Freestyle Cypher

Being the best yeah that's my conviction//
Thats my confliction, living life not going to prison//
Thats why i keep my bars locked down can't fall because I've risen//
And I'd put the fear of Jesus Christ in
You, wig will become fissioned//
But back to this cypher banter, I shine bright as a lantern//
Taking life by the horns and antlers, take ya shit like supplanters//
I supersede the haters with dick tasters//
Making ya girl a dick chaser, but I don't let em run me//
Taking steps in this game has only shown easy money//

to appease this hungry beast, i unleash it on easy dummies
the meek shall inherit the earth, which means if u humble then its peace.
its funny,
the world was made for the proud who sleeps with bunnies
mansions and ranches, fur trappers, they need be cunning
indeed there's something to be said, when the weak is hungry
and the strong stays gluttoned on govenment cheese. its sunny
in philadelphia. or is it?
liberty bell crack so civilians can sell crack? Hell, that's..
the least of the issue when police misuse responsibility as they "see! shoot!"
I mean... as they see fits. When the shoes's snug, they walk the "beat" too.
night sticks beat the lies out of people
fear is a strong form of persuasion. Oh you need proof?
Here's a piece of news made to deceive the views of the weak and prude
say ur walking down the street at two. slowly a creeper shoots out of a dark alley; dirty sneaker shoes
gun to your head, "if you speak, i'll shoot!" he unleashes a cruel speech. And you?
Probably pee'd or pooped. When pain is present, its easy to tweak the truth
man can you believe this, dude? 2016...and these are the candidates we're given to?
on one hand, an idiot who'll likely lead us to beef; its true!
the other hand a sneaky bitch, hiding a thing or two
like, damn Sanders, why give in so soon?
in a battle between a loud mouth and sneaky shrew...
what choice do we have but to switch our views
its like we're being forced to "forgive" and choose?
let it sit and stew. I smell burnt cynicism from district two

This is true.
I be dropping hobby's like it was new.
Turn the axis of Earth wit' words till it sits, askew.
I mean, look at all these rappers that I get to chew.
Pick a dude up by his neck till his flesh turns a different hue.
Yeah, nobody's evil ... but if Evil has to exist? It's actually this.
They've drafted the Master n' pulled em' from the the cracking abyss...
Tell Vader that it's back to the Sith...
Yeah Adam Driver's been Kylo Ren.
Flying in the millennium falcon over a dying Finn...
I was built wit' an iron chin.
Proton Cannons ... fire away.
The desire to play the Messiah, my tracks are for the acquiring taste.
I require a place to build a cemetery.
With all the bodies I buried, it's absolutely necessary.
Yeah, you've been resting, clearly.
Richest text, so yes, the investments vary.
I press in to space, erasing the exits near me.
I don't look for a backup plan, my first one never fails.
Harvey Dent; head or tails.
Heavy - get you some BETTER SCALES.
R.I.P to the old me. Since 03'
I've been rocking this whole scene.
Stacking up weights, it's straight, n' it don't lean.
Cleaning up shop, they telling me "Go Green!"
Joe Greene, Defensive tackle, I play wit' a PRO TEAM.
NO DREAM, I'm awake.
Kinda defying fate. 3.14, I am already dividing cake.
Eyes are straight on the prize, for the riding sake.
Ready to take what's mine n' never look back.
Hook rap to the mechanical jaw of this good trap.
Never know where the hood's at.
And that's how I wanna stay. Marijuana on my leg
Wit' it rolled up... I go nuts, cashew got, it gets stole, cause
There's no buzz I am getting from this Hornet's nest.
More or less, It's just boring sess.
Can't afford this sworn address.. never biding my time.
I am defined, quite heavily.
Mic ready we, might get a piece. Science, despite heaven speech.

Like entropy. chaos from order, g'head trace back to the end of me
before i was reborn as an entity of the black art
as glass shards crash hard against my enemies
enter ye who think they brolic i'll put an end to thee
you boxing with God, good lord, you'll swear there's ten of me!
i'm easily irritated and i hate these fake pretend-to-be's
let it be known, i only fuck with dime piece, no seven's please
if she aint a ten to me...fuck it she can't attend to me
i'm thick hided, with a greek titan's bone density
who wanna throw? like riddick bowe vs Jones and Ali
Muhammad Roy hybrid; seek and destroy; i'm ending lives
verbal gymnastic, flipping phrase like coins - this boy is Pennywise
I turn Kings to Jesture...and Stephen? Nigga ain't getting by
i'm 'bout that dollar, if money's a bitch, i'm penny pinching thighs
Even Hov play it low; you a business? well i'm an enterprise
while niggas just "getting by". gently i
implant a subliminal like: "dug how ur real; and the sense of ties.."
but in between the line its: "dug how your "riel" are desensitize.."
spending freely, acting like they started back in degrassi high
nigga your grass is high, i'm high off grass
high off glass, windmilling 'til i win million. why go back?
i'm psycho! Cats stays pussy when my mic go brrapp
I'm nice yo. facts!

I won't backstab, but I'd put a knife in yo back//
Then I'll tell you I've returned but I've Neva left in fact//
I've been around since the first man took his last breath//
I pump beats like a cardiac but I'm not the one to arrest//
I'm pestilence, Hippocrit aka one who makes you rest//
No funeral help but I'll make the place you sleep dirt cheap//
I didn't soil myself, but I've already pissed away my royalty//
And my dick still gets anointed by women oils and creams//
So no more slipping for me as I slide through my thoughts//
Here's a Remembrance to all the friends I've lost//
Life's not a Tip so on the trip don't fuck with the cost//

one more time as if its my last breath/
like a cat with 9 lives and this is my last death/
i wouldnt use crack, meth or smoke even a cig/
i just title me ready to die like i was BIG/
i'd make peace with my god/
ask em whatever i lacked plz even the odds/
we all just peas in a pod/
i'm still speechless and awed how we all keep a facade/
but lets leave it a secret- are semon repeatin' the cycle/
demons retreat from the bible- i'll extinguish the title/
cuz we beef so much we can't even distinguish are rival/
the alerts on/
you walkin past a homeless brotha with a "black lives matter" shirt on/
you heard wrong if you was told you was keepin it real/
you just seekin a bill- s 3 Gs to cover your teeth with a grill/
without profanity the TV would still bleep and conceal cuz i teach and reveal/
preachin to heal the ill knee deep in the field/
blind your eyes from my fly lecture/
i'm like a hidden treasure thats too grand to be measured/
also im the less heard cuz i aint dumbin it down/
i ejaculate in the shape of a circle-
so ya girl jumps to the ground when she sees me comin/cumin around/ a round
yo i be buggin' like it aint nothin'/
you try to hold ya stereo down as if my music aint jumpin/
i gave you a frame and tell you to paint sumthin'/
i can simply ball a fist and you would faint from it/

It's been nothing but awws once I made my name public...
That's why when I dropped the masses came to the same judgement...
Wanted to get rid of me, literally, try to kill me.
These lines, defiant, will be a giant wit' the will of Goliath.
Ill, but you're feeling compliant the moment the bars drop...
They come out of their hard top like Black Hawk Down, catching a far shot...
I'm reckon, they're stepping on Mars, got em' feeling light.
Lie to em'. Tell em' it's "Gonna be alright".
Then I let em' see the light.
If I don't forgive em', Jesus might. Knew who to rap before I could read and write.
And that doesn't make a lick of sense.
They can believe in Mike. But this isn't him.
This is something much more cynical than Jordan
picking up Golf as a habit. Before he got in talks with the Rabbit.
Keep in line, cause I'm not gonna have it!
I draw you towards me, wit' all of this static.
So quiet down, n' listen to me, key.
It's only Wright that I make this look Eazy.
E... -ven if you decide to do or die.
The Squads wit' me, you gotta know that it's Suicide.
Jump into some bullshit, knowing the crew survived.
Cross on my neck, respect's been crucified.
Checkers action, so move aside.
I walk in the club n' look for the Bluest eyed cutie pie
Then I bring her to my ride.
She looks n' there's another two inside.
Balling official.
That means I ball, without the balling official, drawing his whistle!
I am... Spalding, I hit the rim.
Lift it off of the marquee first n' then dish it in...
You'd be like, "where's the Kitchen been"?
Clinic spin on everything, there's not a soul that's sick as him...
Dipping in water, the Father after the christening.
Glistening. Shining like Stanley Kubrick, I got a girl...
On this big head, while she's riding - the open to Bobby's World.

my style is over your head like a baseball cap/
decapitate y'all cats and carry ya head around in a k-mart sack/
act like someone screamed "play ball" the way i break y'all backs with baseball bats/
enough of that scheme/ i'd had enough of ya team/
i'm way too much and extreme for the faint of heart/
journey into a brain this dark so let me paint this art/
chicago bred- bama livin'/
a stroke from my picasso head is like an aneurysm/
and it only gets worse as i expand thru wisdom/
don't ask yourself can you diss em'/
damn you i'll van damme you from a handstand to kick em and leave em as a ambu victim/
i mean ambulance- you get the picture though/
this niggas floe is like you flick a lighter- you gettin fire/
what i find out ya pen is nine outta ten are liars/
so if its nine outta ten-that means i'm the one who been the sire/
mister pull up on a critic writer/
you guys dinner-wise mister prize winner fighter/
i speak to none thats exactly the way i do/
real recognize real cuz exactly just the way i view/
nobody do it like me cuz i spew what i see/
the truest MC sicker than bloof from mixed in the fluid you pee/
sicker than the flu fused with zika transmitted to you in a flea/

catch a boot to the teeth. Spitting uzi with ease
understand im not to be fucked with, so swallow truth when u see..
the god. in a booth, i'm born to shoot; more than proven a beast
u aint used to this mean fool, even mute dudes'll preach
and prophecize how i fall from sky; Let Uriel speak
I led this loose cypher. Move biters, like "only truth set u free"
its brewing, u see? watch the news, get your beads...
paper prayers cant save the nayers, kid, i flow holy schemes
spit burns like reptile; Have johnny Caged, Sonya scream
catch a Kabal to the chin while i poke at her teeth
Its mortal kombat...nah fuck this lets go to the street
murderous music, like the mob my mafioso is deep
I"m Al Pacino in Heat, i'm pals with Pito, he creeps
in the back alley, calmly waiting to reap ur soul for some cheese
i don't mean money, we talkin sandwich, this nigga is hungry
he's not to be played with, in ur face like...
"did i say something funny?
do i amuse you, u saying im a monkey?"
He got that Pesci swag, cuz nuthin move but the money
something to prove? singing the blues, u don't pay me, i'm gunnin!
bullets riddled with no answers; only holes in the tummy
they holding their tummies, the world is cold when u hungry
u either aim and shoot for the gold, or shoot for golds while u runnin for the goals, shit is funny
aint it? ur hoe, she a dummy
she be eating my dumplings like chinese dim sum or something
kind of tired, i'm bout to sleep in a minute
or better yet catch some netflix, peace to my ninjas.

there are no bones like the present -
and when you opened your home, i felt it to the marrow
as your ivory grew under a new moon doomed to crescent.

God flow, who's the repent?
Back and body blows, you'll probably go through the cement.
So Adios. Pablo Escobar.
Next cigar, puffing, flying, when I exit Mars...
High, as the present stars.
I, am not to be trifled with.
The man on the other line with his rifle kit.
And a voice n' decisive wit.
Likened with the Lycan's, a right's quick as a Tyson hit.
Iron Mike's legit. I promise you.
Presidential flow, I go as high as Obama's tune.
I'm bringing the drama to your front door, hear me fiddling on the roof.
No Joseph Stein. So defined. Not a flow that's cold as mine.
This is gold, something you'll get to know, overtime.
Fold your spine... watch it go like a clothes design...
These hoes exposed, never showing signs of quitting, faggot.
Yeah, this is how it was written, dang it!
Shit's banging. So legit that it isn't hanging!
Nor is it dangling... Django when I bring out this thang' n' then
Commence to showing you all of these angles, friend.
I don't let these Stan's pretend, not in the slightest
That Celph Taut is the brightest thought wit' the science got from the highest arc
of defiance. Smart... like the Mayan predictions...
Kids can't separate science from fiction.
So they try with these one liner inflictions...
I am the sickness inside of the pathogen you're eyeing to witness...
Now, Riddick style.. you're not as sick.
Matthew Broderick with the politics, the way I'm conning these college kids.
That's all it is. Rhythm in flow.
The insidious, so into his Beautiful Mind, you can see Ron Howard, moving inside...
The botanical mind state, defined, bringing the tulips alive.
Balancing the libra mantra, lifting the two at one time.
Truly refined. Pulp Fiction, light in a case.
So bright, when he's shining, it takes away the dark n' moves night into space.
I am, the Zion population.
Thoughts adjacent to Neo stopping agents... The genome's on top of greatness.
The evil that shocks the matrix.
Yeah, Commander Lock in a nano-thought.
Too much angles, minus the camera shot.
Cannon pop more jokes within 20 minutes than Chandler got...
So why the hell are you fussing wit' me?
Turn the SS to a CK. This is a blood sport - welcome to EA.
Spins on the record, effort's DJ.
We may, have you bouncing, like the ass on a beach babe.
Arrive, n' see my drive has no E break.
That means I keep rolling, nigga.
Dont gotta shot in the world, figure you can't even hold the trigger.
When it comes to rapping, my skills are sharper and bones are bigger...
Thoughts are realer, the flow's quicker, shots are cleaner, the nodes are thicker.

"What you know about driving stick??
Making it look like an automatic from outside the whip??"
Yeah, try it bitch.
Not even a pilot could be fly as this.
I'm so high, the sky's looking to the sky to see if I exist!!
And I probably don't.
Not with the jokes. I'm in the Executive office, swapping some notes.
Or even in the Presidential office if Hillary Clinton gotten some votes....!!
I'll put the Rod in the Rodham, na mean?
Break her jaw n' leave it topped off wit' semen.
Look at Bill Clinton like, "That's how I gotten even!"
Awesome pieces of Crosses, Jesus!, you Agnostic, cause it's some shit you do NOT BELIEVE IN!
Ugh. I'm crossing obstacles, like Jenneke.
Any-day I get to the point wit' lines, like the Letter A.
Weaving aesthetically, you're seeing the pedigree
of needing no energy to being the HEAD MC.
Get it? Head MC? There's no neck wit' me.
I reckon, he got more kicks than Eddie Gordo in TEKKEN 3.
Check the key, the second he opens doors, you should let em' be...
Ugh. Alex Trebeck wit' style n' respect, each step's like Jeopardy...
Why you always gotta answer wit' a question for?
Ugh, that's the set up that they are expecting, whore.
In entertainment, it's less is more.
Anal fuck a virgin, n' be sarcastic... "I guess it's sore".
I don't even know why I still do text on a message board, internet's for porn!!
14 year olds think that's how the perfect breasts are formed.
90 percent of the kids that still text on forums never had sex before!
I mean, that's what I've concluded. They're all keyboard warriors.
Your boring us. Log off. Please. Extend that courtesy to your corneas.
I don't know what I hate more than reading about
threats online. The irony of the threats themselves, or the over invested time.
Cause I can assure you social media has messed with your mind.
Read a book. Form a habit that involves STEPPING OUTSIDE...
Yeah. You're wondering why I've been gone so long? Because of complacency.
Front lines is made-belief. This fucking shit's a waste to me.
I swear I only do it because I'm addicted to writing these things
Longing onto the nostalgia the words typed on here, inside of me brings...
But I know at SOME point, I am gonna off in obscurity.
Certainly don't have the urgency to keep on writing these words, at 3.
Man, what I do enjoy is reading what others have typed.
It's like rediscovering life inside another, despite
The long dying forum run, and the 30 somethings on it...
still typing away. It's like art imitating life, in a way.
Haha. But you'll all be here, chatting, despite what I say.
Hell, I'll probably he here myself, every few months if I like what's displayed.
But more than likely, I'll be farting around...
Not giving a shit. Drop a verse, and leave after submitting it.
Before it gets a click.
Not gonna lie, I like reading what Vincent spits.
And Sammy's unconventional format is cool...
So he's gathered my views. Feel like the old mechanic at the workshop
that's passing his tools.
Letting the new heads sort through it for something they can actually use.
I am tired, I am burned out, and I am extremely cynical.
If I didn't mention you, it's because I wasn't planning to do it.
Got braces. I even got the camera to prove it.
Which basically means, if you take a machine and placed it between my braces, it BEAMS!
Like the Ford's bright ass LED headlights.
I should be in bed, right? But I'm still on this dead site.
Look at its carcass. I mean, really look at the flies populating it, faster than...
Mexicans crossing border patrol, four in a row.
When I said look at it, I didn't mean literally,
it was obviously metaphorical, yo. You can tell that hip hop forums are old!!!

hahaha my nigga flexin on em.... get em CT!

if it isn't broke then don't fix it, surgical brain incision,
-part of it on the bench- other parts of it missin',
we shouldn't talk like we all critics,
evaluate ppl critically; behaviour mimicking hypocrite doctors in clinics,

knitting stitches during hospital visits
every prognosis are different. is it a hole in one's liver?
or simply shock to the system?
regardless i'm spitting some junk while pressing..
the keys during this drunk night session
while viewing Twilight Zone about this young Mike Fletcher
Its a dope series; still resonate. when i was young, i'd crept and
stayed up late just to guest the twist from case to case
i reminisce those days when "sleep" was a game u play
how to dodge it, while avoiding mom and pops who'd be quick to place the blame
now, at 3AM, Sleep's an elusive beast - who's knack was to escape my gaze
constantly counting it. So silent tonite, and the space is caving
in. yet the body is tired, but the mind stays racing in an otherwise vacant cranium
but anyways, fuck yall, i'm here to break some cranium
kick ur daughter's face in while u wait in pain; i'm scum!
type to spit at faces for fun. then blame the other guy as i twiddle my thumbs