like a snake
So I fake and I find the right pace
See, I'm not g or hard, hardly
Caught off guard by a bluff by a shorty
Catch the fragrance from dead body
Writing hoping to blow, the bread had me
No I just lobby for smirk and reaction
Drawing power from the stain like a napkin
Called a loser, this and that
It just helped make this lil flow
And from all the slurs yeah, I still know
The source of all evil is the greed
But I found I don't need it son, I'm freed
What makes a star, the opinion of a group
Or the paper from the fiction they drew
Call me angered, the fact I'm labeled
The opinion I'm crazy, I'm so disable
Schizo with depression thrown in
Wish I knew it, wish I was all knowing
Try an make me understand
The loud noises that act as a thunder trance

Looking down at these nuances - I'm the only one advanced...
Winters out this season, already looking at summer plans.
So come and dance, the solstices, tumultuousness
The colder it is, I roam around where the polars exist...
I got an uncontrollable itch I can't scratch, and damn that's been bugging me..
Always about he thuggery... feel like it's almost humbling
That I can run again... circle the block
don't know where the trouble's been..
World View - the axis of earth's been sitting under him.
So there's nobody that can talk to me about the heat here.
I've known about it over 23 years...
So we clear. Tell the generation coming after us, wondering,
that it is thee' era.
This is mean terror. Yeah, n' we bear uh...
Striking resemblance to the life and its evidence...
To the height of its residence
To the plight of its precedence...
Till I... bleed on the page n you know what I write in these sentences
Are a splitting image of my hype intervention
Without the slightest projection I can still paint you a picture...
Call it the body work.
This art wasn't a part of my life, it was my hobby first.
Repentance for my wicked ways, I sought it out, but not in church.
I flipped the script, n' it took a lot of nerves...
Then thought emerged from out of my cerebellum, I hit the bottom swerved
Mixed feelings a lot of words discussed, n' then a plot emerged.
I sat back, obstacles, on snapchat... pictures that fade away.
Shots from the beam erase what you've seen - Agent K.
All you hear is the drums and the melodies on the 808
Beating from underground till I channel it like a great escape.
This is temple run. Instrumentals causing a mental hum..
They look at me like a crooked league, say that I'm not representing them.
Hard breathing, stomach is churning, it's another emerging.
Almost messiah like. Defiant, gotta just try n' write.
Iron Mike. Old days, my flow crazes designer tight.
They call me "Taut". Tight, sicure, and far from daunting, the bars come haunting.

I'm on page ninety-two of this freestyle cypher//
Freestyle writer, no pen just a brain cell lighter//
I spark my thoughts that burn through the paper//
Weed that burns in the paper got me stuck like wallpaper//
Ready to blow like gas vapors, you getting lapped like slow pacers//
I got more stripes than a Bengal so theirs no fucking with me//
Something doesn't come from nothing so you ain't fuckin for free//
I've been on RB since '03 you've herd of P?//
Probably not cause I was out stacking 100 wads//
Live like a million Watts, but they took me down to the newbie spot//
Oh well fuck it......i better just stop.

ima arson taunting the mic for fire/
call me michael myers- i'ma cypher writer/
i also ghost write for hire yeah im the right supplier/
got the game on lock and then i tighten pliers/
i'm like holyfield fightin iron mic when i'm fightin biters/
no lie- i close both eyes then nose dive off a buildin'/
now watch me land on a brinks truck as its yieldin'/
from the pressure- measure me in time/
i must be a zero-
cuz if she the 1 then it better be a dime/
all the massess can call a casket and you jump in/
either that or haul all the ashes to a bump bin/
i have the crowd fist pumpin- nigga u heard before/
you as pathetic as being about thirty-four on jersey shore/
ya chick wears a quick mini skirt detour/
i bet she would come clean if she weren't a dirty whore/
you hate me now?- i was even worse before/
every 1 or 2 months i run a few stunts/
gut me up 1 or 2 blunts and puff a few chumps/
that means i smoke em- duhhh what the fuck you dudes want/ from me
they couldnt get a cap and gown cuz they was dummies/
i slap a clown and spit raps around em like a mummy/
i want thee whole pie-you can get the crumbs free/
i been off my game for a while- excuse the rust/
yall aint been fuckin wit me so excuse the lust/
i only feud with the new shit- a few crews and plus/
too much internet post- too much news and fuss/
too many guys are shit- too many dudes to flush/
i break a jaw and turn a dudes food to mush/

i'm better with rocks and my toolies talks.
when these two piece spark - all the goons sneaks off
i'm the one u send after the boogie man, nigga, a new breed of
mic messiah, when i lite, its fire - im proof there's God
violent and vicious, ayo i spit and spew deep thoughts
i'm too ticked off!
u want strength in number? get your crew, watch them too drip off
bloody ooze and my uzi hit that dude Pete while he sucks Smith off
fuck a gun play, i don't play, son ur too weak sauce
i purchase tube knee socks. feels good cause its smooth and soft
fuck a clothes line, i'm all about clothesline, my legion doom and hawks
burn the flesh while you pray the moon and god
My assassin creed, is smack the week, yall niggas Ubisoft

Dudes be off the rocker now, dropping down in the cypher
Giving it a walk around...
Looking for an outlet, it's time to sock the crown...
Yeah, plug in the wall, I'm bugging n' all.
I've been gone from it so long, I've been suffering withdrawals,
Scuffed, in uncomfortable drawers.
Jumped in the deepest of lakes, on acid, n' stuck it to Jaws...
And the admiration of the act was much louder than the fucking applause...
So believe me, I drop in threads
popping meds, with a bat bigger than Negan's from Walking Dead...
Once you've seen it, it clocks your head!
Jeffery Dean' with a talk, I've read the posts from before... I'm open for more
High to the ceiling, mind's been scoping the floor...
Focus, is like Arkham giving the keys to Joker before he opens the door...
Jack Napier wit' the tracks THAT I LAY.
Cats have to say that every rap's like a matinee.
I flatten prey like squeezing the last DAB of toothpaste out...
Yeah, look at your brush!
If you actually took care of it, it wouldn't be crooked as much!
"BUT MUM', IT'S JUST A BAR, AND I HAVEN'T HAD SUGAR ENOUGH"
shooking you up, like Elvis Presley, n' hell's next, see...
Satan expelling netcees to a dark void.
Sentry attacking. It'll take a century to ever mention the captain's mental synapses...
So high when this pencil is active...
I take the instrumental n' smack it with such a central clash
it'll need the presidential backing to track it...
Yes, you're reading my mind before leaving, see me refined
Killing a verse, filling it with so many syllables, first
The clinical works of a madman, destroying a pillar...
Boy's the Attila, voided of filler, noises are realer than
the joy that's instilled in him, when off rage ready to kill your kin.
Skill within the hype, distilled, begin to cause a panic, my jaws mechanic
Like the Venture bros.
Look where the pencil goes, the potential shows I go high.
Ya know why? Cause I've been killing cyphers since 05.
3.14. But no pie. Radius and diameter.
The craziness in the banter. From 86 wit' the grammar.
You may be missed, but on camera? It's a different story.
As sick as Vorhees. Take this chick and throw her off of like 50 stories.
50 stories? That's the end of her chapter.
The one, that will swing down the pendulum after
penning the rapture, menacing, fracture your head and then
hemorrhaging, ask for Excedrin, mask the Perennial cast up.
Better to ask what, will come next.
Your girlfriend.. she's so anal, like bum sex.
Get it, cum next?
Went 0 to 60, off of one text.
And went for my last heist, like After The Sunset.
No Max Burdett.
Step into these shallow waters, your ass gets wet.
And it happened so fast, you can't even expect your casket yet.
Mortuary. You die and everyone witnesses it.
You took a ridiculous trip into suicidal mission, n' lived.
Well, imagine that. Go ahead n' celebrate.
Me n' your barbie playing tardy but trust me, my head shots are never late.