Freestyle Cypher

and hope to get down...

Then on the 3rd day, he rose from the ground, all who opposed were clowns
Caught up in the typhoon that happens at high noon, if I come back to back it'll end up on iTunes
Back to the Pharaoh that ended up missing, yeah that was my tomb
Back to inherit, here to declare it, you are a queer in spirit
Guards, escort this nigga here up outta my pyramid
Lame niggaz want a myriad of explanations when its best period to lower expectations
I was taught by the greats to incorporate variations
So my flow is hydroponic heavyweight, your entire style, arrogate, arrogant
What's that over there? When you look back its POW WITH A LARIAT!!!
That's how I'm fuckin carrying it, stand over this bitch and that's how SMACKDOWN ended
Some say I walked away, others say I ascended
If you tried the same? I wouldn't recommend it, ya too pretentious
Easily offended, and can't do the same body work when between the clenches
You either hoping fences or trying to start up a friendship
Fuck this pen shit, I wanna fuck your detached skull then leave my excrement (Bitch)

leave your excrement I'm the mad scientist ready to experiment
with manure for sure I'm seeking the cure for the disease of whack emceeing
emcees wanna battle yo so I treat them like cattle nurture em then butcher em
then serve em on a silver platter my style is expanding constantly getting phatter
and phatter I know this game is mind over matter shattering writer's block
is what I'm after the clock ticks faster and faster no looking behind
better to press rewind and unwind to find my verses so tight they can be seen by the blind
even without light my verses shine like golden bars so bright you can see it glisten from mars
my vocabulary is planetary listen I got the engine of a transformer
what you got? you think you hot? I'm so cold. you so old you just frozed
so step up grab the mic and break the mold///

If u let it, rap music can rape ur soul
Impregnating mind with violence and change your clothes
Niggas wearing skirts, I'm just saying, it's gay that's all
Why would dresses equate to expression? Feel me, bro?
I miss timb boots with steel toes
Black hoods and real flow
Fuck a mumble rap, stumbling back,
Where'd Slim and Jay go?
Nas, Wu and pharaoh?
I'm like Sho'nuff in Harlem's theater when the radio play, yo!
Anyways, I'd like to be rich one day.
Wouldn't u?
But I've no gift to display. Shit, I'd be happy with a kiss today
From Ms Renee. Man her tits is CRAAAAAYYY
looking succulent in every fuckkn way.
That's enough today. I'm losing momentum as my tank vacates
Happy weekend and may ur life is bless, my friends.

Word ^ And here's me, sitting there only hoping this message sends...
To continue this cypher, cause like the Lamb Chop it NEVER ENDS...
No puppets up in a tree.
You come here if there's something to see...
Cause I'd like to fuck em' up, n' these knuckles agree.
Yeah, look at em'. I'm quite quaint.
These are big shoes to fill. You put em' on? You might faint.
You wanna know what I like? HATE.
So give me a massive supply.
Full Metal Jacket aside, there's only STEERS AND QUEERS in Texas,
and neither is getting latched n' this ride.
Cats need to practice, and I don't go to practice like Allen I...
There's something about me called talent, guy.
I can spit a verse, n' not give two shits how it rhymed.
It just probably will, this motto's for real.
I don't give a flying fuck how all of you feel...
My emotions are in this bottle, concealed
I'm ready to drink it...
If I steady this ink, it's like a clever depiction of Hell
so why the fuck are you asking me about blasphemy??
You'll pay for these words, but that's for free.
This world's my oyster, I have to see...
How many casualties have built up the masterpiece.
So I can go trash the streets
...with such an impact that each neighboring city has
to dispatch police.
Getting high like the Apache Chief.
Tracks just leap off of the ground.
So any talkative clown wanna get awkward around my perimeter
then these thoughts will go down...
FAST. I won't wait for the count, I'll just let hands fly.
Without pilot training n you'll be in the damn sky.
Roll with these punches, I win by a landslide.
Any chance, I... get I will grant my... wish, n' you'll get a fist to the face.
Then I'll swap you out like a bulb n' your wife will sit in your place.
Where obstacles will be thrown from every direction, but it isn't a race...
However, if it was, I'd completely understand the joke.
Cramming notes in a needle n' calling it the antidote.
So if you get the injection, you'll definitely experience...
Some serious skill you'll carry until the Doctors write it there in your will.
It's no secret I got this tyranny, still.
So many kids in this cypher that Jared is thrilled. Staring, for real.

The glaring. That grill, icy to the touch; Atmospheric: the chill
That's my nicca for real. That's my Brutha so chill
Another born from casket. Metal baton clash with fist that's formed of habits. The drill,
Opening minds with residual bits.
This lyrical shit gets harder and harder, especially when flask flips like Olympian kids
Paint a landscape, masquerade in teal
Sanguine hue, a song from blue birds that flap away when realest shit hits
A meal for sick and twisted lizards with canine breath
Felines waiting in fee lines for bread and drinks.
The barley kind; misconstrued by semantics that barely fits
Share a pair of kicks, daddy's nightly sick joke, kafabe face to heel, it's quick.
Soon enough ur blacked out.
Next morning, u ask mom why that faggot prick did what he did,
Realizing that's a bad route
She's scared as shit!
A clear dismissal. yep, she's scared of him and clearly tapped out
Fuck giving in, watch me give out punishment
Enter hell's rhymin Etrigan
On assignment to slay these line once again
Peace to Celph, Ayo where the hell have u been?
Good to have u back, bretheren, go'head and unleash that ill shit on 'em

Yeah, I just figured I'd drop some shit again.
I've been working lately, considering, the Hell On Earth I've been living in.
I mean, crazy debt. Really insane, n' yet...
I'm rolling against all odds, like I made a bet.
..among the bookie I played AGAINST.
Same offense, constructive in tangent...
Yeah, building the arc... within Riddick's perception...
the World's so surreal in the dark.
They're feeling the heart, like a surgical blade.
Every word that's portrayed here?
is made clear, this is a level most of you ain't near.
Period. No, that's not the end of the sentence. < THIS IS.
Misses, it'd be best if you kept up out of my business!
Suit & tie, I'm a ruthless guy.
Life or Death, n' yet I let you decide.
If you're not taking over, homey, then MOVE ASIDE.
Faggots. Yeah, Sammy, they're not over it yet.
They can only hope they grow old n' forget.
If not, they better show some respect.
Flow's finesse without the Polar Express, opponents
are best to back out of the show, or they're next.
HANH? Was that loud enough?
I be on mushrooms, minus the power up.
Mojo, minus the Powerpuff
I play the cards I'm dealt, I don't care how they bluff.
They ain't ready for me. Better believe.
I'm gone, like a medical leave. The oak tree.
I'm dope, G.
Here's some honest advice, don't provoke me.

Celph is a pussy belch from a welted up hookers decrepit old mushy shelf
Selling girl scout cookies to a burnt-out Wookiee and even HE is telling Taut he smells
Reaching in his pocket, "Bruh I'll lend your ass some body gel if you want it
It would probably help seeing as you smell like a dirty sock fucked a rotten snail..."
Talking shell like you're the one to beat bitch to be honest, hell you make me vomit
All your rhymes are garbage pails of old ass references that Bounce already tossed in there
In two thousand and seven, you a heavyweight? Yea right bitch on what scale?
Out here flexing like you're dropping toxic bales of text I ain't even coughing, tell
Somebody else your stupid problems hoe I'll rock bottom you on top a bed of nails
You old ass vets are frail and nobody's sweating a fucking hobbit I already got the belt


; )

Idiot tripped n' fell into a bear trap, but couldn't stop himself...
You got the belt... from off of the pants you unbuckled n' then did your job.
Asked em' for 2 bucks, but IMO you ripped em' off.
I'd find a stripper with twice the talent in the street than you THINK you got.
Doesn't matter where I've been, the Leviathan.
Time again, there's not a soul that can shadow box wit' this giant, n'...
Your comfort zone has been compromised, so let's forget
about any subtleties... You only gotten validation BECAUSE of me..
Custodian mindset, lines wit' a dozen keys.
Crossing borders, gotta pay custom fees. More designers than Custom T's...
But you're not accustomed to these genes, nor would I expect you to be...
Records gets leaved behind more blocks than an expletive bleep.
Step on this scene n' realize it's not the "Old Days"
So pay homage, faggot. You're in the bottom bracket; can't probably hack it.
Knew it was a psychopath as soon as you saw the jacket.
Strapped across the torso, so any morsel of
disrespect sensed from me will be problematic..
Ride the current, n' draw a lot of static...
...As soon as you seen that Green Light, n' we're not in traffic.
HANH. Don't pass go, or collect either.
Respect, be the... fruit of my labors n' I get me a best feature.
What I reach into my pocket for? is a lot in store.
Black Friday status, gotta block off the door.
In the net, like a soccer score.
Look how long I've done rocked this board?
So much so, that I got awards
encompassing, even time I was idle
I'd should write the "Rhyming Flow" bible.
There's not one SOUL that can see "High" with the title.
You asked for a suicide, so I will oblige you.
Paramedics checking vital signs - there's no SIGNS of survival.
Faggot was DOA at the time of arrival.
The boys carrier to the Dog, like you're buying with FIDO.
Ruff. Ruff. All you see is Beware of Dog
And that sign alone on the door is enough to scare em' off.
This is a full aerial assault, that I'm dissing this guy
DOM' saying his "piston's is fried".
"Well, that's what you get when your engine is HIGH".
Quintessential meaning when I throw this kid in the sky
n' trick his bitch out like an episode of pimping my ride.
UGH. Beautiful Ugly; ambidextrous.
He'll have sex with his... keyboard any chance he gets.
Just the sound of his windows booting up n' his pants get wet...
His life accomplishments, up to this point, only spans the net..

Span the net...

Yes, I'm Chef Curry shooting flurries in a hurry, scurry you scurvy infested molested topsy turvy nerdy
Word beef creates grief at the very least in these streets, who wanna compete? I hit delete and keep shit sweet
Please... Master Chief: Lord of the loose-leaf seeks those who sleep so the sheep can't peep when I creep, sweep
Make those obsolete when I hold the IRON like the sheik, the odds they speak before the move was freaked is bleak
Way back in the 80's they would say I was Def or Neat-O, while I play the front lines like Ritchie Incognito
People wanna act like we equal tho, FECAL NO! I frequently speak the unspeakable, all sorts, Bloody Mary & Voldemort
Every time I leave a scene they found a corpse, but never found remorse
You might be a Horseman cept they never found your horse, I must have initiated, you pissed? I savor it
Lick off your tears and go "what flavor is this"
Put that shit in my recipes for ever addressing me, becoming the best MC is my destiny
Testing me conceptually is a good way to be known reputably, the end result, uh ohh, it ain't my fault
But it was because I didn't shoot the deputy...

That shit was wack bitch you don’t want to get into a pissing match with
A ticking bladder full of liquid gas I’ll piss in your face and singe the blackheads
Off that transgender plastic jizz impacted mug and clear up your fucking acne
You suck at rapping and only got Legends cause you dick rode a bunch of faggots
There’s nothing ratchet about you except the nuts you back in bruh that’s fucking nasty
You a fugly has been in a dashiki buying maxi pads with your mother Madlyn
Or some other waspy name like that shit spilling tea bout this and that bitch at your job
At Baskin Robins working the last shift and blowing the boss to get Christmas week off
You dig in the trash bin to eat and talking bout brackets just fix me my chocolate fudge malt
You sycophantic little piss ant bragging with your shitty banter like we’re of the same cloth
Not even the same fabric hoe have you been reading the trash you’ve been spitting online??
If I took all your verses and made them a vlog that shit would be called “Bitches be Like..”
Celph you a dick sucker stick to your diet’s why all of your mics have a thin film of white
Jizz on the pop filters you spit out line after line like a clone Paris Hilton who rhymes
On the side and take pipe just to pay for the lights but thinks you’re still in your prime??
Trick are you out of your mind? Ill finesse is a lil alright but the nigga is prolly a bot
Trying to sell me some Geico insurance and Celph is still tryin’ to slob on his knob

Sad

: (

Yes, sad is your attempts
to discredit me, and even more so
The amount of times you mentioned a dick...
So much so, his parents
probably staged an intervention for it.
Pencil's equipped with tricycle wheels
for dropping that Elementary shit.
Did you really think I was phased? That I'd ever give you
the wiggle room? Dropped a verse
and 100 percent of it isn't true.
I can only imagine the kind of menial ordeal you are living through...
When my accomplishments are a reflection
of what you didn't do.
Well, it's a about to get worse...
Cause I'm sure you're not revered or remembered.
Clearly a member here, on a lesser tier
In a thread he had no merit to enter.
The bread-winner, bitch... pigeons flock.
The glass ceiling falls, just to show you who is on top (me)
Your wife comes touring
the outer perimeter, I will pipe your whore, n'...
..give her more of a mix-breed than Michael Corvin.
Talking about Taut' in a bout...
Walked into the cypher thinking you got you some clout'...
The reverend's voice echos the chapel walls, dog,
so NOT in this house.
Trash keeps talking, no Oscar the Grouch.
I'll, burn your building than meticulously block all the routes...
He's soft, basically agile.
Complacent. He's out of his league.
Carried around that shred of doubt, n' agreed
he's had a dry spell since 2003.
But listen, if there's any respect we've had for you? It's been bad, my dude.
In other words? It's like a travel view.
We are basically GLAD you moved.

I know this winged pussy loves to hop on the head, and squeeze his tushy round the shaft for fun
You're a fag for funds, with dreams of pushing your asshole up around Terry Bradshaw's thumb
But I ain't hatin’ bruh that's just love, to each it's own, but when I react to it don't be acting dumb
You would straddle a stump, yea there's dicks in my rhymes... but you have dicks coming out of your butt
You mouthy ass slut, but enough about all your faggotry, let's go back to the fact that your grammar is rough
And you stuff all your verses with lackluster puns that your boyfriend don’t get but still acts like he does
What the fuck is a travel view? Pack that shit up and just call it an afternoon; you’re wack as fuck
That an idiom or are you an idiot either way I've had enough; take Bradshaw's shit splattered thumb
Out your asshole, and stick it between those two fat flapping gums; me and your momma laughing it up
That bitch ratchet as fuck; pussy look like Cam Newton just dabbed in that slut; I post ads on that cunt
Billboards with my whole face plastered up front, and the background is just the grand canyon; her cunt
Is so deep it had to be measured in fathoms; you couldn’t begin to imagine what I dragged out the mud
Bitch I had to fight a fucking dragon, and stuck him thirty times in his fucking abdomen for a nut
I’m just saying, goddamn your mom is ratchet as fuck; sucked my dick in some rich nigga phantom
Your rhymes are boring bitch, nobody knows who the fuck Michael Corvin is- that shit was random
How many rappers I gotta dismantle before you bitches learn to get off my planet
Take Bradshaw's shitty finger out your yap so I can use his big ass hands to spin the atlas backwards
Take me back in time before this ever happened, you would still be wack; it just wouldn’t matter

Verses so retarded, I skim for the best parts...
suffice to say?
I skipped through his verse.
But I wouldn't need to read it to know that it is the worst.
I mean, I'll take a stab n' say
the main topics were about genitals...
You're a faggot, we get it dude. It isn't something we never knew.
On the contrary, you've been oozing it
since you used this shit.
You're music list consists of 100% Homosexual Youtube clips.
You have a pink diary of dudes you dissed...
Your name could have 1 million google hits, n' we STILL wouldn't know YOU EXIST.
Better believe this cat, n' his team is WHACK.
This lame is an urkel. I've smashed more brain in his circle than Negan's bat.
Ugh. Let me paint the picture, you are a bitch.
You weren't missed, nor have you EVER IN YOUR LIFE written a reputable diss.
So, let's just get THAT out of the way.
Faggot. Try stepping back.
You're a horrible writer. And just horrid at life next to that.
Accomplishments in OM? I'm not ignoring it, clown.
You either were best buds with the mods, or there was nobody else on this forum around...
Your formula sounds mundane.
Need to go back to the lab to tweak it.
Tear his pad to pieces for even considering that uniqueness. (Ha)
Your past? was weakness.
I guess you future hasn't changed a bit. All those
cock-drops in your verse, you must have took "faggotry" in exchange for wit.
This lame gets split - won't be no trouble to nail ya.
Make two of em' - half the talent, n' double the failure.
You're under the microscope, which shouldn't come as a shocker.
You're fumbling drops, ta' humble imposter goes up in smoke
faster than getting bud from a Rasta.
Punches feel like a feather across the skin.
You picked your battle n' lost again. Didn't take much for Taut to win, off of him.

taut just slaughtered another contender/
hes a lyrical killer/ pychopath-holdin the title slash serial killer/
but to hear it is iller- but of course i brings it/
i contort the english language and torch the beats with/
a force like musashis sword is swingin'- lord i plead to ignore this genius/
i got a horses penis leanin' towards the cement/
balls like 2 pumpkins/
let it be one on one and dont let your crew jump in/
who want in this cypher we writin'/
i spit brimstone, fire and lighten my mind is enlightened/
every line that i write sends you over the edge like the spike on a viking/
strikin ya right shin with a metal bat/
roll with several cats who petal crack/
a retro act here to maximize money/
dont act suprised, dunny- i make it rain while infact, the skys sunny/
relax with fly honeys-you know this a pack of lies yet you attracted by sonny/

attracted by sonny...

You seem to be attracted to 1 self, off nuts you bungie
Lunging towards crotches, stop this obnoxious toxic cock spitta
Who rocks niggaz letter jackets, faggot, I'm not PC or PG
Anyone of you niggaz come see me, I'll knock you the fuck out, easy
Off G.P.
Get the jump on niggaz like Mario n Luigi
Cept this ain't no game, knock you out the frame, send you to the ER
The drugs they'll have you on will make you feel like you're in VR
Without even touching you I can leave scars, with these bars
If you overanalyze each part, from thee start
Don't get me started on V's heart, which I don't see
Alpha nigga you won't be, If this was prison, you'd be a trophy
We see you now on message boards trying to play it low key
So I approach thee idol who you put your faith in and deface him, erase him
Outlined in chalk police will trace him, take my word for it, verbatim