Freestyle Cypher

Now, the style's complete.
They've been wondering how it's unique, I overpower
ya geeks, until your computer keyboard pieces
just shower ya feet.
Walking out in the street wit' some nice sneaks on,
To kick it wit' a unique song.
Trust me, the peace gone. But not this piece, dog.
Peace, dog - like a hippie canine.
Aye, I'm... still on the top, throwing em' gang signs... sike, I lied.
I stopped rocking Jordan's when the old Michael died.
And he became an Uncle Tom, which was enough to ignite my pride.
Take this matchbox out my pocket and strike the side...
With the Fonzie look... Michael J Fox - you all are shook.
I know what you did with this shit, legit, when you saw the hook...
You know it was the end of ya chapter after ya bought the book!
It ain't a screen play. This is Billie, screaming out "Green day"...
Back as a teen, chilling in East Bay.
For Pete sake, you see I'm obscene, the fuck you mean bout' a "clean slate"??
My ass will wake Freddy up from a dream state.
Think I'm joking around, my resounding focus is how
y'all notice the style Pennywise from IT, for you emotional clowns.
I'm at the Castle Rock Entertainment logo, hoping you drown
Cause nobody knows what you going through now.
Real shit, I've been genuine.
Ever since, newspaper heads were getting their letters in.
My idea bulb lit up like it had the power of Edison.
So for hip hop heads that are "sick", bet "this" is your medicine... homey.
Menacing, only to a large group.
For the betterment of your crew, you step in my "neck" of the woods,
Just know I'm the 'head' of it.
My edifice ill, Dennis, f'real.
The pen's the will the sentences feel before I send em, ya still
got seconds to build ya case, before...
I peel ya face. Back.
Straight jacket with rape tactics to make your bitch
Give me a standing ovation, more than a great actress.
I ask her how she open her mouth up that wide? Her reply was "with great practice".
Private saving all of them Insta' models with fake asses...
The hour glass shape, passion, great fashion, covering her tits,
both crosses there on the tape, matching...
Wow, n' to think... I'm more of a loner, still.
Stoner persona, feel like I'm rapping with Jonah Hill.
Check my list out - see all the rappers I'm going kill.
So instilled in the media outlet is no appeal.
Fuck it... Villain like kingslayer. I've been mayor.
Y'all rocking out with a real player.
If they compared you to Elton John, you'd be still gayer.
But I will say your... demeanor is skilled,
subpoena, any diva who feels it's necessary to cat-walk.
I get chiropractic for all that "back"-talk.
with facts that stand out, minus the capslock.
Y'all cats got... pussy's under your skin, you're a mascot.
Me, I'm an astronaut.
Y'all better ask, I got... the nickname Geologist in basketball,
because I'm an expert, as soon as they pass the "rock"!!!
Ugh... now put that in your PIPE and smoke it.
And if it doesn't light up, it might be bogus.
I am focused as soon as a rhyme approaches.
I'm already getting a thumbs up by the time I post this...
So it's not a matter of all the chatter...
y'all will gather like an Iphone release n' shit, as soon as you see the mix.
I'm the only reason you queens exist.
That's a check mate... need me a casket for all of this dead weight...
Zigzagging, getting my head straight..
Stepping on any record song, into an echelon higher than all you Decepticons.
Y'all over the hill, like a Led Zeppellin song.
When the Levee breaks?
I'm setting stakes to designate shots... don't know what the Pharaoh's like.
Embarrassing, like your rhetoric after handing Ben Shapiro, a mic.
Yeah, exactly. STFU...
Look at the way I articulate.
And to think I'm not even thinking straight. This is late hour, I take you fake
cowards out with ease.
over 1000 keys. Maybe less than a thousand, keys. It's just how it seems.

I be dishing out power beams.
On some Goku shit. Fuck the fake talk, homie. It's long been over with.
Over kill. You better know the skill.
Show you the road, got me the tow, f'real.
Marvel the balance when I expose the shield.
No, not Captain America, dummy.
You're hearing it from me. I'm pretty arrogant, Sunny.
If life played a cruel joke on you, then your parents are funny.
Cause I'm laughing at loud, half of the crowd
would practically faint if they captured my style.
Pure breed, I wear it like my heart's on my sleeve
No religion complex, but when it drops you just start to believe.
It's been marked in the keys.
A marksmen, who seizes your very soul like the darkest disease.
My archetype - a narcissist with the art in his frees
Arched on the highest high rise apartment, near Arkham's released...
Mark of the beast. 666 on the walls...
Your chicken, licking my balls, thinking she gonna take it, like I dipped it in sauce.
This is the boss, final round, nigga.
The way I clown, niggas.... you'll know it's going down, soon as I roll around.
Oh, you can know the crown.
Holding you down under water, so that you not only drown
I'm basically going go to town on you.
Be like, 'How you do". And not actually give a fuck about how you do.
I've been round since 2002.
Your worth is a mere morsel of mine.
Lines course and defined with force you would find in a fucking Shop of Horrors, combined
with whores inside the corridors, and Norman Bates...
complete with storage tapes of him enjoying his mom's warm embrace.
Ahhhh, now back to a life of crime.
This is a psycho's mind, cycled with each recycled line.
Fuck it. I'm back on this shit.
Crack through the rear axle, n' split half of the whip
in a matter of seconds, I don't feel no way about it.
Man, on a completely different topic I'd be OK without it.
I mean, after it's said and done I'm just OK wit' browsing.
Made a 1000 nigga's mad back in wayward housing.
Now I just roll with the punches, because I'm grown
without throwing in judgement, sobering up with no controllable substance...
You can act like I'm not ill, but I got skill.
These thoughts feel like I am watching a cop being shot, till...
under normal circumstances he'd stop, real talk , build
off the momentum, and I'm not going to stop until Hop hop
drops off a pension.
Thought I'd mention, I've reached the top of ascension.
Nah, I'd figured this way a normal way to topple the tension
Any talks, and you're gonna get schooled like you walked in detention...
I keep books, nigga. I keep books on me.
I keep hooks on me, I mean it, you can get booked for free.
The top niggas look to see the green on the other side
But it's diminishing.. from the beginning, I'm coming to finish it.
A bunch of images, but on a paper it's nothing new.
Fucking few buds that are branching out, that I'm cutting through.
I cut like Kid Cudi's DJ in a mean set.
See, bet I stick out , minus the V-Neck...
sweater on, know forever's gone. Your reign's come to an end.
I'm not the one to pretend, each pun is gonna punish ya men.

impulsive, my heart beating,
my palms lift...start reading, as soon as i got my bars keyed in
story time: starring a scarred demon,
i'm mortified
bookmarked a part in the book called "dominance glorified"
if you're reading every line, then so am i
the taste for power is not to be fucked with
if man has an original state, then the power chase indicates he's corrupted
power.. I've loved it,
hated it, felt disgusted,
and still my mind's stuck on it like its something i must get
i reflect a neglect that I've always had, feeling drug fits,
I'm holding back,
almost like my fingers dig in till my shoulders crack,
words get mumbled. then the adrenaline rush hits
not once but twice...3,4,5,6
i didnt want to hurt the last person i trusted
had to cut myself off on some tough-luck shit, no more angels to fuck-up with...
only demons who tell me to suck-it-up or sub-mit,
its necessary not to be dumb enough or numb enough to quit
suffer then summon up the grit
every rap i invoked throughout this whole book, is a path that i wrote
not every rhyme should get a pass, so i go to trash bin the notes
and every verse lays the earth
been this way since I placed the first.
its just the way don't mean shit, we make it however the fuck we want, we make it work
foresake the worth? i am the worth, every verse shows where my minds at, a trace of dirt
what i've been through, since my date of birth
what story im writing, aint it true? thumb it through, hmm what passage to quote...
not to say we can't get the engine started: fuck around, practice, or both.
i need be an author with the "master approach",
write what's right. right what's wrong.
what's wrong? vent. write the song.
for whatever this cyphers worth, i write and cypher on
shrouded in mystery with a cap and a cloak,
I lead the walk as Im talkin.
leaving thoughts, droppin them often
a trail of slaves? no, not the pied piper.
power got me looking to dominate, prove my rhyme-for all of time in this cypher
all the time I'd spend tryin, why not step back and try to decipher this life shit (fuck it i dont have time for that either)
oh and uh...punish ya men, dradel spun on its end
unstable tornado lol still gonna hit send ;)

its like a falcon vs a firefly
i'm fire. fly even on cruise control, i gott'em askin "why?"
smashing wives ... just because i could, but im still not a family guy
making committed bitches laugh and cry
have them give up the ass then "bye".
i'm that kind of guy.
who wants a damaged pride?
i'll turn "good" rappers into cats who asked themselves "why even try?"
damn, i'm high.
galactic words and phrases. shit, i skip church just to lurk and prey
on lonely girls with tight skirts.
They say, i'm a pussy fiend.
so i stay fuckin up garbo emcees and women. Peace..
aim for the pink and stink grip
leave'em with pearl necklace and sticky trinkets.
this urge, or more appropriately SICKNESS
forcing me...

we don't expect much just mostly having a laugh
wasted a bit of time posting words in a rap
checkin' off with the flows that so cool in the heat
each word has found a unique place in its phrasal heap,
without even a beep missed out reading for weeks,
i come back again for minute then disappear in the streets...

my clansmen stays winning and I'm just rhymin for fun
Tread carefully lil nigga when u crossing Cypher Alum

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Originally Posted by Onceawhile

impulsive, my heart beating,
my palms lift...start reading, as soon as i got my bars keyed in
story time: starring a scarred demon,
i'm mortified
bookmarked a part in the book called "dominance glorified"
if you're reading every line, then so am i
the taste for power is not to be fucked with
if man has an original state, then the power chase indicates he's corrupted
power.. I've loved it,
hated it, felt disgusted,
and still my mind's stuck on it like its something i must get
i reflect a neglect that I've always had, feeling drug fits,
I'm holding back,
almost like my fingers dig in till my shoulders crack,
words get mumbled. then the adrenaline rush hits
not once but twice...3,4,5,6
i didnt want to hurt the last person i trusted
had to cut myself off on some tough-luck shit, no more angels to fuck-up with...
only demons who tell me to suck-it-up or sub-mit,
its necessary not to be dumb enough or numb enough to quit
suffer then summon up the grit
every rap i invoked throughout this whole book, is a path that i wrote
not every rhyme should get a pass, so i go to trash bin the notes
and every verse lays the earth
been this way since I placed the first.
its just the way don't mean shit, we make it however the fuck we want, we make it work
foresake the worth? i am the worth, every verse shows where my minds at, a trace of dirt
what i've been through, since my date of birth
what story im writing, aint it true? thumb it through, hmm what passage to quote...
not to say we can't get the engine started: fuck around, practice, or both.
i need be an author with the "master approach",
write what's right. right what's wrong.
what's wrong? vent. write the song.
for whatever this cyphers worth, i write and cypher on
shrouded in mystery with a cap and a cloak,
I lead the walk as Im talkin.
leaving thoughts, droppin them often
a trail of slaves? no, not the pied piper.
power got me looking to dominate, prove my rhyme-for all of time in this cypher
all the time I'd spend tryin, why not step back and try to decipher this life shit (fuck it i dont have time for that either)
oh and uh...punish ya men, dradel spun on its end
unstable tornado lol still gonna hit send ;)

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:cool:

(you like it? thats cool)

crossin the cypher alum,
is crossing a scythe, were it swung, quite worrisome
My place on a ladder: I'm right there among the higher rungs,
ask your li-brari-an,
no steppin foot at this level, i have become
a student with a book in this temple.
Take a look in his mental asylum, I am the one
and only resident pent up inside it.
after self-study i saw patience
imagine that, i need a real friend right beside me.
At the end of a long haul, a door is all to be found.
Climbin for topshelf, I've seen a long fall on the ground
the floor is lava, but the fire turned scholarly now,
i break ya mind silence, u cant put my volume down
these walls of text in the cypher speak in surround sound
I've seen some of the cypher alum,
they can beat rappers minus the drum
im learning, observin, a lurker
i tried to be spontaneous versus premeditated murder
but the latter isn't worth the burden
its earned a certain aversion among the things i'm preferrin.

So fuck it, he's a real freestyle again
before i be silent n
lurk again, kickin back
takin notes, browsin articles, clickin back if i miss a fact
-its a fact, i try to learn shit, i'm into that.
the world civil cuz of my lines like a signed missile pact
its safe to say
that its because of this super simple rap
that the whoel earth didn't crack
nah bruh that shit is wack,
you can hear the quiet cuz they didnt clap
they like "you got the mic nigga? give it back"
i'm like
"look, I suck at freestyling I think i'm okay at writing,
here's the mic yall, but i'm still gonna keep trying"
trial n error
my name got all silent letters
for those I dont trust should use it,
if they speak it, they must be stupid
but if you're cool i don't mind, whatever.
i should drop in the diss cypher and learn to diss proper
its what i really came to do, till i heard of this offer
fuck it im exhausted, seein me like a flyin saucer

Yep, trying to cross your... interwoven web
inside of the cypher lab is a nice way to be sliced in half,
wit the right vocab.
- ulary. Imagine, if you will, Jigsaw's punishment
happening; you're trapped within, and the tape plays at the back of it.
The music score becomes more enticing, so you have to sit...
But if you do, you could possibly get your axis split.
So every move becomes crucial within the time frame allotted
And that's exactly the fear projected when we are on it...
That demonic flow like a haunted home. Ringing
through the gauntlet, so meticulously, lights flicker
around a nefarious picture of me.
With a mixture of weed and the most potent tonic, I'm
the manifestation of fear itself.
You're staring well into the 3rd eye of evil, yeah.. he wears it well.
The robes of death.. open to your interpretation, ironically,
after each "closing" breath.
There's a lot of options available, glad you 'chose' your step.
So adept to the game, I can be in a shallow pool
in still show you depth, for any opposing threat.
Heh. I use "threat", loosely.
I haven't been threatened since, my fucking fingers had a keyboard
that it could be pressed against.
I've set precedents, set more, then set them even further up.
I was wording stuff before you faggots were "turning" up.
That says a LOT. Taut - the derivative of brash nature,
I stash papers on tracks and rip cats, major.
But what's the point of arguing, though?
I guess I'm stuck in my ways, but I'm hardly alone.
I ran a fucking yard to the zone.
And trust me, I don't have a single shred of respect for any garbage that's owned.
They should call it - Hip Hop, starring the clones.

I contort the alphabet for sport, destroyed the source of doubt with my touted flex for sure, proud to be a loud emcee who knows how to speak his mind, no drama surrounding me this week is fine, just don't look down on me for pounding these feeble breeds with evil seeded lines. My cerebral is in its prime, my bars are lethal, my pen can star as needles, to administer the dope that got these fools so blown, my tool is the microphone, I’m like China white behind the mic and I kinda like this tone, I’m Devine the signs are in the lime light, past my prime but it don’t matter cause I’m bad to the bone ...
I've done my time and earned my badge so my confirmed design
Is perma swag..

Wicked in this aggressive sport, I inflicted the sickest progressive thwarts ever stored in reports, impressive repore when addressing the poor peseants because their presence is horrid, sometimes less is more but unless it's for, a respected source I'll direct in force until the neck is torqued and this predator has no competitors to get headed towards, never regretted shredding the pathetic sort, don't question my reputation I got a perfect credit score, flip the verbal viciousness and let it soar, headache? Sure...

Im undefeated at boxing i knock
The contenders down like the rock
I dont stumble like clumsy ankles
Slipping back no i throw the craziest angles
That could cause savage swelling through skin to the organs
Facing my next opponent theres no need for scoring
Scorching their kingdoms watch it burning down
Like sparta kicking victims to the ground

Yo yo yo
Mashed potatoes
Ugh
Yo

cold like an iceburg yeah you know i sink ships
my thoughts are racing yeah i like to think whips
nouns are so fresh and the verbs are right
describing holy selves that serves you life
sick thoughts crazy fate
dick hot but all the ladies hate
got swag all these babies wait
thinking bout lady mates

Uh, do I just drop now?
I mean, shit you gave me the opportunity.
I'm spotting two or three or spots that are usually...
occupied, but not to my knowledge
or rather to it, isn't it just you and me?
I mean, usually I wouldn't start of the cypher like this
But I'm feeling quite festive.
If you get the right guess, I'm a just strike reckless.
I might check this. I destroy a beat.
Deploy the weak into a bleak void that swallows
most of those joys, you seek.
Nah, I'd rather just play it a little
Until the entire world is forced to just, stay in the middle
of the cross fire, I'm a boss higher on the echelon .
A lot of skeletons in my closet, I guess I'm wrong.
My road to redemption took extra long,
with all these transformers, where's the Deception?
I had this lexicon long before there were "texters" on
this board, so it's on, of course.
So long, in short, I'm coming back, y'all.
Notice nothing but cracked jaws and mandibles
from the hacksaw. Packed raw beef into this interlude.
And this is only the interview, what you witnessed is dinner food.
Been a rude motherfucker ever since Middle school...
And even back then my teacher told my parents, it was crude.
To my knowledge, I was very anti social, never got a long.
But that was only because of the kids I was plotting on.
I was a lot like Rampage Jackson, when he got inside of that Octagon.
Cause the last thing I wanted in class was sharing my toys
So there were some boys who made the mistake of riding their bike
over my finger, and I let it go. But then the anger built
And then you just you never know. People snap and then
other people start getting blows, to the point the doctor
checks to see the flesh on the head, exposed.
And I can say I'm a sociopath, but whoever already knows me, knows
that I'm far from it. These bars plummet from off of the top
and rock until Mars cometh.
Humming the tune to Third Rock from the Sun, Virtual Reality
like the Oculus Rift...
Virtual will BECOME reality if you're talking some shit...
And no botox, when you run your yap and get a shot to your lips.

i leave ash at the end of my matches, phosphorous?
preposterous!
i'm alert when the faucet drips,
in my closet there's a drawer that i got as a kid
meaning the kid was carved into it, nah thats too dark
but see what an emcee would do for a few sparks
im talkin neurological shit, rhymes come out, Ooo hark, here comes a new bar Kumar
I herald the fall of light, i was born innocent then joy and I grew apart
i only share my real storyline to my heart
i don't have soul
and i'm not usually an asshole
never saw my passion grow
i had a knack for finding flaws in every classmate known
pass me as you're crashing, oh, woe is me, i'm half laughing tho
never took the world serious, never really had to tho
even life or death, i think something's wrong thats fa sho

schadenfreude, thats the joke
half insane i laugh at pain,
for 18 years i've been planning to catch the train
to memory lane, semi astral plane
quarter-part all the frames and scenes i've ever seen that played the chords in my heart
its a quarter past that time again, how many thoughts remain?
i'm one fourth in reality trying to enact some change
i've always felt guilty, correct, becuz i never did my best
when i've done my best, i think "where the hell are the rest?"
hardly ever get impressed
cuz only one goal has my focus, its hardly ever been addressed
i compare everything to it, yes
i used to believe in reincarnation, that I'll never leave in death
but it doesnt matter, i would never see whats next
now lets
not leave it at that, I'd rather not stretch this out
for all we know I'm rhyming nonsense no one gives a heck about
all i know is this, the clock is tickin every second counts
a run-down isn't necessary now,
people understanding me is something i've always met with doubt so get the hell out
and all I know is, i'm a giant who's just tryin to nap
if i'm rudely awakened, i'll probly be multiplying the slap